Entry 81 : Some Things Never Change…other things do.

It’s interesting seeing on social media how people you knew a lifetime ago have turned out. There are people that I knew back in the day who have grown up to do really cool stuff, and others who haven’t. Then there are those people who have ended up exactly how you thought they would based on what you knew about them.

Then again, it’s hard to predict who a person will become based on a snapshot of their life. There are so many things that can occur that can change a person for the better, or the worse.

Still, if you were only a part of a person’s life during a fragment of time, sometimes when reconnecting with that person on social media, your mind immediately pulls memories of them: those barcardi shots you took with them at the club, or that one time they were slutty nurses for Halloween. Or maybe you remember that time in 3rd grade when they sat next to you and would put glue on the palm of their hand, let it dry, and then peel it off like it was lizard skin.

(Confession, the kid who did the glue thing? That was me.)

That person become a scientist? Might be your next thought. Or …that guy is a dad

Sometimes these are thought in wonderment of how things can change. Other times they are thought in judgement, which can be unfair to do as life can be a constant evolution of the self driven experiences and life lessons learned ; who we are today is not the same as who we were yesterday, nor will it be the same as who we will become tomorrow.

And I…. I am not the same person I was when I was peeling dried glue off the palm of my hand….

.. Wait… I kind of did once… with this DIY charcoal mask I saw on youtube (Go to the 2 minute mark for ingredients and you will find the ingredients are Elmer’s glue and charcoal .) Okay… so maybe some things don’t change.

Things I like This Week:

Back To School Supplies:

It’s that time of year where stores are starting to line their shelves with back to school supplies. I’ve been a school/office supply junkie ever since I was a kid. I could probably spend all day looking at pens, notebooks, and highlighters. No lie.

There’s this new highlighter I saw that is erase-able. I was like …say What?!?

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I almost bought it, but made myself resist.

A Quiet Place: saw this movie this weekend and it is good. It’s not scary, it’s more like a movie where you’re like…how are these people going to survive? I would say that I haven’t seen a movie like it since Signs. Definitely recommend.

Anyways, that’s it for now. Hope everyone’s week is awesome ūüôā

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Entry 72 : Fitness Friday – Ease up on the Axe Spray… Please and Thank You

People sweat at the gym, even stink. It’s bound to happen when you have a good, hard work-out, and sweat beads are rolling down your forehead and soaking up your dri-fit shirt.

But you know what doesn’t help? Overdoing it with the Axe-Spray/Cologne/Perfume.

The other day, I was at the gym, getting done with a set when this guy who overdid it with his spray, walks by me to grab some dumbbells. Now, I don’t have a very good sense of smell, but with one inhale, I took in some Axe-saturated oxygen and turned away, almost afraid I was going to get light-headed and pass out with a few more breathes.

Gents… Ladies… less is more when it comes to the scents. I feel like it’s something you learn in middle school when you’re going through puberty. Your body goes through things, you break out like nobody’s business, and you frantically put random stuff on to hide your adolescent ignorance, until someone… your mom, a girlfriend… says something somewhat along the lines of… Can you not like… put so much on? I can’t breathe.

I get it, being stinky is embarrassing even when you’re at the gym where having a bad odor is half expected. But in my opinion, when you’re in an enclosed area where everyone’s body heat is up, where sometimes it gets muggy if there’s no proper ventilation, and everyone’s gasping for air…. over infusing your body and clothes with sprays is not the answer. It just makes it worse.

I do have some suggestions to try out before thinking about over-spraying yourself to go to the gym:

  1. Find some quality deodorant. I just switched up my deodorant to this Degree Ultra one, and I don’t know why I didn’t do so a while ago. I used to use Secret, the kind that markets itself to make you seem like you’ll smell like flowers or Paris, but when working out, for me it’s ineffective.
  2. Wash you’re clothes correctly, especially workout clothes …and especially dri-fit stuff. Don’t leave them in the washer to mold because mold = gross stink, even if you use 4 dryer sheets in the dryer to hide the smell
  3. Actually take a good shower. Daily. Use some soap, scrub, and exfoliate your skin.

