Negative 20 pounds gets me Nobu Omakase

I needed new motivation to hit the gym again and eat healthy. The bane of my existence. When I think of the gym or eating a salad, it gives me an ulcer.

So I bet johnny boy for a 200 dollar meal. A person that is.

Now I must once again log my healthy eating and gym habits.

This week was my warm-up week. Meaning, try to get back into the gym groove. Needed to gain some endurance and feel good

DONE:
Monday: 40 Minutes on the treadmill at different intervals.
Tuesday: 5 Minutes on the treadclimber (new contraption, I think I might go on this more often). 20 minutes on the treadmill. 20 minutes working on arms. 10 minutes on abs.
Wednesday: 30 Minutes on the treadmill. 20-30 Minutes on legs.
Today, Thursday: Will do Jack. Just cause.

TO GO:
Tomorrow, Friday: Plan is to do laps for 1 hour.
Saturday: Plan is to go on the treadmill for 45 minutes at the Pallisades gym staring at the Ocean.
Sunday: Plan is to do jack again. Do all my healthy food shopping.
Will also clean house all weekend reorganizing so that will also be a form of burning calories =D

Food!
Ate whatever I felt like. And will also eat whatever I feel like till Sunday.

NEXT WEEK!
Monday - Friday
-Laps for 30-45 minutes every morning before work to get that metabolism going for the day.
-Cardio and weights after work with Miss HY or an evening workout class.
-Tennis one night with Annie hopefully =D
-eat 1200 calories a day.
Saturday
Treadmill watching ocean at pallisades again
Sunday
Do Jackity Jack!

WEEK THREE!
We'll see how week two goes.

What goes on in our subconscience

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I chat with Niders every day through our work communicator. Today she mentioned something about a Praying Mantis and someone freaking out. It reminded me of the time I woke up and realized I squished a scorpion inbetween my fingers in my sleep. I don't know how Nida's story associates to my story, but that is what came to mind. A baby scorpion bit me on my leg and I squished it in my fingers. This all happened in my sleep. I'm sure I woke up the second this all happened. I ran to my mom with the scorpion still in my fingers saying I was going to die from scorpion poison. Hahaha..that is SO what I would do. We had to call those poison control people and basically they were laughing at me. Not blatantly, but definitely in their heads. My leg did go numb though.

I wonder what goes through our subconscience. I wonder how I automatically grabbed the scorpion and squished it. Is this pure survival? I wonder what cool things people have done without even knowing it. Aren't sleep talking stories the funniest?

During sophomore year I roomed with sillyooj in the dorms. For maybe about a month, every night around 3am she would push herself up onto her elbow, sort of face me, and do this laugh. EVIL laugh. And then plop her head back in the pillow. but she was SLEEPING! same time, same thing EVERY NIGHT! It totally freaked me out. I wonder what she was thinking. Maybe she was plotting to sabatage me in some way and would just be laughing at me every night for not know what I was to come to endure. Luckily, I am still here and have not been hurt by Miss Sillyooj ever in my life. That I know of...

Metrodad made me cry today

http://metrodad.typepad.com/index/2009/09/dear-andy.html#comments

Hits home on so many levels.

When do we get this in California?

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Remembering 9/11

Gathering at Tucson Electric Park to create a human flag as a tribute to those lost in 9/11. In 2001, the girls and I wore blue and went to Tucson Electric Park. We are in the bottom middle of the blue square of the flag. This was also later put on a billboard in New York. source

Today is the “National Day of Service and Remembrance” which was established by President Obama and Congress. I decided that I must create a post for today because I had to be reminded by Jungeun this morning that today was 9/11. On the way to work I heard nothing on the radio about 9/11. No tributes or anything. I don't understand. I am hoping that I was just listening to the radio at the wrong time. Not one person in the office has even mentioned 9/11. Every year on 9/11 in my old office, people would talk about how they looked out the window of our building and saw huge black clouds of smoke from the attack on the Pentagon. And everyone always talks about where they were, what they were doing, and who they lost on that day. Today, not one mention. Is this really a hippie state?

