GIVEAWAY! Compression Socks

When people think about compression socks, they normally think of long distance runners or older clientele with varicose veins. I’m neither of those things, although I did consider myself a long distance runner when I was training for a half marathon race that I never ended up doing so now you really know how committed I am. With that being said, I give mad props to all the committed long distance runners out there, I applaud you!

Anyways, back to my main topic, what really is the point of compression socks? I’ve been raving to my friends about it, wanting them to join on the compress for wellness train, and I’m here to do the same to you.

Graduated compression socks gently squeeze the legs to help move blood upwards, preventing the legs to swell. This works well for anyone who sits or stands for long periods of time.

Being a customer care specialist, I spend most of my days sitting down in the same cramped position. Wearing compression socks helps my legs feel energized by providing healthy increase in circulation. It also helps with muscle recovery, pregnancy swelling, and so much more!

I’ve always said that everyone just needs to try it to understand what I mean so I am doing a little giveaway! I am giving away a pair of Dr. Segal’s Compression Socks (15-20mmHg) of your choice. Being that it is my birthday tomorrow, I am feeling extra generous and want to give back to those who keep up with my blog as thank you.

To enter, all you need to do is comment where in the world you would like to travel and the pair of compression socks you want to win! You can find all styles at https://www.drsegals.com/collections/15-20-mmhg.

This giveaway will only be open for 2 weeks. I will announce the winner on Thursday, June 23rd!

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Cloverdale Rodeo

Plaid shirts, cowboy hats (boo Bowen for the lack of a cowboy hat on that head), and food trucks, all while listening to Shania Twain? Count me in!

I’ve always wanted to go to the Cloverdale Rodeo just because why the hell not? However, I never had the chance up until last Friday night, and boy was it a good time! We were legal (except for the 2 guys who were left behind to fend for themselves) and able to go see what the Saloon had to offer. But of course we had to make a lap around the fair, buy a cowboy hat for myself, and grab a bite.

Did I mention I went to the Rodeo with 6 white guys? Needless to say, I never felt left out except when we all had to take a washroom break and I was the only one who had to go to the women’s washroom while they all went with each other.

The food was great. What’s even better is sitting on a picnic table situated in the middle of all the food trucks with a live band playing Shania Twain just a couple hundred meters away.

Once it was time to go to the Saloon, the kids headed back to the car to find their own fun while the adults mingled inside. We surprisingly didn’t have to wait long in line, and once we got inside the real party started.

What I loved the most about this whole experience was the fact that you didn’t need to be wasted to enjoy your time. My friends and I made our way to the front, with me leading of course. We danced, we sang, and we had a great damn time while doing so. I learned how to two-step, or at least Carter tried to teach me. He said I was great but in my opinion, I stepped on his toes way too much for that to be the case.

While this all seems fun and all, our Rodeo experience ended abruptly when one of Colin’s very expensive cowboy hats was given to a stranger by our buddy Carter (bless your soul for keeping us on our toes). After a few laps around the Saloon, we decided we weren’t going to find the hat and stood in the corner in defeat. That was until we noticed a guy standing a couple feet from us, drinking a beer, and wearing a white cowboy hat with a little red ribbon on top and the same emblem on the side. Me, being the not so shy person, went to the guy got his hat with Bowen and Colin following right behind me and the interrogation started.

Long story short, we almost got into a fight but everything was fine and we got the hat back and hurried our asses out of that Saloon and headed to the beach to end our night with a little bonfire.

To sum it up, I’m sad it’s going to be another year until the Rodeo again. It was a good time and I never thought in a million years that I would ever own a cowboy hat, but here I am listening to Kip Moore and looking into the Calgary Stampede.

 

Back on the Grind

I am probably the most inconsistent person that I know, and no I am not proud of it. Health and wellness is definitely a big part of my life. It keeps me sane on days when I feel like a complete mess of a human being. If you have been with me since I started this blog, you already know that I have been through some big changes in my life.

I obviously wasn’t coping very well during this past month or so. As much as I want to say that I was taking care of myself, I really wasn’t. I stopped going to yoga, I started eating meat again, and I drank every weekend (both Fridays and Saturdays). I’m glad to say that I’ve definitely regained some of my normal routine back. Two weeks ago, I signed up for some hip hop classes downtown. I’ve started going to the gym, attending my yoga classes, and consuming as little animal products as possible. It feels good to be back on the grind and finally feel like myself again.

Today I worked out on an empty studio and at first I didn’t know what to do with myself with all of the freedom I had. It was nice having the space all to myself, but it was even nicer when another girl joined me and we bonded over Kayla Itsines’ BBG workout guide. As much as it was nice to be secluded from everyone at the gym, making a new friend or just having a nice conversation with a stranger really did brighten my day. It just reminds me that with life sometimes we are so focus on ourselves and completing the task at hand that we forget to look around and noticed that we are all on this beautiful journey together.