Maybe your sweat is a medical thing? I’m not a doctor so I don’t know if that happens, but if that’s the case, but maybe ask the next time you see one?

But first and foremost, ease up on the Axe spray… Please and Thank you.

Workout thing of the week. Jump Rope

I saw this video of Floyd Mayweather, jump roping :

I mean, I thought I was good at jump roping, but this a whole different level.

In a previous post, I wrote about switching up cardio once in a while so that you’re body doesn’t become efficient in losing calories in that one cardio exercising, but lately, when I do jump rope as my cardio, I’ve been trying to tap into my inner Mayweather.

Usually my jump rope cardio session includes 3 sets of the following:

50 Single Unders

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50 Side to Side, Two Legs

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50 Side to Side One Leg

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50 Side to Side, The other Leg

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50 Boxer Skips

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20-25 Double Unders

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Boom. Cardio, done.

I can never really complete 20 double unders in 1 try. I usually mess up by the 10th one, but a few things I’d like to critique about my form that I saw only after I recorded this…my jump when doing this should be the same height as single unders, or a little higher. I should also be aiming to land in the same spot and on my toes, not sporadically all over the place. I find them hard to do, but that’s why I like to record myself doing certain exercises – so I’m not training myself to do an exercise wrong.

Anyways, I hope you all have a great weekend and all that jazz…

Until next time…

Entry 70 : That’s Like… Somebody’s Daughter

Husband and I were at this restaurant bar in the University, people watching the people across the street, when we saw a group of females go into this bar with bikini tops and short as short shorts.

The more we watched, the more we saw college girls scantily clad, along with bros in douche tanks entering the establishment.

What is going on? I thought, while I stuffed french fries in my mouth. I never was a person confident enough to wear bikini tops out in anywhere other than a beach, so this was interesting to me. Is this what kids nowadays wear when they go out?

And then my next thoughts…

…. That’s like… somebody’s daughter. I wonder if her daddy knows ….

I know, I shouldn’t judge. I too had a period of time where I partied and had slutty nights out. My dad would sometimes ask me where I was going and I would name off specific friends that I knew he liked who were (maybe) going to be there.

“Jane”, “Betty”, and “Sally”…You know “Sally” ! She’s lives down the street…

And before he could protest… Gotta go. BYEEEE!

At some point, I got old. I think it started when my friends started having kids, and I started becoming a Godparent and forming affections towards them… I don’t want to see any of them grow up!

But it’s inevitable. Kids grow up, and before you know it… they’re off to college, majoring in Social Justice Warrior, and wearing bikini tops on the daily. But even if they don’t…they’re going to be in a crazy/arguably crazier world than the one that already exists.

I don’t have kids, but I know it’s probably the toughest job to raise a child so they dont end up becoming horrible adults, but instead becoming decent human beings with good morals and values, and individuals who are able to face the crazines and not fall down. Because craziness does and will exist. So props to the parents out there doing the right thing. If the time ever comes for me, I will probably be asking you a plethora of questions… including Why does my child keep drawing boxes with their eyes?!?

Things I like this week

NYX Glow StickI bought this on the whim since Ulta gives you $3.50 off for spending $15, but this has been my glow stick since I bought it. It’s super quick if you want to get your glow, but only have 5 seconds to swipe on your face and blend. Possibly Best Drug Store Brand of glow stick I’ve tried?

Heart Defensor Elf Highlighter So Heart Defensor is one of the beauty gurus I follow on YouTube and she collaborated with Elf Cosmetics with this highlighter. I would say the packaging is really cute, although fingerprints go on quite easily. but the highlighter is …okay? . Maybe if I hadn’t gotten the NYX glow stick, I would like it more…

Costco Beauty Online – Costco.com doesn’t have a lot of beauty products, but I like to check it from time to time to see what they have. Occasionally, they have really good deals on products that I love. One time I bought Mac Strobe cream there for $20 (I think normally it’s $30. They had Laura Mercier’s Translucent Powder another time for half the price it normally retails. Now, they have Tarte Amazonian Clay Palette for like $30ish when normally it’s like $54, and some other good skin care brands like Tatcha, and Clinique. So if you’re a Costco member, I definitely recommend going on Costco.com and checking out their skincare/beauty stuff from time to time to see what they got.