It has been 8 years since the most devestating national event of my lifetime thus far. Every memory of that day, week, month is very vivid. Not that the most improtant thing isn't the tragedy that fell upon the nation that day, but something I remember greatly was Lee Greenwood blaring Proud to be an American on every station. I cannot think of any other moment in my life that I actually did feel proud to be an American and felt insanely patriotic. That week, it seemed like there was no distinction between race, color, gender, religion, the rich, the poor, etc. We were all just Americans. That was the only label we were putting on ourselves. All people thought about was, 'how can I help.' It's amazing how one tragic event, brings people together and makes you think 'maybe we COULD all get along.'

There's so much to be said about that tragic day, yet there is nothing to be said at the same time. Nothing that can change the past. Only things that can honor those who gave their lives to something unexplainable. I just want to thank everyone who is serving this Country right now. Thank you and God Bless you.

Patience is a Virtue...

...that I don't have.

I've started to realize how impatient and frustated I have been getting. I have always been one to get annoyed quickly when people are late or things are not done quickly. (Not that I am always on time. I don't know when it started, but I started to plan on being late because everyone else is and I hate waiting with a passion). But these days, it's ten-fold. I can't stand running errands because I don't want to wait in line. I hate valet parking all the time (a normalcy in LA) because I don't want to wait for the car. I hate work because I can never finish my things waiting on other people. I reflected on the reasons why I have been feeling this urgency all the time. I came to the conclusion that I am not less impatient, but I am slower to adapt to my surroundings than ever before.

After taking many many courses in my undergrad and masters on 'adapting to change' in a corporate environment and management skills necessary to incorporate change (blahblahblah), I finally realize why it's so hard to implement process improvements in the work place. As you get older, you really do start hating change.

Ok I digress. That last little thought has nothing to do what I am talking about. Just making a point that I am getting a little older. I just can't welcome new things into my life as well as I did before.

The westcoast lifestyle is so much more relaxed than the east coast. I am being nice when i say relaxed. cause really I just want to say slow and lazy. I am actually the one that needs to relax and I just can't. If you go to the store, the cashiers are slow and chit chat a lot with their coworkers or people in line making your wait time even longer. One guy at the gas station was on the phone...an obvious unimportant conversation with his friend...and he told me to wait! The customer! ummm...interesting. I cannot say that I was not annoyed. I walked into a restaurant/bar to get something and the two employees there were just talking to each other in an empty restaurant and not asking if I needed any help while I was blatantly standing in front of them staring. Seriously? Come on! Everyone loves to small talk too. Wherever you go. Opening the door for you, standing in the elevator, standing in line. I H A T E small talk. I don't care about your life and I'm pretty darn sure you don't care about mine. I will never see you again, I don't need to know your favorite color. (This is so un-christianly. Please pray for me. no joke). This type of attitude also flows into my work as well. But I won't divulge on those details. All I have to say is...where is the work ethic!? Is it just me? I always feel like I am in a rush. And since everything around me is even slower, I feel even more rushed and get even more frustrated.

I am a lazy person. Which is a bad trait. Is that even a trait? I won't pick up the shirt on the floor, unless it's cleaning day. I won't wash the dishes until there is at least 10 dishes in the sink. I like to sit on the couch and watch TV. But when it comes to work I am spot on and always meet deadlines no matter what. I don't complain to my bosses and never ask for an extension. I also expect the same from everyone else when it comes to their job, even those in the service industry. Only because the way you live your life is your own. The way you do your job always affects other people, whether it's negative or positive.

People here just take life as it comes. They enjoy chatting strangers up. Speed, or time for that matter, is not really an issue. Will I ever be able to get used to this? Probably not. But I need to just calm down and accept this new lifestyle or I will give myself another ulcer.

God...please give me patience. I need it.

Ja Myung Go

aka Princess Jamyung. Every monday and tuesday night, from 10-11, the korean channel airs Ja Myung Go. It even has subtitles for everyone who wants to watch it. I am obsessed with it. It is the ultimate love story. Two half sisters, both the daughters of a king, fighting over a prince from a neighboring kingdom which has now taken over Nanknang, the princess' kingdom. Action, drama, romance, I love it! Which princess will prevail? Jamyung (in blue), or Lahee (in orange). Usually I root for the heroine (Jamyung), but for some reason I feel for Lahee. Unloved, used, fighting for what she longs for. But given that it's yet another kdrama love story, I am 100% sure that Jamyung gets the guy.