Category Archives: Nutrition & Health

Master Cleanse: Round 4

I’m just starting my 4th MC, and I’m looking forward to it. I’ve got to drop about 10 lbs to reach my goal weight of 115. In 2 weeks I’m headed to Austin, TX to skate with the lovely Texas girls, so I need to whip myself into jammer shape once more, kids!

I’m starting tomorrow morning at 126, which is thin for my frame, but 115 is better. 🙂 I’ll keep a daily record for y’all.

In other news, I’ve chopped all of my long locks off! I cut off a total of 10″ and went BLONDE!

It’s a whole new me. Well, the old me was pretty spectacular, but change is fun.

New job, new look, tight bod…. Go me.

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Get Busy Living, or Get Busy Dying…

As humans, we tend to put things off. “I will start exercising next week,” or, “I will quit drinking tomorrow.” We’re famous for procrastination. We’re all just lost souls looking for a way to make ourselves feel whole again. Sometimes we find solace in drugs, alcohol, food, a failing relationship, a marriage, a lover, a great book, our children, home lives, jobs, a pad and pen… Anything to keep our minds off of what the real problem is: Ourselves.

No one wants to face their issues, it’s painful. Really looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing your physical, and emotional flaws hurts. Gathering the motivation to change yourself is difficult, at best. We all repeat the same cycles over and over – up and down, down and up, co-dependency, independence, insecurity, confidence… it’s all the same. What goes up, must come down.

What allows us to muster up the motivation to face our biggest fears and change that which brings us down? It’s a difficult question to answer, and sometimes it’s glaringly obvious, but most times we do not even see the abyss we’ve created for ourselves until it’s too late and something catastrophic must occur for us to “wake up.” Maybe a death, the fact that a long-term relationship is not what you thought it was, a job that makes you unhappy, a growing waistline that you didn’t really notice until you pull on a pair of jeans that you can’t zipper anymore, or simply just trying to force yourself out of bed in the morning. Any of these things, ranging from catastrophic to simplistic, can force you to open your eyes. In the long run, you almost have to be grateful for the opportunity to see the light, as some people never get that. I know people who are so unaware of themselves that it is terrifying to watch. They literally have no idea who they are, and how the world reacts to their presence. I can sit down and give you a detailed list of all of the things that are wrong with me, every single flaw I possess. It’s good to be aware of that, but it’s knowing how to fix them or improve on yourself that matters.

I personally go through ups and downs more often than I’d like to admit. I find myself sinking at times, and usually before I get too deep I can pull myself up and force myself into the light again. I am lucky in that respect. Where I am unlucky is my tendency to fall in the first place. There are a few things in this crazy life that can pull me down, and they are as follows:

  • Love – When I fall in love, which is rare for me, I tend to REALLY fall hard. While I am quite realistic, I also find myself becoming whimsical about a person, and idealizing them when I shouldn’t. I guess everyone does that at first, as it is quite difficult to avoid. The beginning of something is always the best part, and it’s easy to lose sight of reality. I work extra hard to keep my feet planted on the ground and think about the things that are “unsexy” about a person, rather than see them through rose colored glasses. I sometimes get caught up in the newness of things though, and I quickly realize that I am doing that and can most times correct myself before it’s too late.
  • Work – When I become frustrated with my job, I lose motivation. Once I lose that? My focus goes straight out the window. I need to be challenged at work, and when I am not, my interest wanes, quickly.
  • Myself – I am an extremist. I am either a neat freak or a total slob; a health nut, or killing myself; so active that it’s crazy, or laying on the couch for 3 days straight; a social butterfly, or isolating and keeping my phone on silent. Everyone who truly knows me, knows this about me and can usually decide whether or not they will let me wallow, or attempt to pull me out. Due to my insane social calendar and long list of amazing friends, most times, I am not “allowed” to wallow for too long. Plus, I truly love myself and I usually won’t allow myself to become “that person” who whines about their life, but does nothing to change it. Admittedly, there have been times when I allow that to go on a lot longer than it should, but the people around me will never know it. I rarely show my weaknesses because my ego is way too big to allow that. I’m a force, and I have a rep to protect. My ego keeps me from sinking too far, and for that, I am grateful. Otherwise I’d be 200 lbs, and miserable. I’ve never been more than 20 lbs overweight, due to this ego of mine. I feel I am way too hot and amazing to allow myself to slip that far. I understand how it happens to people though, I just don’t understand how they allow it to keep happening. There is a thing called “self-love, and self-respect,” after all.

