Finding the truth behind Health and Fitness myths, trends, and fads
Finding the truth behind Health and Fitness myths, trends, and fads
Wooosah! (If you've watched Bad Boys 2, you'll understand this. lol) This is me this morning. I am feeling extremely overwhelmed with everything around me, from home to work to personal matters. The load is heavy.
I was told to list what I have to do out and prioritize them so that I will have clarity and handle it with less stress. I know that. It is not the first time I am in a situation like this. But I can't help but dread it.
You know what is tough sometimes? Being a woman. No disrespect to men. You do your part (which I will not get into, there will be no men bashing here.) But us women? Holy *beep*eroonies!
For me at home - I am the wife, mother and employer. I am also the chef at times for the family, but luckily on this, I have some help. I am also the chauffeur and as my helper said, "the runner". I am a teacher too when I am home (but this is on me since I prefer less tv time when I am around and more hands on activities and play for my twins). I also act as the minister of finance and balance out all bills etc. Recently, I have been a nurse to not-too-well kids who are thankfully all right now. But the partner and helper are physically hit this past week, one coughing and the other with muscle cramps. This means I have to step up on my well-being. I can't afford to get ill, or injured. This pillar needs to stand strong to hold the fort up.
At work -- I am the second boss. Sound good? Not really. It does not stop there. I am also the web designer, the IT consultant (I know 'jack' about most of the IT stuff by the way, but this does not stop everyone from asking me all the tech questions, makes me wonder why?), the wine sales and marketing person, the PR manager, the liaison between winemakers and ourselves, and the events coordinator. Piece of cake! lol.
As a daughter who is planning to move back to my old home and get the entire family to live under one roof, I am now the spokesperson between us and the contractor and architect. Trust me, a lot to be done here. And the labor starts this week. This is only the beginning. This is going to be fun...
And so between all of these and my 'social' life (there IS some socializing), and despite me not wanting to do as much as I used to (not that I am anti-social but I am tired), I do cherish meeting up with friends to refresh my soul and let off some steam (that's if I choose to speak and pour out my soul which at most times, feels awkward and 'weak'... and I don't like that too much.) One fun aspect though tiring -- childrens' birthday parties and get togethers. Small talk and keeping up with the kids can be exhausting, but being around the little people gives me a lot of joy in my heart and I laugh a lot more too.
This brings me to training. It keeps me SANE. It releases a lot of stress and gives me control over myself. If not for my G.I training, I think I would go absolutely bonkers.
So bear with me. If I am going to hype or talk nonsensically for a day or two, or maybe the entire week, it is because I am trying to cope with my day-to-day.
I need some zen. If you have it in a box, send it over to me, will you? Thank you.
Food for Thought - My Free Meal Confessional
Today is free meal day. Yes, that's right, it's time for that refeed. Hence, my post-refeed confessional. As much as coach said to eat without guilt, I am positive I'm not the only one having issues downing the food. It's easier said than done. Interesting how the mind and body have been trained and are now accustomed to recognise foods differently during consumption.
Scene 1: Honestly, the day started off with a bang! Bring it on! For brunch an all-day breakfast -- my plate had bacon, a sausage, eggs over-easy, mushrooms, baked beans & salad. On the side, 2 slices of buttered toasts with marmalade. A flat white... yummy... my coffee with milk. Plus a handful of french fries from the kiddies' plates. Lol. Hmmm, I could eat a little more. Yes please!! Dessert! Kitkat chocolate cake -- pure indulgence. That I had with a cup of black coffee. Mmmm... food paradise eh? Wait!
Scene 2: We got home after a walkabout in town. I settled the twins for their afternoon naps. By that time, it was almost 4:30pm. I was peckish again. And so I had a peanut butter sandwich and a half glass of milk.
And then it hit me! BAM!!! Wrong move!! I have not felt so physically ill in a long while. My stomach immediately felt bloated and I was nauseated and I had instant cramps. Most likely from all that grease, sugar and the sheer amount of foods overall. And I felt dehydrated too. All I wanted was water which I kept drinking to flush the system. And a cup of homemade ginger tea helped.
Scene 3: Dinner? Seriously? Eh... there's barely room left in me for more food. I didn't even want to think about it. My intestines have most certainly shrunk. Sure, I'd like to eat more, but I simply don't have the capacity to do so. Plus the idea of food was quite a turn off after feeling sick a few hours prior. Thus, I made a fruit platter instead - melon, mango and pineapple. Refreshing and delicious! And I threw in a handful of almonds. And more H2O please!