Anyways, that’s all for now. I hope everyone has a great rest of your week!

Until next time…

Entry 67: Fitness Fridays – Will You Be My Workout Buddy?

I sometimes grapple with the question of whether it is better to have a gym squad? A workout buddy? Or ride solo?

When working out, 99 % of the time I work out by myself. But occasionally, I see ladies grouped together, laughing and bonding while doing bicep curls and think I want to laugh and bond too….

I’ve thought about doing a yoga class to find a housewife to befriend, but I’m not a yoga person. Every time I do yoga, my mind wanders off, and I fall asleep, and I start dreaming about my dogs until the instructor rings her namaste bell. This happened in real life.

It probably doesn’t help that I have a don’t talk to me look to my face, or so I’ve been told, by strangers nonetheless. It’s a look that I was trained to have since I was a kid by my mom; she was afraid of child abductors and during the first couple of years of elementary school, would rehearse with me what to do if strangers came up and talked to me

Mom: If a stranger comes up to you and offers you candy, what do you do?
Me: Don’t take the candy
Mom: And… ?
Me: Run.

There was one girl that I kind of made friends with at the gym. She was working out next to me and I decided to a start a conversation with That’s a really cool fanny pack.. We’ve chit chatted since then, but never really worked out together.

I don’t know, maybe this whole wanting a workout buddy is a phase. I’m sure having someone to do lunges with is fun and can be motivating, but I probably shouldn’t worry about it too much. I think I’ve been doing fine with staying motivated and… it’ll happen if it’s meant to happen.

Besides, I have 30-45 second rest times during set….Aint no time to bond!

Workout thing of the Week

Triceps Extensions

There’s lot of triceps exercises out there, but probably my fave is the one with rope attachment

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Get it Girrrl

Tips that I follow:

  1. Slight bend in knee. Legs hip width distance apart
  2. Arms hanging down a little in front of you. With the slight bend, when your arm goes down, the arm should be in line with your knees.
  3. Lock your arm in place. If you have boobs, lock arms in place on the side of boob, maybe push your arms together give yourself some cleavage. (because I certainly don’t do that at the gym) . I was corrected to when I was doing the exercise with my arms locked further back instead of in front. The actual triceps do not get a full work out of muscle if the arm is further back.
  4. Go down with count of 1, slowly go up at between counts 2-4. That’s usually what I think about when I’m doing these exercises.
  5. Stick chest out when bringing arms down.
  6. Do 3 Sets and enough weight to fail between 10-12 reps in each set, with 45-60 seconds between sets

There’s probably stuff I’m missing. Let me know if you have any other tips for me. I know my form can be a little off and am not aware until someone tells me what’s up and then I’m like.. yea, that makes sense. Then I try it, and I’m like… ooooh….

Until next time!

Entry 37 : What’s Your Story?

Have you ever been asked the question¬†What’s your story?

My immediate reaction is always like :¬†What do you mean what’s my story? I don’t really …have one. Whats YOUR story. Then based on their answer, I answer the question.

To be quite honest, I don’t think my life is all that exciting so I’m never quite sure how to answer. When you think of stories / movies, they usually consist of a plot – sometimes with twists, turns, and an apex to the plot ¬†– and my life has none of that. Its just, ordinary. To me its awesome, but ordinary. I mean, I cleaned my spare bathroom yesterday. This happens once a week. And then after that I folded laundry. ¬†And then I grilled hot dogs for dinner.

If you want to go into the depth of my character, well Рsome might find my interests boring. I like to read, get lost in Michaels, word puzzles and regular puzzles, and binge watching The Great British Baking Show. I got into a Games of Thrones debate with the produce guy at the grocery store the other day. I hear any sort of Game of Thrones reference and my ears just perk up. He was talking to the other produce guy about the battle scene from last season and I just joined in like  I know right!?!  That was friggin crazy!