There have been times that I have found myself in a relationship where I begin to change things about myself to accommodate my mate. I am smart enough to know that if I allow myself to continue down a path like that, the relationship will inevitably fail. No one wants to be with someone who is miserable, complains constantly, does nothing to change or fix themselves and then projects the blame for said misery on their mate. Ick. However, relationships are a give and take. You get back what you put into it, right? I am a strong believer in the fact that if you improve upon yourself, you improve upon your relationship. You know how in a plane, you are supposed to put the oxygen mask on you before helping anyone else? Same theory in life, and relationships. You cannot help anyone until you help yourself.

If you’re sitting at home and obsessing over things you cannot control, like what your mate is doing when he/she is out of sight, or what is going on with your friends, or your job when you’re not around – you’ll only drive yourself crazy. A lot of this comes from a strong sense of self, confidence, knowing who you are and what you bring to the table. People will inevitably hurt you, you cannot change that fact. No way. This is a simple fact that most humans lose sight of, and I find that to be very sad.

I’m writing this because it’s Sunday afternoon, on a gorgeous day. I had a lot of plans today, which have been pushed aside due to me hurting my knee again yesterday and landing in the ER for most of my day. Whenever these things happen to me (which is often due to my lifestyle), I get depressed. I cannot sit around for too long without sinking, it is just my extremist personality, I guess. Once I start to sink, I either curl up on the couch and watch TV, or I write. I chose to write, which is much better than the Demerol and red wine coma I could be in.

I feel that I am finally getting to a place of happiness in my life, like true happiness. I just accepted an amazing job in Los Angeles for a global firm that comes along with a HUGE paycheck, a corner office, an executive title, full travel schedule and the potential of a 6-bedroom 5000 sq ft house. I’ve arrived, career-wise, and it’s about time. I’m also happy because I’ll finally be living where I want to be, and have wanted to be since I am 7 years old and that is Southern California where my best friend, brother, and 10,000 other close friends moved over the years. Again, with the ups comes the downs, and while I am preparing myself for the “other shoe to drop” I am still hopeful for my future, which is a nice change.

Sometimes you just have to cut your losses, get up, brush yourself off and make a positive change. All of these things come from focusing on yourself, and not obsessing on others while you lose yourself.

So, get busy living, or get busy dying. It’s simple.

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The Wind in My Hair

I started with Roller Derby back in 2010, and dabbled a bit prior to that as well. I’ll never forget the feeling I had the first time I attended a practice, it was as if I had found my true calling in life. Going in circles on the smooth pavement of a Brooklyn playground, with increasing speed and confidence, I felt so powerful. My legs cramping because we were told to “SKATE LOW” constantly, and were forced into a squat position while taking corners and doing crossovers for the first time. Center of gravity, and all. It made sense, but it fucking HURT. My thighs would burn, on FIRE, but I’d keep going because the wind in my hair felt so damn good! At the end of practice, I’d be pouring sweat and wanting to die, but I loved every second of it.

Derby/skating is my chemotherapy for psychological tumors. I went a very long time without strapping wheels to my tiny feet, and I missed the shit out of it. It’s almost Spring again, which means the derby circuit is coming alive again. My favorite time of year!

I’ll be skating a lot next week, and besides a slight knee injury, I’m more than ready! I get so addicted to things, people, food, that comes with having an addictive personality, but derby is not a bad thing to be addicted to. Especially, for a girl with a temper, attitude and personality like mine. I need an outlet for my aggression and rage, and I found that outlet in this sport.

So, here I go again… Back on wheels and spirits high!

Down 25 lbs, 5 more to go!

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Holy Soreness, Batman

I am in serious pain today! I kicked my own ass this weekend. I can hardly walk, my lower back is killing me and I cannot lift my arms above my shoulders.

JFC.

Ridiculous. You’d think that after all of this time my muscle soreness would be minimal, and not like it’s the first time I’ve ever lifted a weight in my entire life. There are some masochists who enjoy this feeling, I fucking hate it. I feel like I have the flu. Makes me want to retire to the couch with comfort food and cry like a big baby.

