Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Crossfit Days 1 & 2

After 3 hours of sleep I got dressed and made my way to the gym... or "box." I hopped into it and there was Yari. She gave me a brief run-down of what each workout was and then I got to it.

Long Story short= I didn't get through the warm up. I did half of it and threw up! So glad I didn't have any of my mom's delicious tacos that morning.

As I made my way home I figured to sort out a diet plan... I've been looking into the paleo diet for sometime now. When I got home,  I stretched, showered, ate 2 slices of bacon and a banana then fell into a deep sleep. I got up and grilled myself some chicken with veggies on the side.

My second day of Crossfit seemed a lot more smoother. I was accompanied by other members so it wasn't a me and coach type of thing... I could have done a lot more though so I am a bit disappointed. 

FOOD IS MY WEAKNESS THOUGH! I'm so hungry! I went to subway and got the plainest... most dry salad ever! x__x I love my food. I want a slice of pizza, a hot juicy burger from whataburger, some icecream melting off a brownie... my mom's tacos! and that gansito my sister bought me :( 

I'm starving.
I'm starving.
I'm starving.


Ugh, ADAN! Discipline! 

Ok, mastah.

I'm going to go to sleep. I hope for one of those vivid dreams... I hope I get to eat my food this time... the last few food dreams I've had haven't given me enough time to devour anything fudge or greasy! 

...Oh boy... I'M STARVING.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012


Dinner. Gift. Church.

Thanks, Elda.

Wal-mart. Pool. Hot-dogs. "Drinks." Cake. Cristina crying. Griner Final Four jokes.

Thanks Joseph, Nataly, Cristina, Nancy & Karla.

Sunday, April 1, 2012


"Para la honra y gloria del Señor," they said. 

I was about 16 years old when these ladies came to my church. They were "special guests." They began talking about empowering women after being beat up by their husbands or something and they began to sing... 

Growing up I never held in my laughter, whether it was in class, prayer, hospitals or even funerals. [I am stating a historic moment - I am not proud of it; it was really immature and should have been disciplined] I laughed, turned to my mom and saw her investing her soul in the worship along with these ladies. 

So I sat on the bench and put my head down to hide my face. I felt guilty about laughing at these ladies praising God.

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I was 18 years old when I visited a friend's church. The whole band was one family. The pastor - family of the band. The whole church was led by the family (via kin). When the band came on stage, I noticed that a girl was going to lead, instictively I imagined her to have a soft or high voice but man was I wrong. Her voice was deep and it cracked at the middle of every word. She belted every single word of "Hosanna." 

Is it just me or is that sad? Is it pride? Why don't they make the effort to include the church in the worship team?

Personally, I don't think anyone should get the microphone and sing louder than anyone if their voice sounds like a drowning cat. We all have talents, God promised them.