After 3 months of eating right and exercising (and when I say exercising, I mean ninja training) it is my week of "active rest." Every now and then, I indulge in what I like to call "inactive rest," so when Michelle (my birth-mom) invited me to Poet's Cove Resort & Spa on Pender Island for a relaxing weekend...I envisioned myself lounging on a lily pad drinking sparkling wine and enjoying the view of the ocean in the sunshine. I was half right.
|Big city girl, island bound. |
For those of you unfamiliar with the Southern Gulf Islands, Pender is located in the Gulf of Georgia nestled in between Saltspring and Saturna...if you've taken the ferry to Vancouver from Victoria or vice versa, you've passed it. It is approximately 34 square kilometres, and has a population of around 2500 full-time islanders. Before this starts sounding like a 5th grade geography project, Pender Island to me is about getting away from the city and chilling out in one of the best backyards in the world. And acting, and sometimes dressing like a pirate.
|Queen of Cumberland - Otter Bay|
Resort, sounds good. Spa, fine with me. Gourmet food and drink, ACK! I was very much looking forward to spending time with Michelle and enjoying the many amenities that Poet's Cove offers, especially the spa treatments that she sprung for, but the food became an issue simply because it's, well, food...and I'm a fat girl trying to get healthy. What I have yet to learn from my 3 months of health and fitness is to let go of the anxiety that I feel when I know that I will have to give up some control. I just need to make good choices, and maybe not indulge in the bread and butter that will be put on the table, right? Wine, well...I know there will be wine, I have accounted for that already. In fact, I brought a bottle of prosecco and a granacha...just in case. Ha!
|Recycle or die!|
In the past, I would celebrate a good loss with meal out or a bag of baked chips, but my mindset has changed...at present, I celebrate fewer pounds by buying some new exercise pants or a novelty t-shirt. I now know that a weekend in the lap of luxury means: hold fast to your new ways. Stay the course, don't let go. Avast! (See, I told you that Pender = Pirate to me).
So off I set on the tide to a not-so-distant land, where the sirens of temptation would sing softly to me. Hold to the code.
Michelle met me at Otter Bay and we took land transportation from there, just as I had gotten my sea-legs. Pender Island is the keeper of many secrets, one
such place is the Recycle Depot which is a treasure trove of vintage junk. Odds and ends that may not be interesting to the average landlubber, but this pirate often picks through the "Free Store" for ancient mason jars and various medicine bottles. Then there's the Nu-to-Yu where all your dreams and nightmares can come true. Usually, second hand stores are slim pickings...but not this one. There are always things that have been overlooked by islanders, for example, I couldn't resist a Benihana Geisha mug for 50 cents. And, in true pirate fashion, I practiced a little stealth photography and snapped some pictures of the more impressive scary dollies. Then home to Schooner Cottage to pick up supplies before our journey to Poet's Cove on the south island.
|Should have bought this for Vicky Voodoo!|
Our trek through the countryside didn't take very long, in fact, I think it took roughly 20 minutes to
|Poet's Cove Resort & Spa|
|The view from our room...note the hot tub!|
The pedicure area was slightly less ethereal and more pragmatic, though there were leather chairs and jacuzzi jetted tubs for our tootsies. Before we got started, Michi and I picked out our colours...I chose a bright 'n' shiny turquoise because that's how I roll, she chose a colour called "Laughing in Pink" which was actually pretty much rose gold glitter. "Just as long as it isn't called 'Laughing Stock,'" said Michelle. Ha! Why is it that I cannot control my laughter when I'm mid-toe painting?
"Oh, here's a good colour for you, Michelle."
"Excellent, what's it called..."
"Hang on...the printing is tiny. It's called...'You're an idiot!' Bahahaha..."
|Suzie and Michi @ Aurora|
And the moral of this story? I will survive. It's not as hard as I thought it would be in the real world...I just have to learn to trust myself and make good choices. And also, everyone needs to get a deep tissue massage at least once in their life.
Back to the big island after a weekend of incredible views, amazing hospitality, heartfelt conversation, intense relaxation, gourmet food, and quality wine...I'm ready to axe the "active rest" and hit the gym hard...which is good, because Monday means elliptical, aerobics, indoor cycling, and that's all before lunch.