Life’s a grind, but it doesn’t mean you have to do it all alone.

Why Everyone Should Wear Compression Socks

Living in Vancouver, I am very used to people  being a hardcore health enthusiast. After all, health and well-being should matter to each and everyone of us, right? By the way, the answer should be yes. My hope is that after you read my little spiel as to why everyone should be wearing compression socks, you will see how beneficial it really is to your health and reconsider what you thought you once knew about them.

Wearing compression socks as a preventative care can help preserve leg health. It stimulates better blood circulation, which then helps the legs feel energized. Think of your job: do you sit or stand in the same position for long periods of time? This can cause blood to pool around your legs, which can often result in tired, achy and swollen legs ( did anybody say cankles? Yikes!). You can prevent these symptoms by wearing compression socks of course.

I’ve also noticed that a lot of sport enthusiast, runners especially, are a hardcore believer in compression socks. I never really understood as to why that is until I wore my compression socks to the gym during leg day, during a busy day at work, and being out and about with friends. Now, I can’t vouch about having a better workout with it compared as to if I had gone without it. However, my legs does feel better when I wear my pair of compression socks compared to when I go without them. I was less sore the next day, so I can definitely say that compression socks definitely works tremendously with muscle recovery.

While there may be mixed views as to whether compression garments really does work or not, there is no denying how comfortable they are to wear. Not only are they cute and funky, I also believe them to be functional. You just have to try and see for yourself!

Why wear regular socks when you can have these socks with benefits?

 

 

Leave It To The Breeze

These past couple of days has been really great. I’ve woken up to the sun shining through my window and I have really enjoyed having that to be the first thing I experience when I wake up. Last week, I dreaded waking up in fear of finding myself broken again. However, that hasn’t been the case as of late and I am so very glad.

This might be weird to say but I honestly believe that being broken is the biggest positive experience I have had in my life.

I’ve learned so much about my body, the people around me, I got put into a position where I could rebuild and repair relationships that has wavered for so long. There is no need for me to hold onto something that serves me nothing but pain. Sometimes it’s hard for us to see when we should walk away from something that once made us very happy. However, when we notice that it is changing us to something we are not and don’t want to be, that is when we need to step back and just let go. At first I was lost when it came to myself but now I can finally say that I’m okay. I find myself smiling more and other people in my life notices it too.

It also helps that one of my best friend has stayed with me through this hard time. She has honestly been by my side this entire time and I am forever thankful. It’s nice to have someone who will sit next to you and not say something when you’re at the weakest point of your life. Everyone needs a person who will be sit by their side and help them get back up again.

 

 

 

Be Free

the lesson I learned at the nudist beach

What’s more freeing than being naked? Absolutely nothing.

I have always wanted to go to Wreck Beach, a clothing-optional beach which stretches approximately 6 kilometers just west of Vancouver.

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Since the weather these past couple of days has been really nice, my friend and I decided to commute the hour and a half to UBC and flaunt what we have while we still got it.

I have to say that at first I was skeptical to take my clothes off. However, after multiple anxiety attacks, I realized that it really wasn’t that big of a deal. Sure there were tons of people around, but they also had their own business to mind. The fact of the matter is that other people really don’t care what you do, and if they did it really didn’t matter as well.

What I’ve learned in taking my clothes off in public is that most of the times I am so worried about how others may perceived myself that I forget to live in the moment. I learned to finally be free and not care what other people thought of me.

My advice to you: be free and get naked, whether it is physically or mentally. If you don’t allow yourself to be vulnerable, you may miss out on life’s greatest moments.

Txeemsim

Txeemsim wandered up and down the river, teaching the people he met

 

I took this photo a while back when I went to the Royal BC Museum. At the time I didn’t really understood what it meant. Today I looked at this photo with a different mindset. It made me think of all of the wonderful people in my life. People who love and support me. People who knows me not by the things they have seen me do but by sitting down and listening to me.

This picture to me means that all beings in this universe has a meaningful part to play. It is comforting to know that we all need one another. We all need to listen, support, and encourage one another.

With that being said, I am so grateful for all of the people I have had the pleasure of meeting in the past. For those who came and went, thank you for the lessons you taught me during the short time that I have known you. I appreciate getting to know each and everyone of you. With every piece of yourself that you shared with me, I shared a piece of myself back to you. Thank you for being a part of my life and and opening my eyes to all of the things that I was unaware of.

For those who still continues to support and love me, thank you so much for sticking by my side. Thank you for being the anchor who grounds me but does not weigh me down. Thank you for encouraging me to shoot for the moon. Lastly, thank you for showing me that life is a journey you travel with whom you care the most.