Friday, February 24, 2012

And that's what we call a work-out




Alarm bells ringing in all our heads, particularly all the females attending in the family.

My other older cousin, Ate Sheen, have already succeeded in maintaining her lean figure for the past two years, and that leaves me (yes, there're only three female cousins on my dad's side) who have yet to prove some serious weight loss.

I remember my friend Macrise Corrado, who's been going through her own weight-loss challenge, and I could just imagine the pressure in this seeming enterprise.

I'm not alone in my endeavour, but it sure feels like hell!

I already contacted a professional to assist me.

Around last year, I entered Fitness-First ABS-CBN branch, to find a trainer. I was matched with a woman named Keena who happened to be a senior-trainer in the company and have proved to be a great dictator in my life at the gym.

Sadly, I stopped going to Fitness First after 3 months or so since my schedule could take it anymore. I resulted to Yoga, which actually supported my gradual weight-loss for the last two years.

I have been pondering to myself long before how much I did weigh to begin with; my heaviest point, more exactly.

Every time I bump into someone I've met and worked with 7 months prior to current date, they always stare at me in shock and say 'PUMAYAT KA!!!' (You lost weight!!!)

And that leaves me in total shock since I've always assumed I looked the same.

I also always assumed that my weight had been stuck with 170lbs (oh my God, I have revealed the truth online!!!!!!!) standing at 5'5 and 3/4. In other other words, Obese Type 1.
And apparently, I may have actually hit a whooping 180lbs. Even a possible 185lbs.
My dad said I actually told him once my weight used to be 180lbs. So that may explain the hard stare and sharp gasps from old friends. Nonetheless, I'm very glad that Yoga had helped me (tremendously) lose those 10-15 pounds.

From here (170lbs) however, to achieve 'normalcy', I need to be, if I'm not mistaken, 130lbs.

People, that's 40 pounds all in all.

40 punds, 40 pounds, 40 pounds.

The literal enormity that I must shed off from my body. 40 FRAGGIN POUNDS!

Still, it's not an impossible feat.

With dedication, disciplined eating, and relentless exercise, I shall come out a victor.
Today, I have just finished my 1st day of being back into training. When I contacted Coach Keena, I was happy that she could make time from her schedule to come meet me halfway for our training.

And hello, since Europe (if ever we pass the interview) is just less than 2 months away, I could use the loss of 4-8lbs. I was told that with the right way, in 30 days, you could lose 4- 8 lbs.

By the way, the 'right way' involves rigorous training, and the boxing we had earlier was something I did not quite expect.


But heck I'm happy! At least I got some additional defense training going on, too!

Did I mention I also used to way 130lbs? And my mother would point out I actually wiehged less than that at some point. I used to don't eat. I was anorexic when I was in my freshman year at high school. I wasn't super skinny but I was 'thin enough'. So high school mates know how much I've gained over the years since they really remember me differently.
By high school graduation, I've gained 10lbs since freshman year, a stable 140lbs, until college happened, and somehow, all hell broke lose, and I kept adding on the weight. 30 more pounds later, here I am, fighting, obese, and worried.

As good as I could still look in my clothes, I still worry about a healthy weight for my built and frame.
I do wonder about how things would work out by the end of the year, notwithstanding how I'll look like during the wedding.

I know God will assist me in every single way.

But I need my cooperation. And that of my surroundings.

I'm so glad I'm still bent on being healthy and aiming for a healthy, lean figure. Unfortunately, I have to stop my Yoga since my budget can't handle it anymore. What with my one-on-one training, I've to cut-back some expenses to make way for some serious but-kicking training. I know it's worth every peso. And I believe in Coach Keena who always know how to deliver as assist results! Yay! Fight!

But she did tell me to strictly avoid fried (oily) foods, and salty ones, too. So that's bye-bye piniritong mga pagkain, and tsitsirya. (The latter being my major comfort food. Second to my cravings list after chocolate!!! Aaargh! Focus, Angela! FOCUS!!!)

I'm really excited and looking forward to some good ol' TRX training.




My lovely cousin ate Lorraine is getting married by the end of the year.

BA-DUMP! Ang figuuuuuuuure!!!


Plus, I'm excited to run around U.P. I have not tried it before!! So I am looking forward to the experience. My officemates, and bride-to-be cousin Ate Lorraine, maid-of-honour Ate Sheen and the fiance Kuya Kap have all invited me to run along with them! Oh the sight! At the oval!!!

Next posts would fortunately show some actual pictures of our runs.

For now, I'm counting on google shots to inspire this post.

Sweaty and happy, I shall sign off now! :")



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Monday, February 20, 2012

Nakakaloka.



Recently, I've been battling my way in requirements for one of my classes and juggling other commitments at the same time.
Until today, I was pretty stuck. I had thoughts about my master's degree, whether it was worthwhile pursuing, and sort of had a ping-pong moment of YES! and NO!!!

With regard to other commitments; I suppose by now I should announce it:

My mother and I are planning to go to Europe through an invite of a friend. *Fireworks in the background* I've been reluctant about talking about it since it hadn't been final not long ago.


But when my aunt (our family friend) finally sent in the UDI Guarantee Form plus their Letter of Invitation, the wheels going to Europe started turning (no pun intended ...should it be wings[because we're riding a plane]? Flying to Europe...started...gliding...wuuuut) and I have been set since in securing our requirements and all other things needed to accomplish this feat. (It is a feat, esp. if you're non-European or non-American--because it's easier for them.)

Back to school; well, we have recently concluded in our actual experiment for our class in Psychological Research after months, and months of planning and preparation, we have come through, whole and grateful (especially to St. Jude Catholic School) and have with us substantial information to back up our research questions and hypotheses.



And to think I was bent on dropping this class since all I did was (in specific moments) cry, complain and worry.

For the last time, I decided to put my foot down, and in case it gets stuck between the door and the frame, at least I finally made a choice. It was more difficult and more ambiguous than I foresaw. I think my fortune cookie (visit my twitter page to understand further :D ! https://twitter.com/#!/AngelaRMFerrer ) had something to do with it:

'Do not let foolish decisions hamper your progress.
Learn to listen and be more circumspect.'

Quite literally, that was the exact moment, right after discovering that it was still in the backpocket of my pants, when I made the choice of staying.

It's weird. And wonderful. And great. How things work out. One way or another.

Everything's not yet done. In case something goes wrong, I'm trying to ask myself, aren't I glad I gave it a try--and then I'll try again until I get it right. This time I've been there, I've done that.

And IF it goes right, I want to say thank you to GOD, first and foremost, and then,

enjoy. :)






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