Treadmill Work Station

Is this even possible?

Because I can work out while working!  What a multi-tasking moment!

treadmill workstation side view
A photo from Flickr
I would like this to be my project this weekend.  Make a total WORK STATION (cool it, Marie!  You cannot even finish your laundry! And you don't even know how to saw! You are good at SEWING, not SAWING, remember????)!

I can picture myself using this!  I will be doing my cash flow spreadsheets and financial statements (Tax Season, you are so near) while trying to finish my 4 K, or blogging while I try to catch my breath  (and the keyboard catches the drool hihihi)!

Naah! Working isn't even possible while working out!  I can't see myself doing it (even if I keep hearing this Glee song Don't Stop Believing right now)!  I.Just.Don't.Believe.It. Seryoso.

Besides, why would I do things I totally ABHOR together???

I would rather just sit down and eat these...

My Belgian Chocolates!
Adrian: Mama, can I have some?
Me:  I would love to give you one, but look, the ipis (cockroach) ate it na!
(heehee! That is one big bite by an ipis! )


Too Tired After Exercise!

An Image From www.freedigitalphotos.net
I just about killed myself a few hours ago.  Running on guilt from all the fruitcake I ate (I swear, it was the best I have tasted.  Besides, it is free and shh...I am keeping it somewhere else, so the girls won't discover it), the work out I missed yesterday (after the workouts I missed the previous days!), and the Christmas food I ate (consisting of carbs and fats and I am in fat heaven lol.), I just need to bust my butt off.

My wishful thinking the other day was that I was going to do a 4 kilometer run on the treadmill (which takes me from 40 minutes to one hour depending on the speed) and eventually do a 6K  in an hour, 10 minutes on the Stepper and 5 minutes on this thing called...dang, I don't know its name...you go on all fours and push it (it's got two wheels, abs get a real workout equivalent to planking). I did that the other day, promising to do it again the next day (exercise gives you the exhiliration to promise yourself crazy things), failed, then did it again today, with the promise that I will do the whole gig every.single.day.  

I have been this way practically for the past seven years without making any breakthrough.  My weight is the same.  Which bothers me a lot.  Is my metabolism way too slow? Or I just eat way too much?

And I don't even like rice, ha?  I can live without rice and sweets probably, if I just don't see them haha. They are such big temptations.  I tend to graze, which ruins my workouts, plus I may be stressing out too much, which I have read somewhere (by Jillian, most probably)would cause weight gain, especially on my marshmallow belly area.

Come to think of it, I always had a marshmallow belly.  Even when I was single.  But I was super fit before I got married ha (with a little marshmallow puff lang).  I was doing one hour step workouts with one pound weights.  Tapos, when I was pregnant with the two girls, I was walking everyday for like ten rounds around Burnham Lake (around 30-40 minutes).  With Adrian, I was doing Yoga for Pregnant Women. And over the years, I have collected almost all Beach Body Workouts, and even did Turbo Fire (just for a while), with a dream to do Insanity sometime.

So, why am I stuck with zero weight loss and a body practically like Sharon's (Not hihi)?  (Weight gain pa nga, eh).  I tend to blame it on my age, pero siguro, I burn calories ever soooo slooooooowlyyyyyy.  I am stuck with slow metabolism.

My only hope may be the South Beach Diet.  I actually lost weight when I did it for two weeks last September.  I would have gotten more spectacular results had I not been in and out of being sick that month. I am so attempting to do it again next year, which starts in two days (Ha!).  All I really need is motivation, inspiration, plus the willingness to prepare my SBD food.  Wish me luck!



Blogger Blues/On Vacation!

I shouldn't have complained about the ads, because it seems some ads are gone, here and my Project: Me, Only Better blog.  I am soo hoping it is just a hitch.  Although, I might lose sleep on this.  Bring on the "Meet The Girls" ads.  I don't mind na!


