I've said it before and I'll say it again...
I would never want to be on bad terms with the Russians.
Between Russian twists and Russian squat kicks...
My core is toast.
Be a good friend...
Don't tell me a funny story. My core has been beaten up...for sure.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Puke. Yes another post about my weight.
I'm still trying to get back to 130 lbs. But my heart isn't in it the way it was when I was 160 lbs. trying to get to this goal.
I've seen this weight. I felt good but I still felt the panic of gaining weight and watching what I eat.
I am now sitting at 138 lbs. and some days I see 142 lbs. and batten down the hatches and watch what I eat for days and days.
Here's the turn around folks. Living inside my head looks like this most of my life: beating myself up for not being the ideal and perfect weight. Letting my hard work slip away with overindulging.
But I had a revelation about a month ago. I've been CONSISTENTLY exercise since 2009!!! And for the past two years, it's been at home whether it's been the running (outside & treadmill), biking, or following a DVD. I not only transition from working out at the gym (I thought that was the only way I could make myself workout) to seriously getting my sweat on at home.
Never in my life would I have done this. In my twenties, I had a lot ofDVDs VHSs from Denise Austin to Cindy Crawford. I would do this for a week and never do it again. Never.
Now, I rotate my workouts and while I'm not as thin as I was in 2010, I'm still in the game.
Here's to hoping you are still in the game and trying to keep a good habit going.
I'm still trying to get back to 130 lbs. But my heart isn't in it the way it was when I was 160 lbs. trying to get to this goal.
I've seen this weight. I felt good but I still felt the panic of gaining weight and watching what I eat.
I am now sitting at 138 lbs. and some days I see 142 lbs. and batten down the hatches and watch what I eat for days and days.
Here's the turn around folks. Living inside my head looks like this most of my life: beating myself up for not being the ideal and perfect weight. Letting my hard work slip away with overindulging.
But I had a revelation about a month ago. I've been CONSISTENTLY exercise since 2009!!! And for the past two years, it's been at home whether it's been the running (outside & treadmill), biking, or following a DVD. I not only transition from working out at the gym (I thought that was the only way I could make myself workout) to seriously getting my sweat on at home.
Never in my life would I have done this. In my twenties, I had a lot of
Now, I rotate my workouts and while I'm not as thin as I was in 2010, I'm still in the game.
Here's to hoping you are still in the game and trying to keep a good habit going.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
"I'm half-Chinese"
My niece...she's blonde, tall, and very, very ummm...Caucasian...
She came to visit us over the weekend. I love, love this little girl. She adores me. Seriously. She told me so. And even more so after I heard this story...but first, we've got to time travel back to 1982.
I was growing up in a town where in school, my family was the only Asian in school. We stood out. There was no talk of diversity or embracing different races like I hear nowadays.
Typical of all kids, I didn't want to look or be different than my peers. Teachers had problems pronouncing my name, I had to leave class for ESL. Kids made fun of me when my parents would speak to me in Vietnamese...because they were kids.
So, I remembered when my uncle married a white lady and I loved her. I was convinced I was half-white because she was now a part of our family. I started telling my friends this. They of course made MORE fun of me because duh...I had dark skin, small eyes, blackest hair...nothin' like my blonde-haired, blue-eyed aunt.
Back to this past weekend.
My niece and I had a day together on Friday and we went shopping and brought lunch to S.E. and Koo's school to have lunch with them. On the way to school she tells me her friends at school made fun of her because she told them she was half-Chinese. She told them because of me, she's half-Asian. Her friends asked her why her hair was not black, why her skin was not brown, and why she doesn't have brown eyes. As she is telling me the story, she is getting upset because she BELIEVES she is half-Asian.
First off, I corrected her and told her I was Vietnamese not Chinese. And while it's true I am her aunt, we all can't look alike. Blah, blah....yadday, yadday.
In the end, she wants me to come to her school to prove she's half Asian. RIOT!! Bless her little heart.
She came to visit us over the weekend. I love, love this little girl. She adores me. Seriously. She told me so. And even more so after I heard this story...but first, we've got to time travel back to 1982.
I was growing up in a town where in school, my family was the only Asian in school. We stood out. There was no talk of diversity or embracing different races like I hear nowadays.
Typical of all kids, I didn't want to look or be different than my peers. Teachers had problems pronouncing my name, I had to leave class for ESL. Kids made fun of me when my parents would speak to me in Vietnamese...because they were kids.
So, I remembered when my uncle married a white lady and I loved her. I was convinced I was half-white because she was now a part of our family. I started telling my friends this. They of course made MORE fun of me because duh...I had dark skin, small eyes, blackest hair...nothin' like my blonde-haired, blue-eyed aunt.
Back to this past weekend.
