Thursday, January 28, 2016

BackPack Hunting


Stella McCartney Beckett faux leather backpack 
Mansur Gavriel 
I am in-love with this!!!!!!
too fancy... but why not? 
TopShop
Longchamp 
Lately, I am in trouble of putting things together. Whenever Sasha and I want
to go crusing the day visiting my relatives, I find it hard carrying everything on my own. He's not easy nor light anymore and his stuff neither. I am in need of a better diaper bag. Something that's girly (still) but easier and more convenient to carry. I think I want any of these...

Somebody is not so happy to take a car selfie



Sunday, January 24, 2016

Weight Gain After Weaning

  Nobody ever told me about this. And now my husband is practically pestering me with his questions and side comments. Yikes. Sometimes I want to punch him. Haha. But somehow he is right I need to burn the belly fat like a madwoman. It really starts to annoy me. One time I wanted to just wear a white tank top to go for a Doctor's appointment when I cried in disbelief because of the bump that started poking right there. NOOOOOOO!!!

 Hormones , hormones, hormones. I need to get them checked. I read somewhere that this is not uncommon for mothers who stopped breastfeeding. I am suffering from low progesterone levels and my Monthly visitor hasn't come back yet. It's nice not having her but at the same time it kinda worries me a bit. Almost two years of freedom. However, I want everything to be back to normal.


     I love working out. I really do. But with Sasha learning to walk, being more active all day long and surprisingly getting even more attached to me even without the boobie it's becoming a struggle to focus. And I forgot to switch my calorie calculator to normal. I didn't know I was eating like a pregnant woman for the past three or four months. There. Blame the app. Now I am gradually decreasing my food intake. Ayyyyyyy! It really is hard to resist the chocolate cookies or that Frappuccino. Oh Lord help me.


     It depresses me when I cannot wear something I like just because. Of the Muffin Top.
     I am giving myself 6 weeks to get the ABS back.
     Wish me luck.

My heart is yours

Being a mom is...


Thursday, January 21, 2016

Day out with the Boys

 We went to the park yesterday. Finally "Red" is back. Who knew that having no car for  a week can really paralyze us to this level. Everything on foot, every errand mostly even coming from a Doctor's visit. Thank God for the amazing weather it did us good even. Except that Sasha is 10kg and my arms couldn't carry him for so long.

   I am a morning person. Before all this marriage-motherhood mumbo-jumbo I am  usually in bed by ten 'coz my eyes do autopilot and snooze time is snooze time. Back in the Philippines Sasha and I go to bed by eight only when we moved back here that 11pm is the new 8 ,and 2 am is the norm. We were usually up by 6 am with my Dad bringing us freshly baked pandesal but here I drag myself to my feet to make breakfast for the boys. Sasha waking up twice and sometimes thrice at night asking for milk I couldn't really remember when was the last time I had a good night's sleep.

     Husband says I do amazing omelettes. And so it became the only motivation for him to be up by 10 which is his 6am because he can sleep 12 hours straight 'til noon til... mostly all day he can just curled up in a ball, drooling.

      So basically, we never do breakfast it's actually brunch.
      Chaos.
       Sasha with his breakfast of either rice, buckwheat or cereals with lots of fruits. Accompanied by either cheese or yogurt. Then hubby with his omelette and the mommy with her overnight oats.

       We came to Creek Park by 2.'Weather was superb!
        Sasha ate his lunch,  mostly brocolli, baby potatoes, baby carrots and quial eggs. Me and the hubby munch on fruits and some almonds and cashews and I cheat on some Chocolate covered cookies, of course.And felt guilty and did Zumba for 20 minutes ! Story of my Life!!! 

        We walked around, played Frisbee and Sasha gathering his courage to walk by himself. It was a fun day!

come to me my little kitty!!!!
        At one point Sasha wouldn't leave a helpless pregnant cat alone. Pulling  the motherly-figure to her ears! And then  one sweet Emirati girl gave Sasha a bunch of chocolates which his Dad ate when we arrived home.

         We chase seagulls near the creek. Studied Russian while getting lost in the flower garden and in the Labyrint of Cactus. The park was filled with students who probably just finished attending their classes, mothers with their kids in strollers, tourists taking pictures of the land, and some perhaps Locals driving their Hydroplanes. It was a blessing in disguise that the nearby Mamzar park is exclusive  only for Women and Children on Wednesdays or we wouldn't be able to explore Creek Park with all it's glory in a non- weekend.


I believe I can FLY! 
Up up and away...
       We arrived just in time before the gruelling traffic starts. We had pancetta and vareniki for dinner!
       YUM!

         Next month, Let's go to the Zoo!!!      












My Imaginary Loft

   I am a big dreamer. Every night before I go to bed, after my daily night prayer with my husband I open Pinterest and pin... pin... pin...'til I couldn't pin anymore.