So anyway, I am on vacation! Woot! Woot!  I checked a week ago with Gel over at H.R.  if  I still had unused forced leaves and special leaves.  Turned out I still had three, which is equivalent to the remaining workdays this week-December 26 to 28, 2012.  So happy to be on break.  I would be happier if I win some lotto or something, though cuz Dear Lord I so want to be a Stay At Home Mom (SAHM).  A Work At Home Mom (WAHM) won't be so bad, either.  I always get drained working.  It was never my wish even when I was a kid.  I am a sloth haha.  

We don't have any vacation plans, though, because the Vince has to work (it is the office's busiest time, aside from April).  I am so jealous at my brother and my cousins!  Kami lang this Christmas, unlike other years when I had my bro and nephew plus Ate Digs and Kuya Anton over (my cousins).  This year, they spent Christmas at Vancouver where Tessa, another cousin is.  I wish I would win the lotto and be with them, too...

The year 2012 was not too good for me and the Vince.  A lot of things were not just happening.  Sometimes, I do get green-eyed at other people because they seem to be doing better than we are.  But come to think of it, we are not doing that bad.  Other people have it worse.  Kaya lang, sometimes I wish things would have turned out better.

At work, although I wrote a post about being transferred and having  less (a whole lot less) stress, relationships were not that good.  A friend (Halle Berry) who used to be a good good friend suddenly was not talking to me and another friend.  We are talking here of a professional/serial best friend killer and I don't have a chance.  Include, among other things, this person's ability to really put you down and cheat you of opportunities at work and you are so done.  I sometimes feel like a robot, just getting up to do some work, largely ignoring them, and going home being drained by all the negativity.

There are a lot of things to be thankful though.  I have the best husband and kids ever. And my dad is doing fine!  I cannot imagine a life without him...

Dear Lord, I would be waaay happy if something better happens to my professional life.  Having people hating me and probably saying and doing hurtful things behind my back and cheating me of what work I should justly have is totally bringing down my happiness meter...


Merry Christmas Everybody!

Happy Christmas Everyone!  Happy Birthday, my dear Jesus!!!

Rant Break:  

1.  My internet has been fouling me up since last night.  I am so super-annoyed. I always end up with "page can't be found".  Globe Broadband by Innove, you suck (hmm, mentioning Globe Broadband may be the solution to my next rant!)
2. I added Adsense on this blog, wondering if I could ever get clicks or views since I don't want people seeing me on a different light, which means this blog would not be advertised, no shares, etc, and oh, yeah, I just included this blog on my "About Me" Google Plus Page. Like people would click and check this out naman.  So, anyway, why am I getting ads with pictures of young women with the imploring word "Meet Me" and a "Find a Foreign Husband" ad below the first post?  So, I am literally scattering Globe Broadband in this post as my keyword, with the fervent wish that Globe's ads would run instead of those ladies.  I can't even understand what context Google read my blog to be to include those ads, which I will leave them be, by the way.  Hirap atang maapruban ng Google ads (oops, and I am so trying hard to make this blog a purely-English posting zone heehee.)

Rant Break Over.

I practically missed my Christmas Mass.  See, I told the Papa Vince that we will go to mass early, but I bargained for another hour of sleep, making my target mass at 8AM, which I did, by the way.  I reached church in the middle of consecration though.  I.WAS.CONFUSED.  I checked on my cellphone's time (I have never worn a watch ever since I lost my watch at the veggie counter at SM Grocery)swearing it is impossible I am that late. 

Father, who was talking in clear English, by the way, unlike the other Indonesian Priest (when I was younger, we had Belgian priests. Now, we have Asian priests from Moslem countries) must have given a very long sermon.  That, or he sang his way throughout the whole mass (including the sermon) way slowly.  I was whispering to the Vince if this is a high mass or something which took hours, but the priest is not wearing a cap or something like Bishop Carlito Cenzon does (and Globelines, I tried researching the name of the cap, but I just ended up with "this page is unavailable."  I don't even know if I will be able to post this.My post's future is in your hands, Globe Broadband, good or bad hands, I do not know).