I won’t, and I am not eating food, and I do not cry, so I’ll just need to pull up my big girl pants and power through. Back in the gym tonight…I have a big week coming up soon, and need to be prepared!

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With Force

It’s 5:45PM, Sunday… I’m forcing myself into the gym. FORCING.

PS – changed the hair today, am no longer a goth chick with black hair! Go me.

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My Adventures With The Master Cleanse

I am in the midst of my 3rd MC fast, and I am a big believer in fasting for numerous reasons…

#1 – It is good to push yourself to insane limits. Just when you think you can’t go anymore, something drives you to push through. There is nothing more humbling then depriving yourself of a basic need. It teaches you a whole new level of discipline and perseverance. It makes you tougher. It’s a lot like running or skating (both of which I do a lot of), just when you feel like you’ll collapse from exhaustion, you reach deep down and pull motivation out of nowhere, and when you’re finished, it is the greatest feeling EVER.

#2 – It’s healthy to give your digestive system a rest from solids every now and then. Your body works very hard every day to rid itself of toxins you breathe, eat, and drink. Your organs literally go on overtime to process all of that shit, then you pile a bunch of shitty food on top of it and wahlah! Here comes the lack of energy, lack of focus, and plain old depression. At least for me. When I fast, after day 4, I feel like a whole new person! Not only do I lose extreme amounts of weight rather quickly (I can lose up to 15 lbs in 7 days!), my skin glows, my hair shines, my body gets tighter, my eyes clearer, I focus better and I have all kinds of energy.

#3 – It’s like a “do-over” for your body. If you are currently addicted to anything, i.e., cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, carbs, or anything not great for you, a fast will quickly rid you of that and allow you start over – fresh!

So, today is Day 5 of my 3rd MC and I feel GREAT. I am handling this go-around way better then I handled the last one, which was the beginning of January. So far, in this round, I have dropped 7 lbs. and I am not even hungry! The January fast yielded a total of 22 lbs dropped, and a renewed sense of motivation! I wound up gaining back only 4-5 lbs when I went back to food.

While I have never been “fat,” I did gain a bit more weight than I should have after some medical complications back in September of 2011, when I put on 35 lbs in a very short period due to a couple of rounds of chemotherapy injections that made me retain water and literally swell! Of course, me being the “Polish Princess of Darkness” I could not get the weight loss side-effect. lol. At a mere 5’4” tall and a very petite, small frame – I should never weigh more than 120 (tops!) and I was pushing 150 for a minute there. #nothot

Anyways, the MC is basically a fast where you drink the following recipe:

Per 8 oz of water –

2 Tbsp GRADE B ORGANIC Maple Syrup

2 Tbsp ORGANIC fresh squeezed lemon juice

1/10 tsp of Cayenne pepper

How much are you supposed to drink? Divide your body weight by 2, and that’s how many oz you should consume at a minimum on a daily basis.

On top of that, you should either drink a laxative tea every night before bed, or upon waking in the am mix 1 pint of lukewarm spring water with 2 tbsp of NATURAL SEA SALT (no other kind of salt!) and drink that down quickly. Yes, it’s horrible and I opt for the tea and only do the Salt Water Flush on the weekends. Stay close to a bathroom, kids because 20 minutes after you finish that you literally piss out of your ass for 2 straight hours. Gross? Maybe… but you feel amazing when it’s all over (besides a burning asshole – buy baby wipes!) and it really speeds up the detoxification and weight loss process.

Some side-effects that I have noticed:

  • Raging headaches for the first 4 days
  • Your bum burns from the cayenne pepper your ingesting (yes, I am serious)
  • Fatigue for the first 3 days
  • Pale for the first 3 days (And I am almost alabaster as it is)
  • I get chest pains on the right side. I saw a doc about it, it’s nothing. Just stress in my case.
  • My TMJ is terrible for the first 3 days. I walk around with my jaw locked. After day 4? Relaxation city!
  • You piss like a racehorse every 20 minutes.

That’s about it. In short, I love it and how it makes me feel. Who needs food?

OK, well I do. I love to cook it, eat it and enjoy it. I do this once per quarter, though, for about 10-15 days each time. Y’all should try it! If you have the willpower to do it, it’s worth it! You feel accomplished, healthy, look amazing, etc.

