Happy birthday baby.
xx, LC
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Six Week Challenge
Sunday:
"What?"
"Low-carb diet for a week for the sake of science?"
"Sure, why not? How hard can that be?"
Wednesday:
"What the f#*$?"
Three days into my fad diet and I've figured out why diets don't work for most people. It's not about discipline or self control, it's about lack of preparation. Let me give you a quick run through of the week.
Monday: Wake up. Nothing in the fridge but leftovers from an Easter family party so I skip the rice and head straight for the beefsteak and ham. Feeling pretty gross. Kuya's birthday is that night, so I skip food until dinner time, around seven. Not by choice, but because I was busy with projects all day. In the meantime, I'm starrrving. At Sushi Dan I have three sake bombs (forgot about the carbs in beer -_-) some sliced albacore with fried onion, and baked langostino. Feeling pretty confident at this point.
Tuesday: Nothing in the fridge again. Easter leftovers are so unappetizing I only have a small portion. Editing photos, writing stories, doing research and before you know it, it's time to go to work. Pick up a grande iced vanilla latte. There's a chocolate on chocolate Good Luck cake for one of the managers who was leaving. I guess you can say refusing a slice was a piece of cake (I should go on a pun diet). So exhausted when I get home, I wash up and knock out. Went to bed hungry.
Wednesday: Wake up. Craving ALL KINDS of foods. Fridge is empty again. Ate some beefsteak and cucumbers. Pick up some Naked Juice (which probably isn't All that great for you) and drink half of that on the way to school. Walk into the newsroom to a box of mini scones and licorice. Martin proceeds to chomp down a granola bar with peanut butter. I look on with envy (it didn't even look that appetizing). Get home. At this point I'm pretty desperate to get some calories in my stomach so I settle for a fettuccine alfredo Lean Cuisine. It's okay, because that's lean, right? Yeah, nice try Laura.
So there you have it, after three days I've miserably failed the low carb bullshit. If I had been better prepared, I would have probably not scarfed down that alfredo, but to be fair, I just moved into a new place and we don't have a full sized fridge. This is basically what I have to work with for now:
Four more days.
xx, LC
"What?"
"Low-carb diet for a week for the sake of science?"
"Sure, why not? How hard can that be?"
Wednesday:
"What the f#*$?"
Three days into my fad diet and I've figured out why diets don't work for most people. It's not about discipline or self control, it's about lack of preparation. Let me give you a quick run through of the week.
Monday: Wake up. Nothing in the fridge but leftovers from an Easter family party so I skip the rice and head straight for the beefsteak and ham. Feeling pretty gross. Kuya's birthday is that night, so I skip food until dinner time, around seven. Not by choice, but because I was busy with projects all day. In the meantime, I'm starrrving. At Sushi Dan I have three sake bombs (forgot about the carbs in beer -_-) some sliced albacore with fried onion, and baked langostino. Feeling pretty confident at this point.
Tuesday: Nothing in the fridge again. Easter leftovers are so unappetizing I only have a small portion. Editing photos, writing stories, doing research and before you know it, it's time to go to work. Pick up a grande iced vanilla latte. There's a chocolate on chocolate Good Luck cake for one of the managers who was leaving. I guess you can say refusing a slice was a piece of cake (I should go on a pun diet). So exhausted when I get home, I wash up and knock out. Went to bed hungry.
Wednesday: Wake up. Craving ALL KINDS of foods. Fridge is empty again. Ate some beefsteak and cucumbers. Pick up some Naked Juice (which probably isn't All that great for you) and drink half of that on the way to school. Walk into the newsroom to a box of mini scones and licorice. Martin proceeds to chomp down a granola bar with peanut butter. I look on with envy (it didn't even look that appetizing). Get home. At this point I'm pretty desperate to get some calories in my stomach so I settle for a fettuccine alfredo Lean Cuisine. It's okay, because that's lean, right? Yeah, nice try Laura.
So there you have it, after three days I've miserably failed the low carb bullshit. If I had been better prepared, I would have probably not scarfed down that alfredo, but to be fair, I just moved into a new place and we don't have a full sized fridge. This is basically what I have to work with for now:
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| Just big enough for a loaf of bread. Too bad I can't have any. |
xx, LC
coachella recap
For the past week I've been trying to conjure up the perfect words to sum up my Coachella rendezvous, but no finite order of letters and spaces can do my weekend justice. It was such a rewarding experience that I would recommend to everyone who loves music and who enjoy the company of people.
My favorite moments:
Three words: Arcade Fire balls.
Coming back to the bikes to find Gonzo sitting on his very own Arcade Fire ball.
Leaving a stage and stopping to wait for the crowd to spit out your friends.
Biking 5 miles to Coachella and 5 miles back to the RV site. Daily.
Finding that someone you know just happened to be standing right next to you the whole time.
Waking up in an RV and not a smoking hot tent.
Leaving Coachella every night so stoked to party and drink some more only to get back and be completely exhausted.
Seeing everyone's face melting and tripping out only to look around and realize you're surrounded by friends and everything is okay.
Attempting to dance in the midday sun when your favorite song gets played and stopping after 10 seconds cause it was just too damn hot.. then attempting it again.
Not too many pictures, I was busy having the time of my life.
'Til next year...
My favorite moments:
Three words: Arcade Fire balls.
Coming back to the bikes to find Gonzo sitting on his very own Arcade Fire ball.
Leaving a stage and stopping to wait for the crowd to spit out your friends.
Biking 5 miles to Coachella and 5 miles back to the RV site. Daily.
Finding that someone you know just happened to be standing right next to you the whole time.
Waking up in an RV and not a smoking hot tent.
Leaving Coachella every night so stoked to party and drink some more only to get back and be completely exhausted.
Seeing everyone's face melting and tripping out only to look around and realize you're surrounded by friends and everything is okay.
Attempting to dance in the midday sun when your favorite song gets played and stopping after 10 seconds cause it was just too damn hot.. then attempting it again.
Not too many pictures, I was busy having the time of my life.
'Til next year...
Friday, April 22, 2011
im a fucking walking paradox
Don't ever challenge me to anything. Because I will dominate. There's nothing I like more than someone telling me I can't do something. Second to that is competitions.
After Sacramento and Coachella a.k.a. Binge Eating For Two Weekends 101, I've pitifully lost muscle mass and gained unsightly weight. And no this isn't Ms. Skinny Girl with a twisted self-image begging for compliments. I'm happy with my body but there's always room for improvement, right? There's nothing wrong with challenging yourself every once and a while in the name of health.
Anyway, the boyfriend and I have made a bet to see who can achieve the best abs by June 10. Now if that wasn't enough to get my competitive blood pumping, the winner gets a pair of new kicks. I'm not a materialistic person but I could always go for a new pair of kicks.
Now the fat girl in me who loves burgers and ice cream is secretly loathing myself right now. But from now until June 10 I have to lock that fat girl away in the closet until my abs are strong enough to crack hazelnuts.
So for the next month and a half, it's crunch time (no pun intended). Follow my progress here and at @lauracamilia.
#sixweekchallenge
xx, LC
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
is it just me or..
..or is talking about how much money you make just unclassy? If you have it, you got it. No need to flaunt it.
Monday, April 11, 2011
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