Recently I posted a photo of one of the days when I was working out and I got private messages about it on my fanpage, my Twitter and my personal Facebook profile. They were all mostly from my readers who were asking for advice on what kind of routine I usually do and I was shocked by the response because first off--I am not THAT fit. Second, I am not a fitness trainer, and third, I am not a dietitian either. But even though I told them that, they were still curious so I thought I'd just write a quick blog about it. This is of course, not a medical advice so please do not follow any of this religiously. This is something that works for ME.
My diet is pescetarian for "technical" purposes. I basically eat vegetarian but with seafood added to it. I still eat animal byproducts, just not the actual meat itself. That means no beef, no chicken, no pork, no birds, no alligators, etc.
I eat a lot of fruits. My favorites are bananas, strawberries, apples, mangoes and watermelons. But despite this list, I love fruits in general. I'll eat almost any fruit.
I love vegetables as well. I can't go through a list because there's so many. I eat a lot of salads and even snack on raw vegetables like carrot sticks.
I also snack on nuts and granola bars to keep me going in the day.
I also drink detox tea once in the morning, and another one at night. If not detox tea, just a regular black tea. Before I could not drink it without sugar, but now I prefer them without sugar.
Just recently, I also added a protein shake to my diet. Sometimes my calorie intake throughout the day is not enough to sustain my activity. I lose weight easily and get really skinny. The protein shake just helps to increase my protein when my seafood and soy intake isn't high enough.
Lastly, WATER. WATER. WATER. I have been convincing myself that as well. And the common thing: no junks, sugary stuff, yaduh yaduh.
I have no particular routine! That's the truth. I just stay active. When my bestfriend and I had a membership at the rock climbing gym (which is closed down now, boooooo), we would boulder a lot and mix that with yoga. We stayed mostly lean (in the skinnier end).
Now I do a mixture of the following:
Metamorphosis (muscle exhaustion) by Tracy Anderson
Weightlifting (power clean, front squat, back squat, lunges, modified deadlift)
Planking (lots of them)
Ab workouts (I sometimes follow Ab ripper X of P90x)
Sometimes I'll do the treadmill (but I hate running so it's rare), or I'll do the elliptical or bicycles.
Just whatever I feel like doing and depends on how exhausted I am from work (I am a nurse so I mostly walk all night long for 12 hours!) I don't do the same workout back to back. I change it up :)
So there you go! I have no magic miracle diet or routine. It's really a physical and mental battle to stay healthy.
The weirdest thing happened to me yesterday: three different individuals who did not have any relations whatsoever messaged me that they somehow remembered me. By remembered, I mean, they supposedly encountered a food or item that reminded them of me. I kind of realized it by accident when I was talking to my student this morning at the hospital and showed her the messages. She also thought it was a little bit odd--in a good way--that they all remembered the same day (nursing same day means, afternoon-morning the next day since we're night shifters haha!)
One of my friends messaged me that she saw a Harry Potter related post on her timeline about a pillowcase and it reminded her of me:
And then my friend Kevin told me that he found his spoon from the frozen yogurt place that we went to before and it reminded him of me:
And lastly, my cousin Sharlyn from Australia messaged me that she saw this one snack that we used to eat a lot as kids and it also reminded her of me:
I thought it was very odd. My heart swells though. People remember my crazy self.
It took many attempts to write this entry, maybe a few backspaces and just plain lost of words. I do not know what prompted me to try again, and somehow, this came along. Now, I was able to spit out some words that may make some sense--and maybe close to what I have been wanting to write about.
I saw a post on Instragram that gave me a little bit more of a push. It made sense, as if it was what was bothering me these past few days. The post read:
"I'm attracted to your rawness. Your unguarded way of living. There's life in that."
I have met so many beautiful and interesting individuals in my life so far. All shapes and sizes, different personalities, from all walks in life, and with different goals in mind. Some I met through unavoidable circumstances, some by accident, and some I personally took the time to look for. Some of these individuals made a little more impact in my life than the others, but the point is, they all have some degree of influence in my life.
I realized over the last few years that I have been so "guarded." I think the perfect word would be that. I guard my emotions closely. I always take a step back and try to see what are the true intentions of every person I meet. I am not sure when it started to be that way because I used to trust people easily--but it just became so.
I can only guess that I have been this way because things happened in the past and it made me like a little rock. Not a rock without emotions, but a rock that shows up when it wants to show up. Like a pebble that goes in surface in the ocean.
There are certain things I admire about people. People who are true to their emotions and their beliefs. Whether I agree with them or not, there is always something admirable when people stand to who they are and not care what others think. That is pretty hard to do. I cannot even be 100% that way because I do care what others think sometimes. I am not about to lie about that.
There is also some degree of "rawness" and genuineness to each individual that I have met. Some have shown who they are as if they are a crystal clear ball, some just did it to impress me, and some really just thought they are that way. Maybe there are more perspectives to this, but I can only write so much.
I think what disappoints me is that, when I let my guard down, things change. People change. Some take you for granted, and some just turn out not to be the person you thought you knew. When that happens, my heart takes a little beating, maybe a little crying here and there hoping it was just a mistake--and when it finally hits me, my brain takes over. My brain protects me. Mind over emotions. When it becomes like that, I care a little less, and this rock goes back deep in the ocean until it surfaces again.