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I knoooooow! There’s no SY update yet, but it’s comin. Also lightweight embarrassed by the lack of footage, but I was. Getting. My. Life!

Transformation updates in tow! I kinda passive aggressively acted out at my job and I also lost 17 pounds using intermittent fasting (but mostly from illness)! It’s not good but I’m still excited! YAAAAY!

Plus, ya girl keeps buying BTS merch and kbeauty, so I need to share it with somebody (ᵒ̴̶̷᷄ωᵒ̴̶̷᷅*•) )੭⁾⁾

I’ll post as quickly as I can…prolly without obsessive proofreading LOL!

Transformation: Four Year Plan

During the hardest moments of my depression, my co-worker was talking about getting her master’s degree.  Our CHRO was encouraging her and they’d openly talk about which colleges to attend.  I liked that.  It gave me hope and I wanted to be a part of it.  In my head, pursuing a Master’s would help my depression, and at the very least, keep me so busy I’d lose track of it.

*Gets on her soapbox* Honestly.  Our education system sucks.  Who said the best way to learn is to study an unholy amount of reading from a dry, over-worded textbook from a bunch of PhDs that have lost contact with reality and to complete the accumulative of 200 pages worth of writing and group projects (just for one class!), none of which reflect actual writing and team assignments in the workplace.  Adult learning is about bite-sized information that can be reinforced with experiences and on-the-job use.  If we can only remember 10% of what we’re taught, why are they cramming all this excess into our heads?! *kicks her soapbox away*

So! On July 23, 2016, I wrote a plan that by the time I’m 35, I’ll have my Master’s, be SHRM–CP and IPMA-HR certified, conversational in Japanese, Korean and Spanish, and live a healthier life.

Now for the big reveal!

As of October 7, 2018, I have completed my Master of Science in Human Resources Development and I am SHRM-CP and IPMA-HR certified.  I know most of the Korean alphabet and Japanese Hiragana and Katakana, including some sentence structure.  Spanish…well…um…we’ll get to it eventually lol!

It’s a damn shame.  My mother has been living in Mexico for years and I don’t even try to speak Spanish while there.  In fact, I took over five years of Spanish only not to use it and to forget it all.  But! One of my Spanish teachers said I have great pronunciation! *finger hearts, pew pew!*

It’s time to finish the rest of my plan!  This is a very exciting moment because I’ve been dying to get back to language learning *whispers* and healthy living…I guess, but more so language learning! How will I do it? I think I’ll start where I left off!

Each week I’ll complete a chapter in the Genki I textbook and workbook, starting from chapter 3, and I’ll include writing practice with Japanese Hiragana & Katakana for Beginners workbook (Tuttle).  Since I’ve done so well memorizing the Korean alphabet, I’ll start level 1 of the Talk to Me In Korean Workbook series and return to the Simple Korean workbook for writing and listening practice.

I can mold Spanish language learning around my other studies with apps such as Memrise, Duolingo, and Lingodeer until I find a workbook that I like.  I can take spare time, such as during my lunch break, to complete short levels in either of the apps.

This plan may sound rigorous, but it’s really easy.  My biggest hurdle is my memory, so the last thing I want to do is overload myself.  Since this plan is my own, I can change it however I need to fit my learning style.  If I have to take a break, or I have to take more time on a certain chapter, I will.  Notice, I do not have a structured schedule with calendar dates and time periods.  I’m trying to stay as flexible as possible.

I can’t end this entry without talking about how I’ll tackle healthy living…though I really want to *sarcasm* LOL!

*Whines* Healthy living is haaaaard.  I want to eat all the gummies, popcorn with extra butter, tacos, pizza, and bacon.  Hell, I’m drinking peach soju as I write this.  I was planning to buy hard cider next pay! LOL!

I had lost 11 pounds doing a modified One Punch Man workout and intermittent fasting, then I gained it all back during the holidays last year! Since this plan worked for me, I owe it to myself to give it another shot.  It really curbed my cravings and appetite, and helped with digestion and bloating.  I did have a boast of energy, but I’m Pisces.  I’ll always find time for a nap.

