Karma Karma Karma Cameleon

Karma Karma Karma Cameleon…remember that song? No, ummmm…I guess I’m getting too old. HA! Remember when Boy George was IN?!? Ok, nevermind. Let’s get on with the story telling. I’m not the greatest at telling stories, but I’d like to try anyway.

I went for an 18 mile bike ride last Saturday with my cousin. We made it all the way across the George Washington Bridge. That ride was exhilarating & the view was breathtaking. It was my first time up there & it won’t be my last. We picked an awesome day with perfect weather to bike.
During the trip, I had stopped to help to 2 ladies, one of whom fell off her bike. They were very thankful. I was just happy to help. My cousin & I didn’t know the way to the G.W. Bridge, so the 2 ladies kindly explained how to get there.

Happily on our way, we ran into another roadblock. There were no more signs pointing us to the G.W. I told my cousin I didn’t know where to go. A lady passing by stopped & asked us where we needed to go. Wow, people have been so nice to us today.
We made it to the G.W. Bridge & took some fun pictures. I love jumping pics. They’re so fun & silly. On our way back down the West Side Highway, I got a flat tire! Murphy’s Law loves to show up when you don’t want it to (which is all the time). Of course I didn’t have a spare tube. I had packed my cousin’s bike pump, but not a tube. Argh! So, I ended up carrying my heavy mountain bike until I got tired. Then, I started rolling it on the one good tire for about a mile. That was exhausting. We were 70+ blocks away from my car. Oh, the horror.

While walking on the pedestrian path, 2 men stopped to offer help, but since I didn’t have a spare tube, they weren’t able to assist me. As I kept walking, an older man standing in the shade stopped me. He said he might have a spare tube for me & goes to fix it. It was not the right size for my tire, but enough so that I can roll the bike on both wheels. I offered to pay him for the tube, but he refused. I was so gracious & thankful for his assistance.
We got out of the park & found a train station. As luck would have it, I didn’t bring my Metro card. Darn you, Murphy’s Law, I hate you! They started charging $1 to get a new card, on top of paying for the fare. I told my cousin I forgot my card. A girl by the machine heard me & told me I can take hers. It didn’t have money on it, but I can use it to put the fare on. At this point, I was completely blown away by how nice everyone has been the whole day.

We finally get to my car, got home to shower, & then headed to a nice, family BBQ.

It turned out to be such a fun, memorable, & adventurous day even with the many obstacles we had faced. It has also renewed my faith in humanity. Living in New York City for so long have hardened me enough to a point that I think most New Yorkers are just plain rude & mean. Don’t get me wrong, there are still plenty of those around, but the few people I had encountered that day were kind-hearted, genuine, & generous.

I was telling hubby the story on the way to the BBQ & it was then that I realized things might have been different if I hadn’t stopped to help those 2 ladies on the side of the road. I helped someone & the good karma kept coming. I was just glad we got home safe & sound with smiles on our sweat drenched faces.

Lessons Learned:
1) Always be prepared. Bring an extra tube for your bicycle, as well as the proper air pump. Don’t forget your Metro Card.
2) It pays to be kind to others. You might not see any benefits now or even notice it later, but on those days when you feel like luck is on your side, it could just be good karma coming back for you.
3) I love my family! xoxo

A Year Ago Today…

One Year as Mr. & Mrs. McMunkie
The 2 basked in the glory of engagement-hood for over 3 months before deciding they wanted to get hitched in 2012. They decided to go venue hunting in Canada in January. That was a major failure. They went again in February with more promise. They finally locked down a venue & photographer in March. By May, the venue informed them their head chef quit, so they were left without a caterer. With some fast acting, a caterer was secured & the wedding was saved. 5 months of wedding planning ended up being highly stressful (more so for the bride than the groom), but it was totally worth it when everything came together.

It was a very hot day for the wedding, but it was sunny & beautiful as well. The ceremony lasted all of 10 minutes (the couple didn’t want to bore the guests, who were already dying of heat & starvation). Unfortunately, the venue did not have any AC. The cocktail hour began & the guests hunted down all the food servers & started to drink themselves into a stupor. While everyone was enjoying themselves & were all congregated within the venue, the weather Gods decided it was time for some rain. It provided the guests with some welcome relief from the hot day. Then, as fast as the rain had come, it was all gone & completely dry in a matter of minutes.

