Friday, September 13, 2013


"Grandma, why do you have to exercise so much? You can wear whatever you want!" 

These backseat interrogations from my granddaughter always unhinge me. 

After cackling loudly I almost pulled over to tell her face-to-face that my exercising has less to do with vanity and more for my longevity. Instead I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of her in the rear-view mirror. 

"Grandma wants to be healthy to see you grow up, watch you graduate high school, drive your first car, go to your first dance, go to college." 

A few months ago I read an article, Sitting Is The New Smoking, that torched my butt into action. How arrogant of me to believe that running and lifting weights after work 2-3 days out of the week were giving me health points? While I was patting myself on the back all these years I was slowly killing myself. 

I'm one of thousands sitting in the corporate cube farm spending 8 hours a day in sedentary mode. Let's not count the hours after work when I'm hunched over my computer editing photos or writing. Slitting my wrists would've been a better alternative at accelerating the suicidal route I chose. It sounds melodramatic but when I delved into the study it opened my eyes to the error of my ways.

So I made drastic lifestyle changes with my diet and workout regimen. I set up an alarm on my calendar that reminds me to "Stretch, biatch!" every ten minutes. I do single leg squats, yoga stretches, and upper body exercises with a resistance band. My half hour lunch isn't wasted with work but walking or running down the hill, sometimes to the beach. (I work one mile away from the beach, hello?) 

Not one day goes by that I'm not moving--running, walking, kickboxing, interval training, weight lifting, yoga, etc. 

When my cousin, who had sciatica, asked me to run in his place for the Disney 10K I didn't think twice. The last time I ran the Disney race course was 2 years ago when I ran the Disney Half Marathon. Running this 10K was what I needed to put all my recent lifestyle changes to the test. 

With everything in my life ---races, goals, dreams---the euphoria of crossing the finish line is better than any drug I was addicted to. Whatever you're struggling with today don't give up. The finish line is just around the corner. 

(Sidenote: Forgive my blatant use of the "hang loose" sign. I get carried away...)

2 TIMOTHY 4:7 
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013


There’s a common misconception people express when they find out I volunteer my time, donate my finances, and devote my life to fight against human trafficking with My Refuge House. I often receive the same response, “That’s so awesome! I wish I had a cause to fight for. You must feel really good about yourself.”

I’m still at a loss for words when I’m in this situation. How do I tell people that fighting against human trafficking isn’t about feeling good and getting the “warm fuzzies?”  

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