I'm good for now. Think I'll keep it that way. Here's me thinking the refeed would be a lot more fun. You know what though? It's that theory on how something isn't as nice when you can have it free and easy... ah yes, the forbidden fruit... that temptation is what keeps that desire burning. But once you can have it, that desire is gone. Not half as tasty and nice after all.
Now, that's food for thought!
It's been 10 days since surgery and physically I'm healing well, thank goodness. I've been able to attend our workouts with Bill but as I'm not supposed to be generating sweat, my movements are frustratingly limited. But at least it also gives me to opportunity to gawk at my team mates and admire just how beautifully their bodies are changing.
It has only been 3 weeks of GI and the transformation has already begun for all of them. Week 1 was a bit of a shambles with all of us just trying to figure out the protocols, getting accustomed to our menus and range of supplements. So the full grind truly only begun in week 2 and its now the end of week 3. If I didn't know them, I'd think this was a group of gym junkies, that all they think and do all day revolves around muscle gains and fat burn.
But I do know them and I know they are not all that.
GI Jo is a wine merchant and a mum. Her day revolves around meeting clients, selling wine, and managing her home and don't forget the 2yr old twins.
GI Rob spends his day fixing cyberspace security issues. He is in meetings from 8am and most nights he is on conference calls till past midnight. And don't forget the recently unwell wife and 2 young boys at home.
GI Sheena runs restaurants for her livelihood. Her days are spent involved in getting the customers in, making sure her restaurants maintain the standards and reputation they've earned for years.
GI Andrey, to be honest I have no idea what he does for a living but I know it involves client meetings and business travels. And he's a dad to 1yr old twin girls too. When his girls are unwell, he doesn't get any sleep and in the day he's off to a job
Ok, to be absolutely honest I have not made it my business to know GI Carmen & GI Aliya enough to tell exactly what they do but I can safely say they both have regular lives like the rest.
Me, I have it the easiest. I'm a stay home mum. With 2 school going boys, I also remotely manage a skincare business in the UK. My day revolves around school runs, family meals, and stressing over the boys' schooling and activities.
So I can only conclude we are all regular everyday people with some serious fitness goals. Why? Aren't we all busy enough? Don't we have better things to do? Sure, but I realise while the reasons for each GI could be different, ultimately we want to attain a physically strong -- no, super strong -- and fit body that will function in our daily lives for a long time to come.
To attain success in our lives, there are too many external factors. You have your clients, I have school politics. Many components are out of our control.
Attaining success for our bodies, however, there are only 2 components. Your desire to get there and someone who will help you get there.
So while I have the opportunity to observe and bear witness the transformation of my team, I want my team to know that they are all an inspiration to me. And they give me the hope that I too, once I'm back 100%, can attain the success I so crave for myself.
And Bill, thank you for going out of the boundaries of your role as coach for get us to where we want to be.
Find Your Strength & Inspiration
People often turn to a higher power when they are feeling low, or when they need strength. I do too, but there was one more person to whom I used turn when I hit major roadblocks in life: my mom.
I really do miss her, more so in the last few days. I have not told anyone, not until now to all of you. I was extremely close to her and being an only child, my mom was more than a mother. She was also my sister, my best friend, my confidante…
In the past, when I felt fatigue set in, mental, emotional, or physical, I would call her and a small conversation with her was all I needed to get my mind straight and my soul bouncing again. The weight would lift and I would soar. She had that hold over me. She gave me wings.
I recall as a youth, when I got home after an exam, she would ask me how I had fared. My reply would usually be, ‘Not bad, I did better than this or that person.’ She told me never compare myself to others, and that if I had to make a comparison, it should be with the person I see in the mirror. She also told me that we were all unique in our own ways and that we should never settle for less than what we deserve. It did not matter if I had set a bar so high that it may seem ridiculous to others around. What matters is that I believe in myself, and I approach that goal with everything I have within myself to get it.
Her most unforgettable words to me – ‘It is better to have one dragon than a thousand snakes. You are my dragon. I did not raise you to hide in the shadows of life, but to shine with fiery passion for what you choose to do.’
Hence, when I train and reach that failing point and I hear our coach telling us to envision the body image we hope to achieve, I envision my mom instead. I remember her words. I remember her tenacious spirit. Now that she is gone, when I feel like I am holding on to the end of the rope and want to let go, I think of her. She never gave up. She fought with everything she had, all the way through. That makes me push myself even harder and further. Often, I find myself whispering during that last stretch, ‘This one’s for you, mom.’ And I would manage to pull through somehow.
At times, it feels like she is here with me, watching me and lending me her support. And perhaps, she is. I still miss her, but her spirit will continue to live on through me.
And yes, this one is for you mom.
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