What I’ll do is cut out fast food and most sweets (touch my gummies and I will die).  I’ll have a breakfast shake in the morning, eat lunches prepared at home, and not eat anything after 5 PM.  Intermittent fasting requires me to only eat within an 8-hour window, some windows are shorter, but the remaining 16 hours must be for fasting.  Also, lots and lots and lots of water.

I primarily drink water.  There I said it! I freakin love it.  A girl loves her hard cider and flavored soju, but I’m usually chugging water.  I cut pop years ago, before intermittent fasting, because it would make me feel sick.  Strangely enough, the change in my diet clicked and I’ve never looked back.  This gives me hope that I’ll find the same with better eating habits and exercise.

What also helped to burn fat was using 30 minutes to exercise:  the modified One Punch Man workout.  Every day, I’ll do push-ups, crunches, leg lifts and squats, then increase the repetitions by 5 each week.  So, at first I started at 25 reps, but by the next week, I was doing 30 reps and so on.  Eventually, I got to 80 reps before I went eff it in-front of all the holiday foods.  It’s my desire that I get to the hundreds so I can have toned arms, stomach, thighs and bum!

Wish me luck! This will be a lonely journey as no one that I know, I MEAN NO ONE, is eating healthily.  I work in human resources so there’s always food.  I’m about to be knee deep in Halloween candy and the holidays are around the corner.  Please wish for me to keep focus because I only have about 1.5 years left to accomplish my plan.  I need to be able to look back and say, I did that, in four years!

Transformation: How Do You Love?

This February I want to challenge myself.

February is all about love.  Think Valentine’s Day:  Chocolates, cards, sweets, Kdramas and the like.

It just so happens (lucky me!) I’m a part of a Facebook group (a heavily BTS biased group, but embraces multifandom too) that does various events for camaraderie.  This time, they’re having a Valentine’s Day edition card exchange! Perfect! This will get me out of my comfort zone and interact with different people around the world (Yes! I’ll be sending cards to the UK!).

Coincidentally, I’ve already given a lot of thought about love.  What is it, how does one portray it, how is it possible to exude love after building up defenses?  It doesn’t seem easy, but I wanted to try to understand and be more loving.

I’ve always thought myself to be a bit difficult and hardened towards other people.  This February,  for the card exchange, it would be great to challenge myself to show love to people I don’t quite know.

Hopefully, you know by now that I love me some RM.  I’m still recovering from Mono. and one of his singles Forever Rain (I listen to it every day y’all).  In it he says:

“I wish it rains all day
Cuz then people wouldn’t stare at me, yeah

Cuz the umbrella would cover the sad face
Cuz in the rain people are busy minding themselves.”

Genius Lyrics

We individually hide our feelings from each other as if we’re scared to be honest, afraid of ridicule (hence the scary faces in the MV and RM’s desire to mask his emotions in the rain).  This is silly because we all have the same feelings and we all share similar experiences.

When this album came out, so many people appreciated RM’s honesty.  Plenty of people experience depression, dissatisfaction with life, and a myriad of other emotions within the album. Why can’t we show these feelings outwardly in hopes to connect with other people who need help too? And why can’t those people be honest and reach back? It’s like we’re afraid of each other.  We shouldn’t be.

Soooooo, I hate when people ask me how are you cause I’m obliged to say “I’m good and you?” Well, I’m not good! And if I told you, would you listen? Or would you feel inconvenienced? Did you even care to know in the first place or are you just being cordial? It sucks! I should just start saying, “I’m terrible! I have uncoerced mood-sings, I don’t want to be here and I’m unhappy with my life!” Shake things up a bit! Lol!✧(σ๑˃̶̀ꇴ˂̶́)σ

This is why I’m challenging myself. Love is the most powerful force in life.  It shouldn’t be complicated or withheld from someone that needs it. So my cards all have love in it, within the body of the message, stickers, and salutations. I’ve been saying I love you more to family and friends, but now I’ll make a bigger effort (Since it’s February/Valentine’s Month, I can get away with it without being creepy lol!).

Hopefully, these cards will hit the spot and I’ll learn something from this challenge.  In the very least, I want to be able to say the word “love,” more often.  Every little step towards love, loving others and myself, will be excellent progress. I’ll give an update when the event is over with some additional remarks.