Now I leave you with my favorite training montage! Rocky motivates me to get ripped, man. I am back in the gym – HARDCORE – tomorrow. Gotta get in sick shape, fix this damaged knee, and get my ass on skates again. I have speed records to SHATTER.

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Roller Derby Saved My Soul

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Originally posted @ “The Diary of a Roller Girl” on tumblr.com – 8/2007

Where do I begin? I can start with my story, I guess, but the edited version. Not the one that makes you want to pull your eyes out of your head, or bury yourself under your blankets and sleep, but the one that may actually inspire you. Sort of like the story that inspired me a few years ago, but I won’t get into that now…

I am a 35 year-old chick living in NYC for pretty much my entire life, give or take short stints in Idaho, California, Arizona, Illinois, Hawaii, and Florida, I’ve always managed to come back to where I originally hail from – the insane and over-crowded metropolis of “Gotham City.” I can’t really say what constantly draws me back here, besides the amazing pizza, as NYC and I have come to the agreement that we are in a love/hate relationship. While her concrete sidewalks has provided me with immeasurable amounts of street smarts and more than my fair share of career luck, I have grown tired of her tourists, filth, cold winters and panicked lifestyles and long for a more serene, beautiful and warmer environment. I am proud of my city, however, and am in awe of it’s sheer madness on a daily basis.

I digress…

In my circle of friends, I have been known as the “party girl.” The one who gets everyone together, makes the plans, stays out all night, throws crazy parties, loves to throw back a cocktail or 7 and never, ever wants to settle down. While all of my friends started having children the thought of growing a child of my own makes my ovaries shrivel in fear. I’m just not ready. I’ll never be “ready.”

I prefer to travel, drink delicious sangria on a Tuesday night, dance until my legs fall off, buy gorgeous outfits, change my hair color on a constant basis, indulge in many adult like activities, and get tattoo’ed more often than I should. There is just no room for a child in a lifestyle like that, and the fact that I can admit that I do not posses that “baby gene” makes me a rarity in this world.

I had always been on the slender side, and never really worked out much. I was blessed in that regard, never weighing more than 115 lb. at 5’4”. I was also blessed with more than half of a brain and the gift of gab which can get me out of any situation I can find myself in, for the most part. On the other side of that, I was cursed with a raging temper and a fierce sense of loyalty to the people that I love the most. I will gouge your eyes out if you even attempt to screw with me or anyone in my circle, for that matter.

As I have grown a bit older, I have managed to control that rage of mine and have also noticed that being naturally slender is no longer in the cards for me. All of my years of drinking wine, sitting on the couch, partying all night long, and eating whatever I wanted are long gone. I now find myself a 35 year-old chick with a 135 lb body and a slew of health issues due to the aforementioned activities.

Years ago, while nursing a hangover, I came across a documentary about the Texas Roller Girls and literally fell in LOVE. I had a fire in me so hot that I could barely contain myself. I researched derby all over google and decided that I wanted to start my own league in Staten Island, NY. Needless to say, after some drama and lack of participation, it didn’t happen and the old habits got their way with me once again. I let a few more years slip by me and a few hundred more drinks slide down my throat and a few more pounds find their way to my ass.

When 2010 rolled around, and the big “3-5” was lurking nearby, I started to become antsy again. I had this need in me to do something with myself. I wanted to do something that not only challenged me physically, but was also beyond fun and a great outlet for my aggression, so I once again came upon Roller Derby.

I started skating in my old boot style “Chicago” skates at the local roller rink with some friends on Saturday nights. When I realized I was not as bad as I thought, I joined the Gotham Girls Roller Derby forums and yahoo training group and started reading about other girls and their experiences. At first, I did not post anything, as I was curious if girls my age were actually doing this, or if I were some kind of freak going through early-onset midlife crisis… Then the posts started pouring in and girls of all walks of life were setting up “skate dates” with each other. I was beyond excited and ran out and got myself a pair of Riedell R3 speed skates and protective gear and then…. I started posting.

I signed up for a class that met every Saturday morning in a playground in Brooklyn and the day it started I was so nervous I thought I would vomit. I got through it though, and not only was it amazing, it was quite possibly the best feeling I had ever had in my life. For the first time I was meeting girls who were a lot like me… tatted up party girls, misfits, girls who never really got along with other chicks and had mostly guy friends, girls my age, some even older… It was a sisterhood and a cool, bad ass one at that! Bonus – I was not only acquiring a skill, getting in shape, I was forming unbelievable friendships along the way.