Speeches were made, first dance as husband & wife, father/daughter dance, some fancy schmancy dinner was served & then the bride’s Papa decided it was time to get the party started. He was the only one on the dance floor, soon a crowd formed & everyone danced & laughed the night away. The Sweets table was an absolute hit with the guests, but especially the ring bearer. He was bouncing off the walls after devouring all the sweets!

For all the blood, sweat & tears involved in the preparation leading up to the wedding day, it was blissfully gone within a few hours. What is left are the memories of the most perfect wedding ever (in the bride & groom’s eyes, anyway).

Happy One Year Anniversary, my Love!


Just a (Potato) Chip off the Old Block


I don’t have a picture of me gorging on Potato Chips, so this Bouchon Bakery Butter Nutter giant cookie will suffice.

My name is Christina & I am a Potato Chip Addict.

My mom loves eating potato chips. Therefore, it is in my genetic makeup to eat potato chips. Ok, so I don’t have a chip loving gene, but when my bro & I were little, we’d eat a bag every Sunday with my mom. That’s how we bonded. We did this for many years, which started my love affair with chips.

I munched my way through grade school, JHS, HS & college. When I started working after college, I would buy a large bag of chips & finish it within a day or 2 & I would do this every week, for 4-5 years, maybe longer.

I stopped buying them to stop my bad habit. Keeping it out of the house meant I could keep the temptation away. At the supermarket, I would still wander into the chip aisle just to “browse.” If my favorite brand was on sale, I’d buy a bag or 2 bag, & I’d run home to indulge. 2 days later, I’d resurface from a pile of crumbs & feel the total gluttony of my own doing. I would do this every month or 2. It was a bad habit which was hard to shake.

When hubby met me, I was still shoveling chips into my mouth at speeds not recognizable by radar detection. He would have to physically take the bag away from me in order to stop.


Mangoes – Looks delectable, tastes scrumptious & healthy too.

In October ’11, my CF box offered a diet challenge. I’ve never dieted a day in my life before. (Except, that time when I was enamored by those Weight Watchers commercials when I was 13 & I ran to the store to buy myself a container of their delicious looking powdered shakes. One sip & I threw that thing out). I’m not overweight, hefty, obese, or fluffy (well, sometimes). I just wanted to challenge myself to try to eat healthier. To be honest, it was a big mistake. It was 44 days of hell.

I was pumped at first. I started making my own foods, cooking new recipes. I was doing well. Then, week 2 was starting to drag, week 3 was worse, I became a monster in week 4, by week 5, I couldn’t recognize myself anymore (nor can my hubby or my friends/family), & week 6 went by so slowly because it was almost over but I needed will-power to get through to the end.


I started craving Cheesecakes & sweets after my 44-day Challenge. This Martha’s Country Bakery Apple Crumb cheesecake was calling my name!

The Good & The Bad from the 44 days of dieting:
The Good
1) I read my ingredient list much more thoroughly & I’m more selective with my foods choices now.
2) Meats, poultry, fish, eggs & bacon are all my friends. Eat a little of everything to be more well-rounded.
3) Chocolate is pretty tasty (I didn’t use to like chocolate, but I’m finding myself wanting it more now).
4) I’ve cured my potato chip addiction. I no longer crave or eat bagged chips. I’ve been potato chip free since 10/10/11! Yes, it has an anniversary date. 😀

The Bad
1) Depriving myself of certain foods made me crave them more. This included foods that I normally didn’t even like (i.e. chocolate & cheesecake).
2) Removing dairy products out of my diet caused my system to go out of whack. I started getting PMS when I never had it before. This could be due to the hormones in most milk, which have always kept PMS at bay. The PMS stopped after 2 months. *shrug*
3) I felt weak, tired & sluggish. My performance at CF suffered. I had a near break-down doing front squats one day. I told the coach I couldn’t do 95# & he told me to lower it. I nearly burst out crying. I felt defeated. See item #2 above.
4) I think I may have become slightly lactose intolerant due to the diet.
5) I was hungry. I was angry. I was Incredible Hulk on steroids HANGRY (hungry+angry). It was not pleasant being around me during this time. I was irritable & frustrated. It was a very dark time in my life.
6) When dining out, I couldn’t eat 98% of the menu items. Munching on a salad while your friends are eating pizza was VERY, VERY hard to do. I resented them a little during this time. Going out was not an option.
7) Once the 44 days was up, I gorged & gorged until January 2012. I ate anything & everything. The 3lbs I lost was quickly gained back.