I love you!

It’s over the top, but I had fun making it! The front of the card is to the right. The PC and heart confetti goes inside! Uwu! (ෆˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈ෆ)

PS:  Cause I love Forever Rain soooooo much, I’ve added some analyses for your viewing pleasure ❤

Transformation: The Pains of Therapy

I left an easter egg in the first post of the year that I was seeking help for my depression, and I found a counselor.

Luckily, my employer offers an employee assistance program (EAP) that covers up to five counseling sessions free of charge.  These counseling sessions can be for anything, depression, grief, marriage, etc.

Take it from an HR professional, don’t snub your nose at EAPs! If an employer has a good EAP, use it! They’ll help with dependent care, child care, legal assistance, health concerns, financial assistance, you name it! They’re designed to people balance their work and personal lives.  Better call them!  ೕ(˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑) 

It took me a loooooong time to commit.  I just felt embarrassed and insufficient for therapy, like my depression wasn’t heavy enough for a counselor.  I literally was measuring how critical my depression is compared to what I believed warranted therapy.  If it’s not that serious, why waste the counselor’s time?

Also, I have a fear of being vulnerable.  I’m nervous and tense every day to the point that my shoulders always ache.  Usually, I’m anticipating being rejected by someone who doesn’t like what I say, how I think, what I do, etc.  If I can’t be transparent or if I’m nervous about the counselor, how was therapy going to help me?

Swear, I’ve been working for the same employer for the past 15 years and no matter how many staff meetings we have, I’m ALWAYS nervous to speak.  I mean lip quivering, hands sweating, word fumbling nervousness.  It’s actually at a staff meeting that the co-worker complimented me on my style.  She did it out of kindness because it was painfully obvious my anxiety increased 1,000 fold when I had to explain to her, the new girl, and all (EIGHT!) of my other co-workers (that I see almost EVERY DAY!) about my job functions.  She helped complete my sentence and gave me a compliment to calm me down.  By then, most of the group was having side conversations.  She effectively ended my nervousness without anyone noticing. ٩(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)۶

A mood swing at work stopped my over-thinking and I reached out for help.  It was all web-based, through their client portal.  I had to submit a request for counseling and describe why.  The EAP then sent me approval via email with the name and number of a recommended counselor… then I requested someone else.

I knew that, with all of my anxieties and inhibitions, I’d never open up to someone I didn’t feel comfortable with.  I really feel social prejudices and systematic racism also affects my depression.  I needed to confide in someone that could understand, so when I learned of an African American counselor that helped a co-worker through the loss of her father, I asked the EAP to connect me with her.

Now that my fifth counseling session is tomorrow, I can say it’s been an incredibly tough journey.  I cried a lot and had two anxiety attacks, but the fourth counseling session reeled me in a depressed state for three days.

Like usual, the counselor asked me how I was doing and conversations lead to me stating that I question my self-worth.

“Do you call it that?”

I said yes, and she asked why.  I couldn’t be honest, so I summarized my value amounted to the usual issues of self-image, feeling valuable…and I trailed off.  I started to get emotional thinking of all the horrible things I’ve told myself over the years.

The counselor stood, got a whiteboard, told me we HAVE to explore what I’m upset about and instructed me to write it all down so we can discuss each one.  I cried badly because I felt I was laying myself bare to be ridiculed.  I had to face in writing that I’ve told myself I’ll never be pretty, intelligent, strong, interesting or loving enough for anyone else AND that no one loves me.  The counselor, another human being, was going to judge me for it.  It hurt like hell.

I cried my eyes out for at least 15 minutes and tried to stall until the hour was up! I was like 8-year-old destroying tissue and hiccupping over something I didn’t want to do.  I didn’t even finish the list.  I just wanted the whole notion to disappear.  The counselor reassured me that I could take my time and that there’s nothing wrong with expressing emotion (cause I was legit crying all over the place!).  She even gave me privacy…which may not have been a good idea if I didn’t have some self-control.  I almost erased the board before she could see it! “Ψ(≧ω≦)Ψ“ *cackles*

“You wrote ‘pretty enough.’ You must think you’re pretty, but not pretty ‘enough.’  Define pretty.”

