Monday, April 30, 2012

Welcome welcome!


Hello, dear reader. And welcome to my little blog.

You’ll learn more about me in time, but for the present you’ll need to know the following:


1.  I am a personal trainer. I’d still consider myself relatively new, as I’ve only been training for just under a couple of years. I’m never satisfied with my current knowledge, and I’ll continue to immerse myself in resources on nutrition and training since its what I love. And it pays the bills. Some of the bills, at least.

2.  I like to self experiment. Not in the evil scientist way. But I would never ask a client to do something I haven’t either tried myself, or have had some experience with. What works for me may not work for you, but my experience may help inform your own experiments.

3.  I try to be critical of what I read and see on the internet (as should you, dear reader!), but things can get a little crazy in this field. Everyone has the answer; everyone is an expert. About everything. Bob Harper, Biggest Loser extraordinaire, doing Turkish Get ups? According to my very recent HKC, not so much. Fruitarian lifestyle? Um, I’m glad 30 bananas a day works for you, but I have a little voice inside that says it might not be the best idea. This voice comes from my liver and asks me very politely to stop drowning it in fructose.

4.  I very much enjoy being a bad ass. Not in the tattoo covered, motorcycle riding, cursing like a sailor sense (though I am from Brooklyn, NY, which gives my lifelong street cred), but in the, “Yeah I can squat my bodyweight and do a chin up at the playground, in yo face!” kind of way. If that’s not your idea of bad assery, well…you’ll come around.

5.  I will probably include too many asides in the form of parenthetical statements. Sorry, but they are often hilarious and will not be eliminated. (Also, if you don’t enjoy a little sarcasm now and then, then its best we part ways before this relationship gets too serious. Goodbye forever!)


As much as I try to improve my bad ass fitness abilities, I get hung up tasty foods. I love food. But, if you were paying attention from before, you’ll also know that I love nutrition and self experimentation. I also once gained about 25 lbs my freshman year of college (oops!!) and it took me a few years to get back to a healthy weight. I don’t regret the experience, since it helped me discover my passions towards health and nutrition…and food. (More on this in the future...patience, dear reader!)

So, I am currently 12.5 weeks away from becoming an official Mrs. Chens. Bad assery aside, I want to look stunning on my wedding day! It’s time to buckle down and get myself on track towards looking and feeling my best. No, I will not be dieting. Remember, I love food and heavy lifting, and “dieting” supports neither of those. No, I will not be going “Paleo.” I’ve found that limiting my dietary choices based on someone else’s guidelines is certainly easier for me in the short run, the restrictions still makes me feel like I’m on a diet. Plus some of those “naughty” foods have their place in contributing to my overall happiness and life experience, and I’m not ready to give them up forever.

From my self-experimentation so far, I know what I need to do for the next 12 weeks. It’s being able to figure out what to do for the rest of my life that’s the tricky part.


Wooden spoons. Great in a pinch, but who wants a splinter in their tongue?

Oh and what’s with the the little spoons thing, you ask? Excellent question, and here is the equally excellent answer: I love them. One whole section of my utensil drawer is filled with a variety of tiny spoons. Some have longer handles than others, but none can really hold any more than a teaspoon at a time. You can only take the tiniest bite with each spoonful, and it forces you to savor the flavor and the experience of the food you are eating. On the downside, they are horribly inconvenient for shoveling food down your throat. But, I feel like I could do with a little more savoring in my life. You probably could too.

Until next time,

Jamie