What I’ve learned:
Challenges are another term people use to make you think you are not dieting. Challenges are a competition to see who can do it better & get better results. Anyone can do a challenge & see quick results. But, the real challenge begins when it is over. Do you have the motivation to continue this for the rest of your life? That’s the reason why so many people go on yo-yo diets.


You best bet I ended up eating this cookie. I needed a sugar fix after biking 6.5 miles & walking 3 miles.

This 44-day challenge messed me up mentally. I would personally discourage anyone from doing them. I think it is much better to instill a life-long change by eating more sensibly & looking for a well-balanced meal. Survey your options & pick healthy ones, but don’t restrict yourself so much that all you can think about is junk food. That is the key. Give yourself a small treat from time to time, eat that ice cream, chocolate or potato chips, but don’t indulge. Eat just enough to soothe your sweet or salty tooth. Don’t say “NEVER AGAIN” to anything because you’ll most likely want to reach for it right at this minute. It’s not about willpower; it’s about changing your habits. Once you’ve replaced a bad habit with a good one, it’s engrained in you to continue & it’ll come naturally.

A day may come when I eat potato chips again, but I no longer let my past habits define me today. As much as I loved bonding with my mom over potato chips, we can now reach for something healthier to bond over, like chocolate dipped bacon instead. Hehee Just kidding about that one, mom doesn’t like chocolate. ;-D Wish me luck on my journey into healthier eating.

Meet Munkie


I am the Niagara Fury!
Btw, they’re missing a R in Furry. Just sayin’.
Niagara Falls, Canada

Meet Munkie (add British accent)

‘Ello Govnor. My name is Munkie McMunkie. I was originally named Mr. Smirks because I have a permanent smirk plastered on my face. I have since changed my name to something easier to remember. You see, my brain is made out of cotton, so I don’t have much of a memory.

I don’t remember how long I was sitting on the shelf at the Marks & Spencer store in Blackpool, England, but I think I was getting a bit dusty. They put me out for the winter because I would only be used at that time. Yes, I get used a lot. Har har. You see, I am actually a hot water bottle holder. On my bum, I have a flap that opens (I know it sounds painful & it really is to be honest) & you can slip in the filled hot water bottle. Usually children love me because I can make their tummies feel all warm throughout the winter.


Going back to my Chinese Roots!
Beijing, China

On one fateful night, Auntie Jeanette was out shopping & her eyes landed on mine. I stared at her hard & unblinkingly & hoped my charming smirk would swoon her into taking me home with her. Little did I know she had other plans for me. She thought I would be perfect for her little niece back in the States. I was ecstatic to meet the niece. She packed me into a suitcase with Auntie Susan & off we went to the States. I flew in comfort with soft clothing wrapped around me. I do have to say it was a bit dark in there & it was quite a long journey, but when I arrived, I smelled the carbon monoxide of the NY yellow cabbies & knew this would be home!


Coming to America. My first day here.
See that giant next to me?!? That’s Christina!!!
(Sook-Paw & Auntie Susan are the bestest.)

When it was time to meet the niece, Auntie Susan took me out & introduced me to this giant girl named Christina. I was wondering where the precious little niece was, but unbeknownst to me, this WAS the niece. She was neither little nor precious. She grabbed me & said “I’m gonna hug you and kiss you and love you forever” & I gulped & was instantly scurred for my life.


Getting enlightened by Buddha.
Hong Kong, China

I was officially adopted by C&V on December 2nd, 2009. So I will use that as my official birthday. Living with them hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be. I’ve adjusted to eating tons of bananas all the time. I do, however, miss my crumpets, tea, clotted creams, Yorkshire puddings, & the occasional Spotted Dick (don’t laugh, we actually eat this & it taste darn good). 