What do you say to that? I didn’t have a good answer.  I mumbled about being fat, not having an attractive face, that my aesthetic isn’t portrayed in media, that black women aren’t seen as desirable.  She dispelled the rest, but not the fact that the odds are stacked against black women in dating, “I’ll give you that.” But, she challenged me to define pretty and to tell myself that I am pretty and why then we’ll begin tackling the rest of my list.

I remember crashing in my bed and crying myself to sleep.  I was so emotional and downtrodden at work the next day that I really could’ve called off and stayed burrowed into my bed.  When I tried to affirm that I’m pretty, oh my god, the tears! How could I say that?!

But, after pacing myself and steadily trying,  I had a breakthrough.  It started with just, “I’m pretty,” without choking up.  And over a few days, I realized that I can’t trust and force myself to measure up to other peoples’ definitions of pretty.  This was probably why the counselor wanted me to have my own definition.  So many people believe certain things are attractive, how can I be all of them at once? And, if people aren’t being honest with themselves, I can’t wait for them to validate me.  Some people think fat people are sexy, but they’ll never introduce their fat lover to their friends or family because they’re embarrassed and fear being shamed.  How is this a healthy measurement?

I realized my definition should be absolute:  I’m pretty because I am.  I’m not limited to other people’s standards and I can’t counter this logic with negativity because as long as I’m alive, I’m pretty.  I can choose my own standard so I choose something infallible.  I’m just pretty.

“You need to love yourself.”

I began to connect, “I’m pretty because I am,” AND because, “I love myself.”  It’s the icing on the cake.  It’s that added touch that will make accepting my new-found logic a bit easier.  Not only can nothing take away my prettiness from existence, but loving all parts of me will make the work ahead with the counselor a bit easier.  I’ve by no means conquered these issues.  I’m not cured.  I’m making progress.

So tomorrow is the fifth and final session covered by the EAP and we’ll have to decide if I should continue therapy with the counselor on my own.  Although these sessions have been rough for me, and almost felt counterproductive, the progress, even by this much, has me hopeful that I’m on the road to recovery.  I’ll hold on for a bit longer…hopefully the price is right lol.


 

It’s my desire that anyone reading this will learn that therapy is great at any moment in life.  Attend as many sessions as you see fit, but don’t ignore the signs.  Recognize when you need help and don’t discourage yourself.

Also, the purpose of this entry is to give a realistic depiction of the hard work necessary for therapy.  Therapy is not an immediate solution, but a way to guide you to recovery.

Sorry for the long post, but hopefully, there are some takeaways.
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Transformation: I Choose…Piercings!

*in the key of out-of-touch adult* I remember when bar piercings were aaaaaall the rage! My friend had gotten one and damnit, I wanted it too.  The bar earring crossed the upper portion of her ear at an angle, one cartilage piercing to another, and it looked rebellious.  Not sure if my friend knew I wanted cartilage piercings, but she definitely wouldn’t have told me to wait over ten years!

But, that’s what I do.  I have no concept of the length of time that has passed and I ruminate on the endless possible outcomes of a decision I have yet to make.  There were so many worries that I dragged my feet.

“This isn’t appropriate for a business environment.  Who will take me seriously?”

“I’ll look silly when I’m old.”

“Last thing I need is to be perceived as immature.  I’m a grown ass adult!”

“With my luck, I’ll finally get a keloid.”

“I gotta wait a year before changing the earring?! But, but accessories!”
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What I needed was spontaneity.  So when my niece happened to ask me to take her for her first tattoo, I got the chance to stop my decade of mulling it over!

What’s funny is I didn’t act nervous or indecisive.  I walked right over to the piercer’s studio without a care.  This was not at all ten years in the making! *dismissive laughter.* “One here, one here and one here.” is what I told him and emerged, after GREAT EXCRUCIATING PAIN, with one helix and two matching earlobe piercings.  Ridiculous lol.

