The Teeny Bikini Body

just a girl's struggles of trying to be lean

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A Rocket – The Art of Communicating

Goldfrapp – Rocket

Nothing like music to start things off.  I love this song.  It’s brilliant.

Hello friends!  I wanted to tell you a story about a situation that I’ve been dealing with.

Every week I deal with an auditor that reviews my work, asks for numerous items, that takes so much time.  She’s never communicated well with me and she would send requests by fax.  In the beginning, I got into a huge fight with her and she made my life that week a living hell.  I had to send her intricate backup that required me digging through with other departments, old files from previous years, and with very few conversations.  I could barely stand it, and I was going on vacation for two weeks at the time.  I left it in the hands of others who also had a difficult time with her.

When I returned from vacation, we never spoke on the phone and she continued to send me requests by fax.  I would email her my backup and it got easier sometimes. When it was difficult, I just dealt with it and never called her once.  At that point I decided to send her positive emails, either funny or silly just wishing she had a great day.  She never would respond and for six months, and sometimes I thought I was just writing to myself.

Today she sent me an email and this is what it said:

Hello Lilitte,
Happy Friday!  Thank you for all the help with providing backup in such a timely manner.  I don’t always have the opportunity to respond to every single email I receive, but I wanted to thank you for all your cheerful emails each and every time you send backup.  I truly appreciate your positive demeanor and cheerfulness.  Just wanted to let you know, your emails do not go unappreciated.  Quite the contrary, makes me smile especially when having a tough day.
I hope you have a great weekend and I look forward to keep working with you.

I’m not trying to pat myself in the back, but this simple email made me feel so good.  It made me think that when I write, someone out there is listening after all.  Sometimes I feel like I’m just writing to myself, but it’s not true.  If it’s out there, someone’s reading it.
Thank you for listening.

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Azul, Azure, Bleu, Bluest Sky

La Roux…

Nothing hurts more than unrequited love.  All the things that hurt us will dissolve in time…

I love to go outside and do my exercise.  Lately, the days have been filled with blue and grey skies, and whether the sky is blue or the sky is grey, I become one with nature.  There’s something peaceful about walking, jogging, or running outside.

Have you ever heard of cortisol?

Here’s the definition:

Cortisol, known more formally as hydrocortisone (INN, USAN, BAN), is a steroid hormone, more specifically a glucocorticoid, produced by the zona fasciculata of the adrenal cortex.[1] It is released in response to stress and a low level of blood glucocorticoids. Its primary functions are to increase blood sugar through gluconeogenesis; suppress the immune system; and aid in fat, protein and carbohydrate metabolism.[2] It also decreases bone formation. Various synthetic forms of cortisol are used to treat a variety of diseases.1

Well, this hormone, as you can see, controls our metabolism and if there’s stress in our lives, then cortisol can make us fat.

When I go outside, I de-stress.  I feel great, just watching all the greenery around me.  Now today I did jump over a snake before I realized it was a snake.  I tried to take a pic, but the little sucker slithered away before I got a chance. If you’re scared of snakes, don’t run where snakes are… since that won’t help you…

Find a peaceful place to go where you can find and enjoy beauty. Try to get outside often, whether it’s to walk even if it’s not a vigorous walk.  Remember the key is to de-stress.

Here’s a few suggestions:

1. Find a place of beauty:  A beach, a park, a hiking area, a lake.

2. Walk or jog peacefully… let your mind relax and breathe in the fresh air.

3. Take deep breaths… take it all in.

4. Dream.

5.  Listen to your favorite beats.

6.  Do stretching exercises to keep you from being tense.

7.  Try to think of good thoughts: what you appreciate, things that make you laugh, what’s good in your life.


Today’s workout:

Light jog, light uphill run, walk down hill, varying speeds, total 1 hour.