My niece and I had a day together on Friday and we went shopping and brought lunch to S.E. and Koo's school to have lunch with them. On the way to school she tells me her friends at school made fun of her because she told them she was half-Chinese. She told them because of me, she's half-Asian. Her friends asked her why her hair was not black, why her skin was not brown, and why she doesn't have brown eyes. As she is telling me the story, she is getting upset because she BELIEVES she is half-Asian.
First off, I corrected her and told her I was Vietnamese not Chinese. And while it's true I am her aunt, we all can't look alike. Blah, blah....yadday, yadday.
In the end, she wants me to come to her school to prove she's half Asian. RIOT!! Bless her little heart.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Dr. Laura-ism
I love when she talks about staying at home and raising your kids (I'm obviously pro-SAH).
She asked a caller today:
"If you had to be born again, would you want to be raised by:
a) daycare center
b) nanny
c) babysitter
d) loving mom
Not a new question she has asked. She's asked this many times before and EVERY SINGLE CALLER says "d". So why don't we do this for our kids?
She asked a caller today:
"If you had to be born again, would you want to be raised by:
a) daycare center
b) nanny
c) babysitter
d) loving mom
Not a new question she has asked. She's asked this many times before and EVERY SINGLE CALLER says "d". So why don't we do this for our kids?
Vitamin D
Something as simple as this vitamin that I unwittingly discontinued using in October has been why I have been so tired, unenergetic, and wanting to self-soothe myself the past three months!!!
I went to the doctor yesterday to get bloodwork done to find out if there's something wrong with me because I've been down and out. I thought maybe my thyroid took a nose-dive again and the dosage had to be adjusted.
One question she asked was if I was still taking vitamin D, because she said..."you've been deficient in the past"...
This explains why I can be so incredibly tired after a workout. Tired after I've slept for eight hours straight.
So, if you are having symptoms like moi, please check to be sure you are getting your vitamin D.
Most of you are fine in this area but if you are not getting enough sun, you may need a boost. Also, being Asian, I have a harder time absorbing this vitamin from the sun. Lastly, not all vitamin D supplements are created equal. Get the more expensive D3 version-our bodies absorb it better.
After two days of taking this, my energy level was great and I rocked it at today's bootcamp!!!
I went to the doctor yesterday to get bloodwork done to find out if there's something wrong with me because I've been down and out. I thought maybe my thyroid took a nose-dive again and the dosage had to be adjusted.
One question she asked was if I was still taking vitamin D, because she said..."you've been deficient in the past"...
This explains why I can be so incredibly tired after a workout. Tired after I've slept for eight hours straight.
So, if you are having symptoms like moi, please check to be sure you are getting your vitamin D.
Most of you are fine in this area but if you are not getting enough sun, you may need a boost. Also, being Asian, I have a harder time absorbing this vitamin from the sun. Lastly, not all vitamin D supplements are created equal. Get the more expensive D3 version-our bodies absorb it better.
After two days of taking this, my energy level was great and I rocked it at today's bootcamp!!!
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Getting real
Folks I've lost steam. I've been disconnected in my quest to lose weight and stay healthy. I am at my healthiest in terms of my skin but the worse since 2009 as far as running and strength. It didn't happen all at once.
Kind crept up on my since late October. In late summer my plantar fasciitis was FREAKING painful. I could hardly walk after a workout let alone get up from a sitting position without buckling under the pain.
I rested. And rested. Then tried to workout. Now only my left foot hurts. I didn't realize the amount of mental energy this injury takes. I feel like a blob. I'm up a few pounds and terrified that I will be up in the 160's again with a pre-diabetic diagnosis again.
What's different is I'm not in crisis mode about it. I'm tired. I'm overweight. I'm in pain. What the hell. My skin looks great...I should be happy.
Do you find yourself in this predicament? I thought I was a cup half-full kind of person...but this is definitely proving me wrong.
Kind crept up on my since late October. In late summer my plantar fasciitis was FREAKING painful. I could hardly walk after a workout let alone get up from a sitting position without buckling under the pain.
I rested. And rested. Then tried to workout. Now only my left foot hurts. I didn't realize the amount of mental energy this injury takes. I feel like a blob. I'm up a few pounds and terrified that I will be up in the 160's again with a pre-diabetic diagnosis again.
What's different is I'm not in crisis mode about it. I'm tired. I'm overweight. I'm in pain. What the hell. My skin looks great...I should be happy.
Do you find yourself in this predicament? I thought I was a cup half-full kind of person...but this is definitely proving me wrong.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Two Teeth...Four days
Koo lost one front tooth on a Sunday.
Lost another one on Thursday.
He pulled them himself. Decided it was time because they'd been loose for awhile. Still so cute to me.
Lost another one on Thursday.
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