I’ve brought lots of joy & happiness to all those who have come in contact with me. Who can resist my smirk & my charm?!? I am good-looking & lovable. Even Grandma has come to love me even though she smacks me around & tells me I’m ugly. She always ends up hugging me because I know she really loves me way deep down inside.C&V do abuse me a bit, but I take it as tough love. At least I get fed & have a bed to sleep in.


Munkie McMunkie


Deep in thought. How can I find myself a gf?

P.S. I’m looking for a single, furry Girl Munkie. She can be younger or older, I’m not picky. I’m only 3.5 years old, so I’m pretty open. She must like swinging (in the jungle – get your mind out of the gutter, please!), bananas (again, with the dirty minds), & flinging poop. Please call me at 800-555-MUNK if you know any munkies that fit that description. Thanks!

Fun Munkie facts:
I have 3 favorite colors:
Green for the color of the jungle (my original home until I was plucked out of it to be on the shelves of M&S).
Yellow for my favourite food in the whole wide world – BANANAS.
Brown for the color of poop, which I love to fling at unsuspecting people.

I have no bones so I’m floppy most of the time.

I take periodic showers so I’m usually clean. I feel like I’m drowning when I bathe, & then it gets unbearably hot in the sauna.

Mustang Thakali Kitchen Review

74-14 37th Ave.
Jackson Heights, NY 11372
(718) 898-5088

You can view the menu here.
I was out surfing Instagram one day & came across a chef’s IG photos. Of course, being the foodie that I self-proclaimed to be, I stalked all his pictures of food. I came across a photo of Nepalese food & thought it looked delectable. I’ve never tried Nepalese food so this was an adventure. I suggested to my friend to celebrate her belated bday dinner there & she being as big of a foodie as I am, we decided to embark on this food journey together.

We drove into the neighborhood. It was filled with Indian restaurants & plenty of people roaming the streets. Getting through the streets filled with people was an adventure in itself, but we found parking easily.

The restaurant has a red awning. Definitely nothing fancy, but upon inspection, we saw plenty of patrons in there. We grabbed a seat & the waiter filled our metal cups with water. It looks like all the other Indian restaurants we’ve ever been to.
A little geography lesson should be had before we talk about dinner. Nepal is located to the East of India. Directly on top of Nepal is Tibet. So Nepalese food have a lot of Indian & Tibetan influences. The restaurant mentions they serve both Nepalese & Tibetan food. The foods are very similar to Indian foods, but with slight variations. I am in no way an expert on this but I’ve tried many different types of Indian foods before so it is only from my experience.

So, back to the food, we looked online for some recommendations because we really didn’t know where to start. The names look so foreign to us & the description wasn’t really descriptive.

We over-ordered like we normally do, but it was a great opportunity to try a bunch of different dishes.
Samya Bajee
Samya Bajee (Nepali Bento Box) – Soya Beans, Beaten Rice, Marinated Chicken, Stir Fried Goat & Pickle.
The tiny brown soy beans are toasted & marinated in a mustard oil dressing. They are crunchy & surprising tasty.

The beaten rice (aka white chira) was totally unexpected. We did not know what we were in for. These grains have been soaked in hot water, toasted, & then flattened. They had the texture of tiny potato chips. We actually really liked the taste of them.

The marinated chicken & stir fried goat was tasty. What they call a pickle is actually the salad.
Beef Momo
Beef Momo – Nepali style dumplings
These are reminiscent of the Shanghainese soup dumplings. They come in a bamboo steamer & they are shaped just the same. The beef filling was delicious, but it is exemplified more if you add any of the 3 sauces that they give you. We loved the tomato sauce & the sweet spicy sauce. There was a hot chili sauce that we didn’t try.
Goat Thali
Goat Thali – traditional Nepali food served with rice, vegetable, lentil soup & pickle
The thali came out in a stainless-steel plate with the items neatly divided. There’s a large mound of white rice in the middle & all the elements of the dish to the side. The goat in gravy had some gaminess to it, but it was tasty enough for me to overlook. The mellow stewed mustard greens, lentil soup, cauliflower & potato curry, sour yogurt-smeared white radish, spicy tomato chutney went well with the rice.
Sukuti Sadeko
Sukuti Sadeko – dried meat served with Nepali spices & a twist of lime
The dried meat is made from homemade lamb jerky, ripped up into shreds. The meat is fibrous in texture with a spicy sweet taste from the spices & soy sauce. This was actually our least favorite of all the dishes.
The mango lassi was standard. It helped cut down on the spice factor from some of the dishes.


