Better Late than Never


I know it’s the 8th of February, also the 6th week of the year, but I’ve made progress! I joined David Barton Gym on Saturday 😀 and had my free hour with a personal trainer yesterday. My legs quivered going down stairs and I dreaded the thought of how I’d feel today, so it was a very good session. I was planning to go to a yoga class today but my legs told me they couldn’t handle such a workout and I thought I should just take a walk on the treadmill and do some stretches throughout the day just to keep the circulation going. Today hasn’t been the easiest but what’s important is that I’ve started and I am motivated to keep going. It’s been 2 years since I’ve been in a gym consistently and I hate it.

What I really like about this gym is that I’m on the treadmill looking out onto the streets (one floor above street level) and it’s not dark to block whatever little sunshine the day may bring, and to just see outside. I felt so happy that I’d made the change, and happy that even though it pained me to walk down the stairs outside of my apartment, I was in the gym trying to ease the pain with more exercise and not sleeping it off.

I can speak from experience that so easily we can make up excuses about why aren’t doing what we’re supposed to be doing to help our bodies, but we NEVER try to make a small change in our lifestyle to start the process. Last year I gained 11lbs in a month from drinking whey protein and not exercising. I hated how I looked. I was back in the gym periodically but Summer came around, so did trips and family and friends visiting so gym was not even an option for me. But I made a change, a small one. I started eating breakfast and smaller portions of dinner – portion control. I love my dessert and chocolates, but hated how I felt after eating dinner and forcing down my dessert because I couldn’t have 2 bites and stop. So I decided, since I like my desserts so much, maybe I should cut down on the amount of food I eat so that I can enjoy my dessert and feel satisfied not full. When I put this thought into practice, it was the best thing I’d ever done for myself. I went on to lose 13lbs in about 5 months just from not stuffing myself at every meal. Yes! Soooo easy to gain but HARD to lose. I love food, I love cooking food and going out to try different places (even though I’m picky about certain foods). I often check the dessert menu before looking at the lunch or dinner menu when deciding on a new place to eat. I’d happily eat a chicken caesar salad and have a brownie drenched in vanilla sauce; at least I’m not stuffing myself!

I’m sharing this because I’m hoping it could help someone. That it would be some kind of motivation. Small steps can lead to bigger steps. Start changing your diet –> start losing weight –> increased desire to tone what is left –> work towards that goal with exercise that you love. Many people think they have to go into a gym  but they don’t have to. Take up dancing or something else that is guaranteed to be a good cardio workout. And gradually, build up yourself. Take a short walk and extend the distance every time you go for one. It doesn’t make sense doing too much and then you lose interest fast. I did that many times, but this time I’m determined to get it right. I miss the two abs I had back in 2008 and I’m determined to get them back because I owe it to myself, and no one else, to have the body I want. I once asked my husband what he’d do if I got fat, he responded by saying “that won’t happen because you won’t let yourself get there”. If there was any motivation I needed I got it in that response.

-change in small steps lasts longer and is more accepted, than change in big steps-

Bless.

February!!!


Happy February!!!! Yes I’m dedicating a whole post to this month and what it means to me. First of all, it’s my birth month. Better than that, my dad’s is 4 days before mine and then it’s the month of love!

I’ll start with Valentine’s Day. I’ve been with my husband 9 years and married for 1 and some, and Valentine’s day has been major ONCE in our relationship, last year. LOL! The funny thing is, I don’t think it will be again and I’ll tell you why. Last night my husband and I went to Applebees (I don’t cook on Fridays) and we had such a blast. And in between the laughter (which was all through dinner) we said “I Love You” so many times that it could have been Valentine’s day. Just sitting, laughing and enjoying the meal was enough to make our day. But I’ll probably still cook a special meal on the 14th and doll up myself a bit. It’s not about the presents for sure! I got 1 plastic rose from him once YEARS ago and flowers weren’t seen again lol! The occasional card was thrown in there but we’ve never been a couple who goes all out for this day, but we know love is there, regardless of the trials we’ve been through, the laughter, tears, trips and separations, we know each other’s hearts.

So what do you have planned for this day? I honestly see it as a card day more than gifts, because words can express feelings better while you save for my birthday gift. But to each his own! I prefer birthday over valentine’s for effort and my husband prefers Christmas over birthday as he’s born in November. If there’s anything that should be emphasised this day, it’s saying I LOVE YOU. We can always show our love but how often do you say it? How often do you express verbally what that person does to light your fire? Yes we all buy into the hype of teddy bears, chocolates, jewellery, dinners and romantic weekends etc. but I just ask that the verbal communication exists to a point where there is no doubt about the love you share.