    If I could go back in time, I wish I did study Interior Design. Sigh.
Wishing this on our next Dubai Apartment
    In God's time, I want to have my own.
I want this but with less furniture
I would change perhaps the coffee tables
PERFECTION!!!
Maybe without the kid/s... too small but the interior is my style

You Prophesy your Future


By Bo Sanchez
One day, I was talking to a middle-aged man who said, “Brother Bo, I’m always worried about getting sick. Well, true enough, last month, my doctors discovered that I have ulcers.”
But what caused the ulcers? His worry. And sooner or later, he’ll have more diseases.
Another time, I spoke to a young woman who said, “Every day, I was so worried that my boyfriend would leave me. Many nights, I couldn’t sleep. And I was right in worrying — because last week, my boyfriend told me he can’t stand me anymore.”
When I talked to the ex-boyfriend, he told me, “Brother Bo, I left her because I felt suffocated by her. She was so paranoid, so possessive, so needy, I couldn’t breathe.” She didn’t realize that her worrying made her boyfriend leave her. Worry is pathetic. Worry creates the very thing that you worry about.

The Law of Focus
Every atom in God’s universe is governed by the law of focus. What you focus on flourishes. Yes, you have more control over your reality than you realize. Because your perception creates your reality.
You see, God’s universe operates very simply. The universe doesn’t hear what you don’t want; it only hears what you focus on. And the universe, like a good waiter, will come to serve what you focus on in a silver platter.
Can I ask you a favor? Right now, don’t think of a green gorilla. Please don’t. even for one second, don’t think of a green gorilla with green hair all over its hairy body. Never, never, never.
Now tell me. What are you thinking of, hmm?
That’s exactly what happens when you worry.
Instead of using your imagination to worry, use you imagination to wish. Use your imagination to dream. Use your imagination to visualize your destined future.
The Bible says, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:6-7).
Paul says, “With thanksgiving!”
That means, “Stop begging; start thanking!” Instead of saying, “Oh God, please give me this and give me that, and I beg you for this and I beg you for that,” say with joy, “Lord, I thank You in advance for giving me this and giving me that… I expect to be blessed!”
Worrying and wishing use the same innate power that you have to create your reality — your imagination. Worrying is imagining that bad things will happen to you, while wishing is imagining that good things will happen to you.
When you worry, you focus on your problems. When you wish, you focus on your purpose. Focus on what you want, not on what you don’t want. Because the universe will serve to you on a silver platter whatever you focus on.
I urge you, stop worrying and start wishing!
Start expecting good things to happen to you.
*This excerpt is taken from Heart Detox: How to Remove the Emotional Poisons and Negative Thoughts That Are Destroying Your Lifethe newest book by National bestselling author, Bo Sanchez.


Saturday, January 16, 2016

Meet Maritza, My Baby Pizza

My favorite meal of the day? 
     Breakfast!!!! 
But it's been the cause of my undeniable tummy. Whoa! Unforgivable! The abs lost its luster in a way. Blame the recent holiday feasts and Voila all of a sudden you cannot sit without the Maritza the hanging extra layer of Skin. Me and my husband named my tummy "maritza, the baby pizza". I thought I was pregnant, until recently we found out that Maritza is only made of dough. My baby pizza, she's a spitting reminder of my latest bad snacking habits. Pizza galore 'til midnight, baking extravaganza and bread every freaking night.
Oh well. 

So I now, I say bye-bye to granola, which was so good... of course because I put so much love in it.. and of course loads of chocolate chip. So no more. 
Bye-bye to pancakes every morning. Damn the butter and the extra honey and blueberry jam. 
I calculated that I was indulging in sweet coma as early as 9 am with 700 worth of calories! 
                                  
     
So I decided to eat more mindfully. Not with my heart anymore. I will make my oatmeal edible and maybe yummy but still healthy. It's my 3rd day of overnight oats. Not the sinfully ones with extra topping of whatever is forbidden. 

Let's see. Maybe in a few weeks I can flash my abs again. 

P.s You know that feeling when everything fits and you know you're skinny... but the midsection is another story...ah.. My worst nightmare! 

Magnum

    Before marriage, I have this immense desire to learn Russian. Well, before meeting him I was actually immersed already learning French and Italian. I can't stop watching foreign films just because of the way the R's are rolled in Italian and how Marion Cotillard is my Audrey Hepburn. When I visited Roma on my very first flight as an Emirates Crew my longing got even more sick. I traversed along the many alleys of the city with a gelato in one hand and my Italian dictionary. I love Italy. I wish to spend one summer there just being silly like Elizabeth Gilbert.  And then the French. In my mind I always think I am a Parisian girl lost in the Louvre. Effortless Chic. Way way before when I was still  broke, a geeky-college girl,  I always fantasize myself speaking not just English nor just my mother tongue talking in my mobile phone conversing with my Foreign Boyfriend. I was never indeed dreaming of marrying my own kind. 