This blog is going to be about my experiences with changing my lifestyle, getting off of my ass, getting into sick shape, quitting drinking so much, putting a hold on the insane partying, and training so hard that I feel like I am going to drop dead – all for the love of Roller Derby!

I am aiming high – not only am I starting this at 35, with minimal athletic experience, but I am training for and trying out for the most competitive league in the US – “Gotham Girls” of NYC.

I started training in April, but am now just getting around to the hardcore stuff like the gym and skating more often than I walk and plan on documenting every step along the way. Tryouts are November 20th and while I doubt I will make it this year, I will not quit and will keep going until I do make it. Wish me luck with that.

Besides, the bright-side is – I will have a killer set of stems and an awesome apple ass pretty soon. Right on!

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Don’t mess with me! lol

SHE who studies medicine, avoids it best

I have not had a pap smear in over 6 years. 

There is just something so Sado-Masochist about getting in a metal chair, sticking my legs into stirrups while some old guy with the breath of a baby’s coffin digs around in my hole with a set of sterile salad spoons.

I know, who actually LIKES the vagina doctor, right?  Well, to be honest, I know a few girls who do.

One friend, she will remain nameless, had a gynecologist who was really young and super hot.  She made appointments frequently and for no reason other than the cheap thrill she felt when he peeped her freshly Brazilian waxed tutu and slid his slippery, white gloved fingers up her ass.  She would moan every time he gently stretched her vagina for a better look.   She was obviously crazy and after a few months of this behavior, I am sure the Doc got creeped out got himself a restraining order.

There are others, and I think they all have latent S&M fetishes.

But, who am I to judge?

I had a good friend who died from Cervical Cancer back in 2000.  I have recurring nightmares about her telling me to get my ass to the GYNO to get a smear.  I wake up in a pool of sweat and tears and promise myself I will go, somehow I never do.

It’s not like I have not tried, or attempted to make appointments.  I have changed my primary OB/GYN about 40 times on my insurance plan.  Every single time I pick a Doc, I call and get the run around.  “We are not taking any new patients until September.”  Or, “I can give you something on Monday afternoon at 3PM”.  Monday at 3PM?!  I work, people.  Can’t make it.

I finally broke down and scheduled one for September 1st at 10:00 AM.  Yay, nothing like getting goosed by a 90 year old Indian woman after a night of heavy drinking and partying, because that is Labor day weekend.  **Note to self – DO NOT EAT WHITE CASTLE WHILE IN A DRUNKEN STUPOR THE NIGHT BEFORE**

Hopefully, my body will not be ridden with tumors and the like.   Considering what a hypochondriac I am, it is somewhat curious that I have let this go so long.

Then again, a simple pap smear doesn’t always tell you the whole story anyway. ..

Wish me luck.

A Virtual Shitstorm of Nutrition

So yeah, I’ve got a cherry addiction and a serious one at that.  When I walk into a grocery store and peep those babies from across the aisle, like a jammer in a roller derby bout I make a bee line for their sweet, plump, shiny red deliciousness.

After buying a 3 lb bag, hey they were on sale; I went home and proceeded to eat 1 entire lb. of cherries all by myself.  Considering that I have seriously cut back on my food intake over the last month and my voracious appetite has practically disappeared, this seemed a bit gluttonous and got me thinking.  Can cherries possibly make you fat?

Hmmmm.

I went searching through this wonderful wealth of information called the internet and found some interesting information.

It seems as if cherries are quite the miracle fruit.  They heal the gout, inflammation, help the body fight cancer, cure headaches and pain, contain the highest levels of melatonin in ANY fruit, which helps with insomnia, they help to ward off Alzheimer’s and last, but certainly not least, they contain a serious amount of fiber which promotes healthy digestive function.  In plain English, they make yah shit like Sally Struthers after a night of Oreo, E.L Fudge and full-fat milk gorging.

This is quite possibly the best news I have ever heard!  Nutritionists recommend eating 2-3 lbs of cherries per week!  Woah.  This is like telling a crackhead that crack is GOOD for you!

On the flip side, too much of anything is not good.  I will not go forth armed with this knowledge and eat myself into a cherry induced coma, I promise.  However, for my fellow plump little hearts of pleasure fruit lovers…. ENJOY!Â