“If you randomly stumble upon an amazing talent, and then someone important sees it by wild coincidence, great things can happen without any hard work.”—Peter Griffin, Family Guy (12/8/13) (the episode where Conan makes a guest appearance as himself)
Last Sunday, Kyle Kinane, a comedian I’ve seen live and on “Conan”, discovered that the Pace Twitter account was favoriting his insulting tweets. According to HuffPost Comedy, it was the best thing on Twitter this weekend. After several hours, the joke got old, and I committed a capital sin…
3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?
Tucked out! Actually, I unmake my bed when I’m staying in a hotel.
30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?
Ugh, this is going to sound corny. It was last year, and to a certain tall redheaded guy. I do like to write letters. I had lots of pen pals when I was a teenager.
44: Who is better…Leno or Letterman?
WHAT THE HELL? Why is this even a question?
56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?According to an old scrapbook that I filled up every year, in first grade I wrote down that I wanted to be a nurse. That changed fast, hahahaha. I remember wanting to be a doctor, but that’s because my grandmother insisted I should be one. I settled later for scientist, and as a Freshman in high school I learned what a chemical engineer was, and I decided I wanted to be one.
89: Which are better black or green olives?
I love them both! Depends on what I’m craving. Green are more intense, black are more subtle.
It has been almost a week since my brachioplasty (plastic surgery in my arms to remove tissue remaining after losing 100 pounds). Even though the level of pain has been lower than I expected, there are other factors that are making the post-op period tenuous.
Basically I’m supposed to do nothing but sit or lay down with my arms extended. Fortunately, I’ve found that I can type on my laptop while complying with the instructions. Besides that, everything is a pain… in the arms. I can’t cook, I can’t shower (only moist towel baths by my sister), I can’t sleep lying on my side, I can’t go out, I can’t drive… Even though I feel fine walking, I can’t wear a bra or shirts that are really unflattering, because the drainage bulbs are hanging from a cord tied on the back of my neck.
I’m incredibly bored, and trying to stay away from anxiety is a challenge. When I was going through a deep bout of depression, I kept myself secluded. Now I feel that I’m on the edge of falling back into darkness by being trapped here. Another difficulty is keeping a tighter control over what I eat, since I’m doing zero exercise right now. A great challenge on the Thanksgiving weekend and upcoming Christmas season, right?
Fortunately, I’m past the shock of the huge scars, and I’m proud because I can feel my muscles on my thinner arms, but I can’t even imagine going through this again. It will take me more than a year to forget all the pain and inconveniences I’m having right now in order to agree to reconstruct my abdomen when I finally reach my goal. I think about people that have had multiple cosmetic surgeries and I wonder how mentally ill are they. It has been so uphill for me!
Now I’m looking forward to just one thing: being able to shower again. That will probably happen after Tuesday, when (I HOPE) the surgeon will remove the drainage tubes. We are probably not going out to the beach resort on New Year’s like we did last year because I’ll probably won’t be able to go to the beach, pool or take sun (and I’m sorry for my sisters, because we really had fun last year).
On the other hand, the constant messages of support, affection and prayers I’ve received keep me up. My friends at the gym have been extremely supportive, as well as my web peeps. Everyone has called me to ask me how I’m doing. Thanks so much.
I guess this is just another sacrifice to achieve my wellness goal. I can do this!
“Calling someone a perfect angel is bullshit, no ones a perfect angel. People are flawed, imperfect beings that need to be loved for who they really are. Angel, if they’re really an angel then your love dosent mean anything, everybody loves angels. A real compliment isn’t angel, a real compliment is loving somebody even though you see them. Fuck “I love you because you’re perfect” how about “I love you even though I know you had a panic attack at macaroni grill for ordering the wrong entree”.”—Pete Holmes (via canadiangardengnome)
The Camino de Santiago is a route in Spain traveled by pilgrims reaching Santiago de Compostela, where (according to tradition) the remains of the apostle James are buried. Thousands of people make that journey every year, some for religious devotion, others for historical interest, and the rest just for fun. Since this route is very long, pilgrims stop to rest in the villages of the way. Each village is a milestone, short-term goal to be reached by the walkers, keeping in perspective the final destination.
Last May I started my own journey on the path to a healthier lifestyle. After decades neglecting my physical health, I decided to take control of my life. It was the Kairos, the right time. At that time I wasn’t clear what my final destination would be; I just started walking.
Fortunately I got excellent traveling companions: my sister Teresa, who invited me to a “pre -sale opening” of the awaited new “Mrs. Myriam” gym. I had heard about Myriam before, and I was curious and wanted to meet this person who had managed to transform my lazy sister to a person who got up at 6:00 am to go to work out (which, by the way, I considered a sacrilege at that time). That is how I met my guide for this journey.