Food for 2 Piggies

We had an enjoyable dinner & would be back to try the other dishes. The staff is friendly & helpful. They let us stay & chat the night away without once telling us to leave, even though we ended up being the last patrons to leave.

However, my friend reported to me she felt gassy the next day. I, on the otherhand, did not experience that. 😉

Goal Setting

With Crossfit & in life, we all need to set some goals for ourselves. This makes you accountable for your actions. You can write it on your fridge, whiteboard, post-it note, FB, Twitter, journal, or tell it to your significant other, best friend or your mom. Putting it out there makes it more likely for you to follow through with your goals.

Trying to be someone else is not a goal. Stay true to yourself & have realistic, attainable goals. Make sure these goals are for you & not to impress or to compete with someone else. Your goal is to be better than you were yesterday. You are only competing against yourself.

As many of you already know, reaching for a goal usually starts with baby step. For example, for someone who have never worked out before & have decided they will run a marathon next month, that is a potential injury waiting to happen. You will need to train for a marathon. You need work your way up to build mileage week after week, month after month. If you don’t, you are almost guaranteed to damage your body in some way. Start slow & build up gradually. You can work towards the marathon for next year instead of next month. That would be a much smarter way to approach things.

I walked into Crossfit June 2011 not knowing how to do nearly 90% of the movements. I definitely couldn’t do a pull-up. And then there were all those Olympic lifts that look insane. I’ve always felt strong but quickly realized my upper body was lacking. Everything was intimidating, but I started learning slowly & under the watchful eyes of the coaches. There were days I hated the attention from the coaches. I’d want to tell them to go bother someone else. Looking back, I am thankful for their attention. I’m thankful that they’ve instilled in me this level of performance & focus on form. I’ve gone to many different boxes since my first day of CF & I’ve gotten compliments on my form & how I don’t compromise it even when I’m at my most exhausted state.

It took me 5 months to really get the hang of Double Unders. It took me over 6 months to get a kipping pull-up. Almost 2 years later, I’m still working on my Olympic lifts. I’ll always be a work in progress.

Will I ever get to competition level? Probably not. I’m not even striving for that. My goal is to be as healthy as I can be today & continue this lifestyle for as long as I can physically do it. This is a lifestyle change. I’m not here to show off or brag about how great & strong I am, I’m here to make myself accountable for my goals. This is my blog & I’m putting myself out there.

These are my goals for 2013:

I may not accomplish all my goals this year, but I sure as heck will try my absolute best to get there.

What are your goals? And how are you going about accomplishing them? I’d like to hear.

100 Acts of Kindness

Seeing my cousin’s post prompted me to think about starting my own 100 Acts of Kindness. I will use my blog to document this on-going list. Be it big or small, I hope these acts of kidness can bring a smile onto someone’s face, or brighten someone’s day, or make someone feel loved & cared for. It act doesn’t have to be extraordinary, but kindness in general can help make an enormous difference. Something may be small & inconsequential to you, but it may mean the world to someone else. If only each & every one of us would commit to doing one act of kindness every day, I’m thinking there would be so many more happy & kinder people out there.

