Tuesday, January 12, 2016

San Francisco Weekend Walk

So I’ve definitely gained some weight since we moved to San Francisco. And honestly, that’s okay. I’m not like down on myself about it. While I don’t know how much I’ve gained, I’m guessing it’s hovering around 8-10 lbs?? I don’t know, just going off my clothes. The reason for this is kinda two-fold and in both scenarios, SF itself is 100% to blame. 
^No words to express how cute both of these lads are. Adorable. Chandler got a buzzcut in Portland so he's totally de-"Terrier"ized right now.

The first is the fact that as a shared hobby, Jay and I like to try new restaurants. It’s a big part of what we do together on the weekends. And we picked an amazing place to move to foodwise. Not only is San Francisco saturated with incredible restaurants but every.single.one. is new to us. So our meager weekend eating-out dates back in Portland turned into trying new spots any day of the week and multiple ones on the weekend
^Is the Presidio -namely Mother Nature - not stunning? 

That’s a lot of restaurant food [See also: Food cooked for TASTE vs. health]. I kinda expected this when we moved here and allowed myself to not freak out about a little weight gain, after all – weight can always come off and I don’t ever want to be someone who restricts so much they can’t lean back and enjoy some indulgence for a bit.
The second reason that it has happened is actually one that kinda snuck up on me. After a desire to move from Portland for YEARS AND YEARS now, SF could not have been a more welcomed change. I had long had intense stress about only living where I grew-up and had zero interest in engaging in a life event that didn’t include moving out of state
I think it’s smart to get out of your pocket of the world and I think it enables one to become more well-rounded, empathetic, wise and independent. All I have wanted for years was to move to a new state and this desire weighed heavily on my husband often as it was the focal point of endless conversations. 
But the surprise was that the first few months here were pretty difficult. October especially was quite trying. I felt a little down about my newfound loneliness, I felt a little starved for conversation with others besides Jay, we both felt a bit fish out of water and hapless. We both had stars in our eyes for this new life but we had some hurdles dealing with the change of every single thing we knew. This eventually manifested itself into my withdrawal from exercise (which is a horrible side effect as nothing helps your mental state more than exercise in my opinion)

^And back behind us lay downtown SF and our workweek home away from home, shrouded by the fog.

I simply stopped doing it regularly which only made me feel a bit bluer. Don't get me wrong, we weren't running around complaining. We both just felt that something was a little off with the shift. But slowly and surely, that burned off. And just as we started to feel on our feet again and ready to jump back-in, it was December and not exactly the time to pick up the slack [Give me holiday treats or give me death]. Therefore, we’ve had our eyes set on January as the month to return to our healthy selves.
This weekend marked the official start of that. So in lieu of waking up and heading off to a hip brunch, we enjoyed cheerios, bananas and almond milk at home, put on workout gear and made a plan to walk, walk, walk. This was after we both spent a quiet 30 minutes still in bed, sipping lattes that Jay grabbed from the cafe at the base of our building as we quietly read the news. A small slice of heaven in a fast-paced world.
But back to the walk. Well, we originally had planned to hike but the rain had managed to deem a lot of the places we were planning to go as “unsafe” so we opted to do a city hike: Start at our house, jaunt up the Pacific Heights Hills, down through the Presidio and all the way to the base of the GG Bridge (and back). 
It has been a long time since we started our weekend morning like this and it felt fantastic [Instagram image HERE]. We ended up walking over eight miles that day but with SF's famed hills, it's more of a workout than you might think. By the end we were exhausted and jovial. It helped reinforce how excited I am to start 2016 in San Francisco.
Really, we are so lucky to live here. It’s so gorgeous, there are endless things to do and see and it’s a city full of driven people from all walks of life. How fortunate are we to have a chapter here? How amazing is it that we are living in a truly world-class city for a point in time?  
(^Perhaps Chandler needed some water ...)

And in the end, I think the difficulties of our first months here are exactly the kind of displacement I had been craving when I incessantly pestered Jay about moving. I knew I was too comfortable in Portland. I knew I had a safety net of life-long friends that indirectly resulted in me not breaking out of my comfort zone as much to meet new people, try new things, experience life by pushing my own boundaries.

I knew I didn’t want to be the person who has never known anything other than what they’ve always known (this was so important to me). So in the end, I think the blip and blue feelings were all part of the process and the evolution of self that I had been seeking for years. And I’m sure there will be more to come and that’s okay.
In the words of Jimmy Dugan (in my favorite movie of all time)“the hard, is what makes it great.
Well, that and a life full of endorphin-filled exercise should do the trick.
[All images are mine, taken 1/9/2016]
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Pat Hatt said...

There is a process to most any change indeed and yours was a big one, but sounds worth it indeed. Sure the pup isn't complaining about the long walks and the mud puddle drinks lol

SMD @ lifeaccordingtosteph said...

Your words on change and settling into it definitely resonate with me right now.

What a city to eat in...but what a city to walk in too. Thanks for sharing photos of you guys doing both in this space!

Kristen @ See You In A Porridge said...

fabulous post girl. i know the feelings of moving somewhere new and going through that whole phase, and withdrawing from things that would actually make you feel better. i'm glad you're on the upside of it now, hopefully things will continue to get better! and go you for being super positive, and seriously, what an amazing place you live. we could not do that around our city, that's for sure. i also totally know what you mean about not knowing anything other than what they've always known. sydney is a huge city and i didn't really have lifelong friends or anything, but i was in a comfort zone for sure and was doing the same things all the time. i never branched out. you wouldn't think moving to a (much) smaller city would help me branch out, but it did. KC has only ever lived here though, and while he has no issues with it, it slightly bothers me lol. anyway! gorgeous photos :) i hope to visit san fran one day!

Emily @ Martinis | Bikinis said...

So true! Hope January is off to a great start and you're gaining back your mojo! Your photos are gorgeous!

Ashley Lillis said...

It really is amazing how your mental attitude can really change your lifestyle. I know that there are times in my life where I've just been so down in the dumps and don't feel like doing anything. I also think that it's awesome that y'all are doing things together, it definitely helps to stay motivated when you have somebody doing the same things with you. I also 100% agree with you about not wanting to completely restrict yourself. You have to be able to enjoy food, especially in a city with such an amazing food scene like San Fran!

Kati Rose @ Constantly Seeking Wonder said...

San Francisco is one of those cities where you get the best of both worlds. You can go out and try all the wonderful food, but you also can go on adventures by simply taking a walk because there's so much to explore. I think it's awesome that you are doing it together too.

Kate at Green Fashionista said...

You've got this gurlie! I can totally empathize with the need to want to move somewhere new, and then feeling lonely and gaining some weight after the big exciting move. I got back into a healthy routine about 8 months after moving here, and have never felt better since I've been back on track.

Gorgeous photos as usual, I really need to get to San Fran soon <3

Green Fashionista

Jax said...

I think it's natural to feel a little fish out of water!! Enjoy the time you have to move around and live! I also agree that it might be time to skip some of those restaurants and get back to beING you. I'm sure between work and just daily routine, you'll make lots of friends real quick! Meanwhile, you have plenty home just a phone call and long drive away. :)

julie @ jewelswandering.com said...

I hear ya, girl... I'm quick to ask for change -move to another city- and then when it happens, I fight it and I struggle. But now that I"m older, I just go with the flow more, but still hard to uproot all you know and try to make something new!