Asian Club

I just remembered some things just now and since I didn't want to mash everything together into one horribly incoherent mess, here it is in short and simple lines.

I was president for 2.3 years.
I organized parties, cooking classes, language lessons, even a trip to DC.
The year had been fantastic.
I was up for re-election as a senior.
A certain candidate had told me in the past on multiple occasions that she was getting tired of attending meetings because they bored her.
She won.
One person voted for me.
I lost.
Was I that bad?
Was it because it was necessary for me to be harsh and strict to get things done?
Because I couldn't stay for 4 more hours after the meetings to just fool around?
I was crushed.
I felt betrayed since a BF (new and not very familiar with the other candidates) had voted against me.
I got over it.

I couldn't make meetings this year but not out of bitterness.
I heard that meetings were all over that place and that eventually "she" gave up.
No trips but a lot of failed candy/bake sales.
Felt bad but couldn't go anything as a [mock] co-VP.
The irony.

to-may-to soup

Apologies for entries in non-chronological order. I write only when I feel like it so of course I might reference things that I haven't blogged about yet. Oh and I always seem to write in "stream of consciousness" style which I always thought was just a writer's excuse for being disorganized.

So it's finally happening. I've read forum threads complaining about those insatiable cravings that dieters get eventually from denying themselves certain foods but I wasn't worried about it until now. I guess it's just been a combination of stress/boredom from work and the fact that I my apartment in NYC is vacant 90% of the time and I'm still working my hands bloody to pay the rent. Arghhhhh.

My diet has been pretty successful these past seven or so months. I started at the end of March. I'm embarrassed to say that my motivation was some of my celebrity crushes. It was like: Christine, either you get slim and average now or you blow up like a balloon and you will regret it for the REST of your life. I had more time to manage my diet then and I had just started to hang out with friends again. My therapy was going well and I knew I was going to have to start changing my lifestyle in the time between graduation and college (I can't afford to be a victim of the dreaded "freshmen 15").
I realized that it was getting so incredibly hard to fit into anything: shirts, pants, shorts, even rings and bracelets. It was getting to the point where I always wore a sweatshirt to hide my curves. I was approaching 220+ and was just getting out of a bout of depression which had affected my heavy involvement in sports and academics. Yes, I was once an A-student and active swimmer. Then I started to refuse to attend class/music lessons and even skipping Asian club- the one place I could just be completely myself. I used to either sit for hours reflecting on how dire the situation had become or immersing myself in the internet doing shopping, reading, and watching Asian dramas.

But those are things of the past - I am proud to say that I have lost 50+ pounds and have gone from a size 16+ to a size 10. I have been calorie-counting (simply using calorie-count.com) and keeping a detailed daily diet log. I limit my sugar/fat intake and take multi-vitamins and I abstain from junk food like chips and candy. My average caloric intake used to be 2800+, but now it's 1500. I just didn't realize that I was eating so much at the time since I thought I was eating pretty healthy natural, low-sodium foods (rice, chicken, no red meats/candy/cookies) and I didn't eat massive portions either but I guess it still added up. I figured that I would have to start exercising so I signed up at a local gym. I started with basic machine work for 45+ minutes every other day and occasional weightlifting for some toning. I can't manage to go that often anymore now but I have still kept a steady rate of 2 pounds a week. Until now.

So I'm resorting tomato soup - good thing I still have some low-fat taco cheese and bowtie pasta left 'cause I can never have plain tomato soup.

A new leaf?

It's been months since I last updated this blog but only now have I realized how much I needed it. My therapist (who shall remain un-named) has been on maternity leave and won't be back until November. During her absence a lot of things, both good and bad, have happened.

Off the top of my head:
1. I failed my driving test.
I'm not a whiner. The guy was truly out to get me. Sighing impatiently every 5 seconds, he told me to proceed into an intersection and turn left on a red light. Obviously a no-no. Oh well, another month and a half until I get my license. I just have to remember to pretty myself up that day so a bad picture doesn't haunt me for the next n amount of years.
I got an apartment in NYC.
I got a job.
I started college classes.
I got a Blackberry.
I still don't have a new camera.

Some random memories:
- Airplanes flying overhead remind of my grandma's. Her house is a mile away from San Jose International.
- I have a splinter in my left knee that I got from a friend's jungle gym. It's been there for 10 years.

Memorial Day

Woke up early on Sunday to catch the parade and do a few errands before heading out for a BBQ at my sister's place. The weather was cooler and standing in the sun was bearable while the Shriners' mini-cars whisked by. Afterwards, the ceremony was a bit awkward with little organization, especially since the master of ceremonies kept tripping up his speeches. However, the Marine Corps Band did a fantastic job playing the national anthem during the raising of the colors.
Eventually, we swung by Best Buy and grabbed a couple of SD cards for the camera. I finally got to the party in time for some fresh turkey hamburgers. A couple hours later and a head full of Forrest Gump, I got home and slumped into my bed. The next day, we had school off so a bunch of my friends and I drove to the beach for some fresh air. The sun beat down on us unmercifully and eventually we had to wade into the murky water of the Sound. We made the mistake of going down to the shore without sandals so ultimately, we all got cuts on our bare feet. Once we got there, the seaweed and mucky sand deterred me from going any further than a few feet into the surf. Now I remember why I hate going to Cove.

Wow, I'd forgotten about this blog...

It's been ages since I last posted... During my hiatus, I somehow went to China and back, and finished my SAT's/AP's. Will update with those events later, but as I have said many times before (or at least implied it), I love to put things off :D