100. Pray daily for my friends & family to be safe, happy & healthy.
99. Pray for my friend’s hubby, my friend’s father & co-worker’s father for the hardship they are going through & hoping everyone will be healthy again.
98. Made Lucas scrambled eggs with cheese for dinner. He loved it.
97. Washed all the dishes so that my cousin & her hubby wouldn’t need to do it after a long day at work & taking care of the kids.
96. Approached & befriended the new girl at CF & encouraged her throughout her first WOD.
95. Spoke to the owner to put in a good word for my friend who wants to be a coach. She got the job!
94. Made a healthy dinner for the cuz-in-law.
93. Encouraged CIL to do sprints with me at the park so he can kick-start his exercising routine.
92. Baked cookies for my friends as a little treat.
91. Helped SIL with bridal shower projects.
90. Smiled & said Good Morning to a random older guy walking his dog.
89. Offered my co-worker a cookie.
88. Re-organized the pantry, recyclables & threw out junk mail (found 2 Metro cards) for the cousin.
87. Helped pick up groceries for my cousin while at Trader Joes.
86. Gave positive feedback to my coach & his box. And I meant every word.
85. Cheered on a fellow CFer on trying the 350lb tire flip. Success!
84. Treated hubby & 2 friends to dinner.
83. Encouraged a friend to go ride a bike. She loved it & now wants to find a bike to purchase.
82. Encouraged a friend to try yoga to kick start her summer work out.
81. Informed friends of free DOT helmet event.
80. Gave my extra Michaels coupons to the people standing on line.
79. Helped a fellow CFer with kipping pull ups.
78. Brought the cousin’s kids to the park to give them some exercise.
77. Asked my co-worker if she needed me to pick up some stuff for her & she did.


Does anyone remember Paula Abdul’s song lyrics for Opposites Attract? The chorus went like this “I take two steps forward, I take two steps back…”

Well, if I did this, I end up at the same place I started. That is a setback. I feel like I am back at square one. For all of my accomplishments at Crossfit, one moment of a lapse in judgment caused a major setback.

I had bid farewell to my PT less than a week ago, but I may have to run back to him. I haven’t decided yet, but the eight ball is telling me the chances are high. Maybe I secretly love going to PT. Ok, maybe it’s not really a secret after all.

This past Tuesday, like most mornings, I grabbed my laptop bag with my right arm. As my elbow bent inwards to support the weight of the laptop, I instantly knew I had bent it too much, too fast. My nerve reacted by sending my brain pain signals. My elbow does not want to be in this position whatsoever. Something I’ve done for well over 10 years boiled down to this one moment, this one dreadful moment. I had a daunting realization – my shoulder is about 80% recovered, but now I have this new elbow issue that could possibly hinder my shoulder recovery.

I’ve had setbacks before & for the most part, I’ve overcome them. But, getting to that point was always a struggle. My first reaction would be denial. I would assume a few days rest would fix the issue. When a few days become a few weeks, and then a few weeks become a few months, that is when I’d fall into a mild depression. I would start to blame myself for the injury. Why didn’t I do it this way or that way, so that I wouldn’t be in the position I am in right now?! Hindsight is always 20/20. I’d get so frustrated at menial tasks that I didn’t have to think about before. I’d get so mad because all the hard work & progress was all for naught. I would have to start with baby steps again to build back up to the same level. Along with rehabilitation, it could take months, even years, to get back to this point.

Plagued with so many injuries from the past, you would think I would have smartened up a bit now that I am older. I should know better. I do know better. I am no longer invincible. But, somehow, we all want to revert back to who were in the past – the super humans of our youth. Oh, how I long to be that again, but I digress. I do know better now. I refuse to work through the pain. I stop when I feel something isn’t right with body & I request to have the movement modified. I have to consciously ensure my position is correct after each rep I do at CF because I don’t want to risk further injuries on my already broken body. See, I’d smarten up just a teensy bit, not a lot, just a little itty bitty bit.

How we deal with the setbacks will determine how far we can go or how far we can fall. It’s really your choice. Yes, it is a choice. You can let the setback rule your life or you can grab the reins & take back control.  My shoulder injury set me back for a long time. I can’t even begin to describe to you what the last 2 years have been like living with it. But, I put in my time & effort with the PT (who is amazing btw) & I’ve made so much progress. I refuse to let this new setback define me.

I’ve decided to take a few weeks off from CF to see how I feel. It’s always good to take some time off to heal your body, as well as your mind. An orthopedic visit might be in my future if the elbow doesn’t feel better, but I’m hoping it won’t be necessary.


I’d prefer to hover over my setbacks!