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I’m just an American Girl….Yeah, yeah…


I didn’t watch a lot of movies growing up like most kids.  I didn’t go on field trips and I never rode a bike but I spoke English. I wasn’t allowed to play sports, or join clubs but I spoke  perfect English. I barely understood my native language and as I was told, I should be ashamed of myself.

My parents worked hard to get us to move from a tiny apartment, to a small house and finally a bigger house that they live in today in Los Angeles.

I had parents that didn’t speak perfect English but they were proud to be an American and I was proud with them. And I tried as they did to become American as much as I could. I grew up in a predominately white school.  The kids would comment about my long black hair and my brown skin.  And I told them, “I’m American.”  They would always look at me with curiosity.  I got into trouble a lot for some reason and then decided that I would never speak. I hardly talked and decided that was best.  Other kids and teachers thought I hardly spoke English. I became a recluse.

My Papa worked as accountant and my mother was a nurse. And as my father would say… they are professionals and should be respected as such.

What I didn’t realize was that I was already American.  My whole soul and being was about being an
American.  I watched Happy Days, played monopoly, and played Atari.  I had ping-pong wars with my brother and played “Around the World”  basketball. For dinner, I had pancit, and chicken adobo and fried rice.  I also had McDonald Happy meals, and drank Coca-Cola. I mimicked the Filipino dialect grasping a few words and spoke broken Spanish.  For breakfast I had eggs with rice and soy sauce. And I drank coffee with my parents since the age of 12.

I listened to my Grandma who my father called “Inay” pray in a different dialect as she kept garlic with her to ward off evil spirits but then she’d pull out vanilla wafers from her pocket to give to us when we were hungry. She was erratic, emotional and amazing all at the same time.  Every weekend she would go dancing.  I wish I appreciated her more when she was alive.  I wish I understood more how amazing she really was.

My mom’s mother would cook fried rice for us every afternoon and we never understood a word she said.  She spoke very little English but she would cook and fold our clothes and tend to us every day.  She was even-tempered, calm and did her scheduled walks.  She would watch reruns of “I Love Lucy” because although she didn’t understand it she would laugh throughout the show.

I was lucky to have two grandmother’s living with us.  They were both different from each other and they cared for us.

My father was strict with us, raising us the best he could and he was a very stern man.  His look always meant business, and he lectured us on life, always guiding us along the way.  He made us work hard all the time. We all learned to play the piano, we would read every day, and had our assignments to tend to (home and school.) We cleaned the house, and the garden and he made sure he checked every time to see if we did a good job. We had scheduled dental cleanings and he would always make sure we learned to cook and pick up after ourselves.  Nothing was taken for granted. In the end we appreciated the structure.  We would set up schedules of chores, checking off each one.

My mother worked hard, working 12 hour days, holidays, etc.  We felt lucky to see her when we could and would wait for her when Papa would pick her up from work.

I thought that it was difficult times, but I realize now that this is what molded us.  We are who we are now because of what we went through.  We were appreciative.

I look back and I think about how growing up made us different.  I am Filipino.  I am Spanish.  And most importantly, I am American.

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The Meek shall inherit the Earth…


Blessed are the Meek; For they shall inherit the earth… Matthew 5:5

When I was a child, I read the bible cover to cover because I was searching for meaning.  I wanted to search for something that was real and good and I remembered a lot, but this phrase stuck with me for many years.

If people could remember one thing…to think twice before you get angry, think twice before you say the wrong thing.  Be mindful of all your actions and most importantly… have empathy.  To truly love you must have empathy.

It’s hard to not be angry sometimes, but the more empathy you have, the more you will think about what the other person may be going through. We tend to think of ourselves… what we want, what we need, what’s good for us.  All you have to do is turn it outward.  Instead, think… what do they want, what do they need, what is good for them.

Lately, I am surrounded by bullying, people bullying others, fighting, the friction, the pettiness.  When people are meek, they are open to the vultures, the bullies, the takers, the opportunists. The meek  is tortured, abused and people take advantage of them.

Protect the meek.  They will inherit the earth. Be merciful.  Have empathy.