Because alllll that lovin’ got me here… Since I moved to Seattle, birthdays have something missing for me; my dad. From 1987-2008, we’ve always celebrated together. It was always “our” parties and cakes. One year I’ll surprise him though! And for me that’s what makes my birthday so special and our relationship. The saying “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone’ couldn’t be truer. It was such a natural thing for me I didn’t realise how special it was until I left.

Birthdays are special – the worst reminder that you are ageing is celebrated in finer style as you get older. Really? But we smile and have a blast at the celebrations taking note of how you now look at that age while saying “where the heck have those years gone?! I was just 21! And we keep saying that until 75 (if we get there)…. Well I still have a few days until my birthday, so until then I’ll ponder what I want to achieve within this 24th year of my life, have a blast on the day, and then ponder again the execution of these goals the day after!

We live once, and I’m realizing more and more it’s what we do with our lives that counts. Becoming a better person is way more important than having the new coach bag (at least for me and I’ll settle for Aldo shoes).

So to all of my fellow Februarians, Happy Birthday! To all who celebrate Valentine’s day (for the right reasons) Happy Valentine’s Day! And to all who don’t see anything special about this month piss off may it be productive and filled with blessings for you!

Bless.

Let’s Take It Up a Notch!


I think it can be said that most of our “ingenious” ideas pop into our heads when we’re doing one of three things:

  • travelling from point A to B
  • using the bathroom
  • taking a shower

Well in taking my shower just now, after having a Facebook message conversation with a friend, something popped into my head. She asked if I was working (the infamous question for me). I get this a lot and when I explain that I cannot work due to the type of visa I have, I somehow proceed naturally to explain the “work” I do. I run a house. No kids or not pets as yet, but I run a house. Better yet, a home. This post isn’t going to go into detail about that but something more interesting (to me at least).

Often a housewife has two extreme identities associated with her. One is loyal, hardworking, modest, moves swiftly when beckoned and is often not in the limelight but the support behind the spouse that is. Then we have the “gold-digger”housewife who does nothing, is a sexaholic/no sex and spends his money like crazy while always looking good. But why don’t we ever hear or see those who are the perfect blend of those two? Do they exist? I think so because I think I’m one. I won’t say what the perfect mix is, I think it’s pretty obvious, but I want to address the marriage aspect.

I want to address how the spouse views it. More importantly, how we let our spouse view us. I’m sorry but the career woman thing is crap to me as no career could stop me from having a family. It’s called retirement for a reason, you sit back and let your kids look after you and your pension, not spend you pension on your 16 year old. Anyway, back to my point. I can’t say all housewives go into the marriage knowing they will be one, but it’s what happens when they are one.

First let me address the marriage. I don’t have statistics about how many young women are getting married but I will speak about myself. When I got married at 22, I thought “school is over, time for the big girl act: make-up, heels and classy but sexy wardrobe”. Well, my flat feet allow me to barely make heels comfortable for 10 minutes if that long. I HATE foundation and powder, eyeshadow comes out for special occasions, and lipstick makes an appearance when I want to feel “woman-ish”. So there goes that whole thought; but there’s more to me than my physical appearance. Confidence can be worn with lip balm, jeans, a vest and some chucks and look better than a pencil skirt suit with a full face of make up, Jimmy Choos and an up-do.

As a 21st Century housewife, I don’t let myself go, I exercise and make and effort when I leave home to not look homeless. I keep the house clean, it is my workspace. I make sure my husband is happy, he’s giving me a salary – not allowance; so can I be like his dirty little secretary? I’m as confident as the female CEO of a Fortune 500 company because I run this home, it’s my Fortune 500 company and it won’t run to the ground.  I remember that at the end of the day, it’s us, we’ve become our own family, a new branch of our own family trees.

So from this my husband knows I won’t sit around all day doing nothing, therefore, he can’t call me lazy. He can’t say he’s not attracted to me because even if I did gain 15lbs from being a newlywed, I lost it and look better than before we were married. He can’t say he doesn’t want to take me anywhere for fear of embarrassment, because he knows I’m educated and confident.

It’s not about losing yourself in the marriage or family but remembering what got you there and keeping goals for yourself to make sure you only improve each year and not digress.