Setbacks are roadblocks in your life. How you handle them will determine how successful you will be. This is something we can apply to all facets of our life. How will you handle your setbacks?

Banana Snatcher

The case of the missing banana.

This is a tale about a girl named C2 who loves her bananas (get your mind out of the gutter, this is a G-rated tale). She also has a fondness for a special Munkie who shares the same banana eating passion as her. They met in 2009 & have been inseparable ever since. They eat bananas just about every day. Many times 2, as a special treat. Bananas have loads of potassium which they both know is a critical electrolyte. Potassium allows your muscles to move (well, only for C2 because Munkie doesn’t have muscles), your nerves to fire (again, only for C2), and your kidneys (do I have to repeat myself, again?!?) to filter blood. The right balance of potassium literally allows the heart to beat (now I’m thinking Munkie might be dead).


Munkie celebrating NYE with one too many bananas.

Things were going swinging-ly (punny) for them until one day C2 went to work. She has her routine of bringing a bunch (literally) to work on Tuesday & rationing her supply up until Thursday. She always eats one for breakfast because it’s so filling & keeps her tummy happy in the morning. One Thursday morning, she leans over to reach for a banana, but there was nothing there! Hungry & confused, she scratched her head (in the typical monkey fashion) & thought long & hard why there was no banana. It didn’t make sense to her. She always made sure she saves at least one per day.


It was a long night of banana chugging & boozing for this little Munkie.

Apparently someone was hungry & that someone ended up being C2! How rude (in Michelle Tanner’s voice). Munkie went bananas (how fitting)! And then he went ape poop (keeping it G-rated). He wanted to go all Donkey Kong on whoever stole his banana. The banana was there the night before, so whoever stole it did it in the morning.


No banana makes for a very, very angry Munkie!

The incident of the missing banana was reported to the building manager along with other missing items from other co-worker’s desks. The manager replied saying he can’t do anything, but filing a report with the security group might be a better option. C2 & Munkie knew that really meant nothing will happen. They won’t put up security cameras just to find a banana thief.

C2 & Munkie have learned their lesson. They have decided to lock up their banana stash in the desk drawer. However, they are afraid they might have a lapse in memory one night & forget the bananas & end up leaving them in the drawer for 4 days to rot. That would be a hot mess.

Munkie had a brilliant idea to leave the bananas out like this. What do you think? You think it will deter them from stealing the bananas again?


Eat Him! No Eat Him!
Let’s Make a Shake!

This story doesn’t have a happy ending. The culprit was never found. This incident only made C2 & Munkie more vigilant about the safety of their precious banana supply.


I’m So Over You

I’ve self-prescribed my release from Physical Therapy. I told my therapist after this morning’s session that I was leaving & I never wanted to see him again. We’re breaking up. We’re going to cut this off cold turkey. No more phone calls to make “appointments,” no more early morning romps on the therapy table, & no more man-handling my shoulder & arm. I’m through with this. It was a great 6 months while it lasted, but I’m done. Adios, Ciao, Sayanara!

The shoulder pains began in March 2011. Years of volleyball, among other athletics took its toll. I was still feeling young & invincible, so I stopped volleyball in July 2011, & headed straight into Crossfit. That might not have been the smartest idea. I told you, I was feeling young & invincible dumb & reckless. Doing CF didn’t bother me until the end of the year when I noticed tightness in my shoulders that never went away. I went to a chiropractor who kept cracking my back & neck. I didn’t see how this was benefitting me. Then, I went to Active Release Technique (A.R.T.) chiropractor for 2 months. The A.R.T. made me feel better for a day or two, but the pain never went away. This was not a long-term cure.

In March 2012, I entered my first Crossfit Games Open, which was one of the most exciting moments of my CF career. I had recoreded numerous gains in my performance & strength. The adrenaline died down shortly afterwards, but I continued to push my physical limits. I was at the point of a major burn-out Crossfitting 24 out of 31 days that month. In May, I did a WOD with chest to bar pull-ups unassisted. Somewhere along the way, I felt pulling from the nerves on my right shoulder. That was the last time I did anything overhead. It was the beginning of a slight depression for me.