     Then this guy came and swept me off my feet. And the rest is history and same goes with my Italian and French lessons... and errrr my Russian took a backseat as well.

      Motherhood is a labyrinth of chores. Finding the time to squeeze an uninterrupted full body workout is like moving an elephant. And so finding the time to study and polish my language skills is definitely a daunting if not impossible task. I just couldn't put my mind into it. Learning Russian is no joke. Italian is easy. French is familiar. Start the Russian alphabet and you're lost already. Damn!

       But I need to. It's like watering my love palm-- a.k.a our House plant. It needs to be done. For the sake of Sasha... And for making a stop in looking like a fool when my Mother in Law is online in Skype. I feel always Lost in Translation when they speak with much gusto while I stare blankly at the screen grinning at my own image. I am missing the juice and fun in the conversation.

      So my husband decided it's no excuse this time to get serious learning the language. Yes it's not easy but it's not impossible and later on I will thank him and I will be proud of myself. But how? Where do we start?

     These past few days he was giving me lessons to study and after a day or two he will give me an exam. And yesterday was the first time. Oh man, we were so close to another heated-argument. It reminds me of how my mother used to drag my younger brother when we were young. He will make up all the excuses to miss school. I feel like a child. Until he came up with a brilliant idea.


      If I pass the test he will get me an ice cream!
      Wow!
      He really is serious!

     My husband is a health-nut. You cannot feed him crap or junk food. He meticulously examines what he puts in his mouth. They need to be fresh, healthy and sometimes not yummy. But it should be nutritious. Once in a while he will get a Whopper Meal but that's it. You can hardly ever see him munching something as divinely tasty like Potato chips. Maybe Nachos but still prefers our Homemade version.

    And it worked! Hah!
     Before marriage, I can eat a gallon of Ben and Jerry's in a jiffy. But things have changed, and that's for the good of humanity. Haha. I got 95%, his passing score is 90%. Indeed I was proud of myself and yeah, learning russian can be addictive if not fattening.

     But it was such a nice experience. Learning and treating yourself for a job well done. It just made me realize how it's  so easy to be happy. You don't need fancy stuff to make life as beautiful as you wanted it to be. Appreciate more and you will see how much you've been BLESSED.

  I am a sucker for anything sweet. You can bribe me an ice cream or a Red Velvet Cheesecake and we have a Deal! Lol.

  Have a Great Weekend! 

Sunday, January 10, 2016

P.s. Yes I blow my candle on a Brioche 'coz it's so much better than cake! 

23rd

  So my husband asked me what I wanted to do on my birthday. I told him that I wanted a romantic dinner just the two of us. Oh well, that's actually wishful thinking. Unfortunately he was flying on my birthday and we could only celebrate it the next day. It so happened as well that that week was our Prayer and Fasting and so I was really lost how to celebrate the big day. I had eaten so much the past week and it's high time to fast, repent, reflect and sacrifice.

     It's been a while since I really made myself committed to a whole week of prayer,  contemplating God's Word and eating so much less. It feels good and liberating afterwards. How far my patience can go in order to meet a commom purpose. How enlighting and moving the whole experience had been. I heard my own voice clearly, my needs and desires and that Voice that isn't mine. My faith is a BIG Deal for me. Quiet times with HIM are the best times. Most days  we get carried away in the mundaness of every day that we forget those moments of peace, of actually just living and listening intently to what is going on around us. I really needed that.

    2015 was a great year for us and a great year for answered prayers. Our life is a living testimony of God's faithfulness. He delivers His promises and even overachieve. And so this 2016, we dare to believe. And we dare to claim that the same will be done in our Faith Goals this year.

       So during those trying times when my grumbling tummy was nothing but music to my ears, hubby asked me if we can just cook dinner in the house for my Special day , post birthday. He will do everything and I will just sit happily with Sasha. It wasn't so bad since having Sasha  around is like trying to catch a butterfly or a bunny. Dining in a restaurant like the old days will belike another day of playing track and field. I better stay home indeed.
        So the hubby cooked and we ate really well. Not eating for more than 24 hours was really gratifying. I felt a little bit guilty afterwards since it was so good. But God tells me it's my birthday anyway and I thanked Him for another year in my life.

         January is a month of hope. A clean slate for new beginnings. A new set of chances to be better. And it's my birth month and I always feel extra special. I feel brand new. Yeah, the pressure of looking youthful at all times is there but I realized as long as I am well-inside, my spirit is well taken care of , who cares about those wrinkles! I will be alright.
 

          

Hello 2016!

   Can you believe this? We are already on the 2nd week of January!
    Well, 'been so busy lately. And yes, I am a year older. Oh yeah. This is the most fun part of the new year when my husband teases me to his heart desire how I am 3 years older than him. Yikes! And how he excitedly claims that he is Dorian Gray.

    Anyway how's that New Year Resolution holding up? Already given up? well, I am still getting strong sticking to them, hoping I will be able to finish everything at the very end.