Some people think my personality weird. In high school, when I first started dating my high school boyfriend, this girl asked him¬†Why are you dating¬†her?¬†She’s weird.¬†At the time, it kind of hurt my feelings, but then I was like, wait a minute – she’s right. I am kind of weird; not in the bad socially-awkward way, just in the- I used to humm while i brushed my teeth -kind of way (true story. i dont do it anymore though, i swear…. ) and some people find that weird. I used to hope that girl who called me weird was losing in life, but I’ve gotten over it and have come to embrace the “weirdness” as part of why I’m awesome

Back to¬†my story. This makes me realize how grateful I am not to be dating, just so I don’t have to answer that question. The very thought gives me anxiety. I would probably be rejected by waves if I was like¬†I like puzzles, but it’s something I¬†would¬†say because it’s true.

I’m glad my husband didn’t think I was too weird on our first date. After we ate, I started making a sculpture with tortilla chips and poured water over it, saying its called¬†art, you wouldn’t understand. I’d like to think he was just like Yea, shes a little weird, but super hot so I’ll let it pass. ūüėä

Anyways, until next time….

Entry 35 : Case of the Ex. 2

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about insta-stalking an ex-boyfriend, and how I wished I could look at that time of my life, without feeling animosity.

Well, funny story – I ended up having this dream a few weeks ago that the ex-boyfriend was trying to get back together with me; he was remorseful over all the hurt and suffering he had caused me, and blah blah blah.

In my dream, I felt conflicted; I was getting what I thought I wanted (him groveling back to me), but it wasn’t at all satisfying. Like, I was happy and didn’t want to give up my life with my husband, who in my dream was played by my real husband. lol. Have you ever had those dreams where somebody is supposed to be someone to you… like a spouse, or a best friend, but it’s role played by someone else who is not that person in real life?

Anyways, even though I felt really confused in my dream, I woke up happy. If dreams are supposed to be a pathway into the psyche, what I think my psyche was telling me to get over it. I have to admit a small part of me wished that at some point in life, he would realize that he had fucked up on the best thing he had ever had and would pine away eating ice cream and getting fat, but to be honest – the dream made me realize that none of that even matters anymore. While getting my heart broken was not fun, I should look at it as a blessing, one that opened a pathway to a better me, an awesome life, and a studly spouse.

So there, no more holding grudges for something in the past.

Until next time…

Entry 28: Did I Make the Right Choice?

This morning I got a phone call from a recruiter saying that I had gotten the job that he submitted my resume for and that my start date would be on Monday.

Congratulations!

The thing was, I didn’t feel too excited about it. ¬†It was happening too fast, too soon, and I would hardly call accounting work as something I’m passionate about. I know what you’re thinking: ¬†Why even agree with letting the recruiter submit my resume to begin with? The thing is, I’ve been trying to figure out what I want. I’m 30-something and still have this dilemma. Ever since I was younger, I wanted to write. Later, I found a love for taking pictures. If I’m being honest, those two things drive my soul and burn a fire within me, but the question has always been – could I make something out it? ¬†Whether it’s because of my fear of failure or something else, I never could quite figure it out how. ¬† So I took jobs that paid decently, but truly didn’t make me happy.

When I moved Рit was like a fresh beginning for figuring out what I could do that would make me happy, but am conflicting with my want to be able to make money, buy things, and go places. After all, this is what our culture drives into our psyche of what success is. I have been internally conflicted with this.

So this morning, I accepted the job, and a few hours later – called the recruiter back saying that I couldn’t take the job due to personal reason. I have probably severed any chance of getting a job through this agency again and am left questioning whether I made the right choice.

I feel bad that I wasn’t more honest to begin with, but it is done. I can’t go back , but I’m left with no job, and am still at the place where I’m still trying to figure out what it is that I want to do with my life.

Is it weird that I’m reaching to the internet for advise and a cyber hug saying that it’ll be alright?

Anyways, until next time….