Crossfit Games Open 12.3
75lb Push Press – 03.08.12

From that day on, I focused on lower body movements. Modifying everything was aggravating. I’ve never done so many lunges, squats, box jumps, sit-ups, v-ups, & running in my life. It was getting dull; I was feeling unmotivated & frustrated with myself. Most of all, I was mad, upset & disappointed at myself for even getting to this point. If I had only listened to my body & visited a doctor a long time ago, I would never have been in this position. Hindsight is always 20/20. I took 2 months off from CF in the hopes the rest would aid in the recovery of my shoulder. It didn’t.

It could have been my pride or fear, whatever it was, it took me a long time to see an orthopedic. I expected dreadful news. What was I to do if I couldn’t play volleyball or Crossfit ever again?!? Oh the horror! I know, I know, there are worse things in life, but anyone who knows me know athletics/sports are a big part of my life. It’s like telling me to stop eating bananas….forever. Blasphemy!

The orthopedic roughed me up. He moved my shoulder in ways I didn’t think was possible. My shoulder has never hurt so much as it did the next 2 weeks after my visit. He insisted I get an MRI with contrast to confirm a right shoulder labral tear. I spoke to numerous medical professionals, as well as hubby, to see what my next step should be. I decided to opt out of the MRI & start Physical Therapy first. If possible, I want to avoid surgery, but I have to admin, there was a huge part of me that thought surgery would be the quick fix. However, I failed to think of the consequences of surgery. I would still require PT & even then, it might never get back to 100%.

I made a PT appointment. After 4 sessions, I dropped him. He was awful. I told him I had pain after the 3rd session & he basically dismissed me by telling me I wasn’t feeling the pain where I thought I felt it at. Ummmm….okay. Peace out!

I tried another PT, who was better & more attentive, but somewhere along the way, she started over-booking appointments & had less & less time for me. 11 treatments later & I wasn’t where I wanted to be..


Injured Right Shoulder taped up

Finally, I let go of my pig-headedness and I reluctantly went to hubby’s PT in Dec. 2012. I had little expectations, especially since I came from 2 very unspectacular PTs. He would always spend 20 minutes or more doing manual work. January 2013 came & I was still weary. I just want to be fixed right now! I cried to my hubby. It was so frustrating going to PT every week & not see the instant results that you so desperately want. My exchanges with the hubby went something like this: Was I doing the exercises at home? No. Then how will I ever get better? I don’t know. Keep going to PT & do your exercises at home. Fine! *humph* Whatever. I slumped in the corner of the bed, crying into my stuffed Munkie, my annoyance with hubby was obvious. I’ve never felt so defeated in my life.

FINE! My response rang in my ears, over & over again. I’m NOT fine. The talk with hubby was definitely a wakeup call. It definitely boosted my morale & gave me the motivation that I lacked at the time. I started proactively going to the gym every day just to do my PT exercises & at home on weekends. 3 months flew by & I started noticing changes, I was feeling stronger, I slept better.  Even I was surprised by my progress, although slow & small, but it was definitely an improvement nonetheless. 4 months in, I started doing unassisted pull-ups at CF, which I haven’t done in almost a year. 5 months in, I was hitting PRs (Personal Records) left & right at CF with weights that I never thought possible.


Crossfit Games Open 13.1
45lb Snatch – 03.08.13

At my lowest point, I thought I would never do another pull-up or overhead movement again. I tried to convince myself that I would be okay with that. This lessened the blow in case my arm didn’t improve. It is very much a mental struggle when trying to overcome an injury. I’m so glad I continued to push myself with the help of my hubby by my side, even though sometimes it felt like a thorn in my side. I’m also grateful for all my coaches who accommodated to my injury & continue to inspire me to do everything with proper form so I do not re-injure myself.

I really didn’t think I would ever get to this point if you had asked me 6 months ago. I’m ready to let my therapist go & he was more than willing to let me go. Our time together has come to an end. The relationship was rocky at the beginning, but then trust was built & progress was made in itty bitty baby steps. We’ve outgrown each other, but we’ll stay friends. I know he’s only a phone call away if I ever need him. So, today, I say good-bye.