I figured out this must be the 7 AM mass, which I intended to attend, and I partly wished I should have gone earlier, because the priest gave wisecracks before ending the mass.  His sermon must have been a blast.  I am so in need of good sermons.  The Baguio priests just don't dish out sermons well, except those new priests from the San Pablo Seminary. I once attended a mass at Our Lady of Grace chapel, the chapel just across the street from our house, and Father recorded the sermon on TV (ABS-CBN) earlier then showed it to us.  Which is a good thing, because the recorded sermon was funny.  The priest had such a great sense of humor.

The mass ended at 8:30, by the way.  Had I not been with the Vince, I would have patiently waited for the next mass.  But I was with the Vince.  The guy who insists he comes shopping with me at SM then claiming that his tummy is aching and needs to go.  (Tip: Never go shopping with your husband or boyfriend. Ever.They are such "Un-Joys".  Unjoy was a word coined by Nicole when she was three.  "Papa is Un-Joy" when she meant "killjoy" haha.)

So, we ended up looking for a place to eat breakfast.  In Baguio, you can never get to eat at those Chinese places before nine.  And I don't even consider Chowking a Chinese restaurant (Have you noticed I don't like fastfood/).  Last stop, at a fastfood-Jollibee.

And oh, I had a feeling I won't be returning to church today...

But we (with the kids) did, but at Pink Sisters.  There was no mass though.  I missed going to Pink Sisters, by the way.  By next year, I would try to attend the Vespers twice a week at least.  It is my comfort place, I swear.

Adrian had a blast writing for his petitions.  They were not even petitions.  They were letters like "Dear Jesus, Happy Birthday! Love, Adrian" and "Dear Jesus, You are good and I love you so much. Love, Adrian"  I bet the nun who would be reading his letters would smile.  

We went to to John Hay Technohub later for Starbucks.  My kids claim Christmas is boring, but I was happy.  We are complete. We are happy.  We are in the best of health.


My New Home!

I have successfully migrated this Live Journal blog to blogger.  It is still a subdomain, of course, and I am thinking if I should get a custom domain for it and try to monetize it later, but I still have to seriously contemplate on that.

For one, this is supposed to be my secret rant diary, because my Project:Me, Only Better blog is supposed to be my positivity vibes blog and my Mommy Unwired is, of course, my mommy-matters  blog.  I need somewhere to vent up, with crazy things happening to me lately.  Part of me wants to keep this a secret, kasi nga I sooo want to stop making blind items na.  There are so many kontrabidas in my professional life.  Nature ko is not to talk at all, so all those hate (yes, I know it is a strong word.  Ma'am Ventura, my English teacher back in high school told us hate is such a strong, evil word it is not even the opposite of love) gets all bottled up.  I know I wrote a post about not spreading negativity in the blogosphere, and I swear, I believe I should not.  Kaya nga, dapat personal ito.  Kaya lang, sayang if pwede mamonetize hehe.  

Uyy, barely seven minutes to Pasko!Woohoo! Father said don't be cozy and nice nice.  There is no perfect Christmas daw. Not yet. Not now.  Stay there and make Christmas complete to other people.

One of the happiest times, but one of the painful ones for other people daw.  Ayun, quarelling.  Paging si Halle Berry.  That does not make better by not talking to her, but I will see.  Bahala na.  Sabi ni Father, me pag-asa daw.  

Gosh, si Father is so bonggadels.  Yung kumukut-kutitap daw is pag-asa.  He always talks sense, si Father Orbos.  

Okay, I have to stop typing cuz may senti moment.  I had to put my hand on my heart and feel God with me.  "Paano ang pasko na alay ko sa yo?"

So, anyway, Merry Christmas, and see you everyday, cute blog!


Simbang Gabi

Simbang gabi ulit! Cant fix the color waah


What's Up

I survived NaBloPoMo and I am joining again for December, using my brand new blog, Project Marie.  Sorry neglected na blog na ito, although I originally intended to write my thoughts here everyday.  So seriously contemplating on making this private actually para di na ako magbablind item. I want it to be somewhere I can vent and maglalabas ng inis at wagas na kaligayahan.

Lapit na christmas and haven't seriously decorated yet.  will attempt to do tomorrow.

Have to go at antok na po ako