With perseverance, motivation and inspiration from Myriam, I could trace the route and visualize the final destination. According to her, each Spinning® class was “one more tally mark” in my life. The first classes were very hard and difficult. More than once, tears mingled with the sweat on my cheeks. However, adding “one more tally mark” became my mantra. Beside my body aches, I felt a sense of well being after class: the wonderful feeling of triumph overcoming the desire to quit mixed with glorious endorphins that made me feel like I had long felt.
Quickly I started reaping the fruits of my efforts: I started to lose weight thanks to my daily Spinning® classes, a gradual change in my eating habits, and then incorporating personal training sessions. These sessions have had the most impact in my life. Before I started them, I could not get off the floor without help; now I do regular “push- ups”. I have significantly improved flexibility, endurance, strength and my cardiopulmonary function. Sometimes I am amazed of my own accomplishments!
This week I reached an important milestone. My first short-term goal was to lose 60 pounds. It might sound like a random amount, but those 60 pounds plus 40 that I lost previously totaled 100 pounds less than my biggest weight. One hundred pounds! Today I celebrate these 60 pounds and look with hope to the path ahead. This week I will also say goodbye to all the tissue left in my arms that makes make me feel like a bat. After “cosmetic” surgery, I will have more functionality in my arms, I will be able to perform better in my workouts and I will be able to use shirts of the proper size, not worrying about the width of the sleeves.
I want to thank God, for He is the one who gives me life and strength to continue day by day. Thanks to my sisters and family for supporting me and motivate me. Thanks to Myriam and Aramis, who give 200 % at their work. Beyond personal trainers, I have two more family members in Body At Work Fitness Studio. Finally, thanks to my friends for your messages of encouragement.
At this time, I got to the first town on the Way… but there is a long way to go. I will continue walking the Camino de (Diana Lourdes) Santiago.
“My guy friends and I have a much broader palate when it comes to women’s bodies than Maxim or Cosmopolitan would lead you to believe. And I’m not putting this forth to sound noble; what I’m saying is absolutely a variation on “Guys’ll fuck anything.” But I’d like to expand that and say, “Guys’ll fuck anything, and they’ll enjoy it. AND they’ll fuck it again. AND they’ll even be nice to it and tell it it’s beautiful and take it to dinner and listen to its dreams and fuck it exclusively and brag about how happy they are to be doing it to their guy friends who reject the notion (as vehemently as any Women’s Studies major at Wesleyan) that women should fit into some unforgiving, unvarying Barbie mold.”—Rob Delaney (via conando)
“A church that limits itself to just carrying out administrative duties, caring for its tiny flock, is a church that in the long run will get sick. The pastor who isolates himself is not a true pastor of sheep, but a ‘hairdresser’ for sheep who spends his time putting curlers on them instead of going to look for others.Today we have one in the pen and 99 we need to go looking for.”—Pope Francis (via thefullnessofthefaith)
Last evening I read an article called, “The Power of NO!” The subtitle was, “How Setting Limits Sets You Free.” I must admit I needed to have this article drop into my P.O. Box. Being free has not been characteristic of my life of late. In a nutshell, everyone and everything else has come first and me second. Last week even writing a blog post prevented me from exercising. I simply ran out of time before work. We all know the research on exercise. It is one of the primary ways to reduce the risk for depression, and a host of other ills.
In a matter of hours on Friday, Typhoon Haiyan completely devastated parts of the central Philippines. It was one of the strongest storms ever recorded. The death toll is estimated up to 10,000 with hundreds of thousands more displaced. The country has declared a “state of calamity.”
you do not need to constantly justify yourself. go ahead. eat pancakes. eat a ton at dinner. eat ice cream sundaes at 1am. take a rest day. take six rest days. sleep in. watch a movie. watch ten movies. no explanations needed. you’re allowed to be kind to yourself.
Only Conan O’Brien can manage to piss off everyone.
First, all the angry people calling Conan racist for the Female Muslim Superhero joke. I think it was not funny and stereotypical, and I believe Conan is above that kind of comedy. It doesn’t mean I’ll stop being his fan. I sent my reply to his Twitter account letting him know he can do a lot better than that, although I know that’s a futile exercise. Conan never reads Twitter replies.
Then, Team Coco deleted the controversial tweet, causing another shitstorm of lunatic bigoted conservatives calling Conan a coward. Since when admitting an error is a coward act? It takes cojones to admit you were wrong.
Congratulations, Conan O’Brien! Now America is united in their irrational hate to you!