Notice that I’m so into KPOP that I wanted a cartilage piercing AND enough ear lobe earrings to feel like an idol.  Plus! I can switch out the cartilage stud with a hoop to feel closer to Jimin. o(≧∇≦)o  #kpoptrash

Am I worried? I’m actually quite excited! I finally took a chance and bet on myself.  During all the wasted time, I became extremely comfortable avoiding as many fears as possible that’s why I’m in a dead-end job or so my 19-year-old niece tells me.  All of my visions and inspirations were easily overwhelmed by unnecessary anxiety and defeatism.  Now I have to believe in myself AND my choice.

There’s more to life than what my eyes can narrowly see.  Most likely I missed out on plenty of rewards.  Although these piercings are a small step, perhaps by gambling with the fate of my precious left-ear, I’ve learned that…it’s not so bad.  I’m having fun and enjoying the endless possible outcomes cause I still got a year before this bitch is healed.  I’ll just adapt if necessary and keep it moving.

So was it worth it? Absolutely.  I’m wearing what I want to work WITH a bomb ass helix piercing.  It was finally time well spent!

Helix Piercing


Photo Credit:  Davepiercer (instagram)

Transformation: I’mma Wear What I Want To Work!

In my quest to have fun and enjoy life, I’ve been making little choices to try to be as much of myself as possible at work.  You know what it’s like in a business environment, you have to play the role and dress the part.  Luckily, I work for a public agency with a business casual dress policy.  I’m taking some liberties! *cackles*

Shout out to the new employee that literally told me she liked my style and asked where I shopped.  She’s about as big as a minute so my response was completely unhelpful, but she got my head swole. My fashion must be right!  Thanks! ( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡

In preparation, I donated a large portion of my wardrobe to the Salvation Army.  They came with a truck to pick-up what must’ve been about 16 bags of clothes, housewares, and random media.  Then, I called up my girls Torrid, Forever 21 and H&M cause their plus sizes fit nice, but I realized I was wearing more of the same.  I needed something different, so I went to searching and found Shein, The Limited and Zulily; I got reacquainted with Modcloth and SimplyBe clearance; then, I took a chance with my bank account on Eloquii and ASOS cause they’re hella expensive.

Lord Jesus, save me from Shein.  They have everything I could ever want for the cheap.  The sizing can be unreliable for bottoms, but all of my tops fit perfectly.  *Rambles* Why is their jewelry so cheap?  They must know I love earrings.  I have more hair accessories now than I know what to do with.  Help me! (ó﹏ò。)

After charging half of my credit card limit, I look fly as hell, but there is a method to my madness.  If time is a resource, your job has already taken much of it.  When do you have time to be yourself?  When I shop, I have two categories: work clothes, and weekend clothes.  Work clothes are generally conservative and look like your coworkers.  Weekend clothes generally express who you are.  Why should I only express myself on the weekend?

In terms of self-care, by the end of the day, there’s very little time for yourself.  For me, treat yourself got very real.  I was also tired of my job dictating my life, not only my attire but also my behavior.  As someone that felt that I was living in a box, my inner self couldn’t take the restraints any longer.  I needed to express myself!

It’s most difficult for parents to manage their time.  They have to take care of their children before themselves.  Any time after work concerns their children be it feeding them, cleaning up after them, helping them with homework, running errands for them, administering medical care, doing their hair (braiding that natural hair!), the list goes on.  Self-care and time for other necessities take the backseat.  The love between parents and their children is beautiful, but my heart goes out to parents.  Don’t neglect yourself! (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ

So take a chance! Embrace your inner self.  If your job requires a uniform or business professional attire, take some liberties.  Get that trendy hairstyle you’ve wanted!  Put on some statement jewelry or wristbands.  Match some bright ass pumps with your suit.  Wear some hipster socks! What’s your coat look like? It’s drab. Buy a new one that sets you apart from your coworkers.  As you can see, there are many ways to express yourself through fashion at work.  We all live once.  We should be able to enjoy ourselves and our time here.

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Transformation スタート!

So, I just celebrated a birthday, and I came to the realization that a third of the year is almost gone and I have yet to enact my 2017 vision board!

New Year’s Eve, me and my geeky, funny and totally creative friends got together to bring in 2017 with booze and crafts! Perfect combo.

Hindsight is 20/20:  I should’ve used glitter.  ( ु⁎ᴗ_ᴗ⁎)ु.。oO

This brilliant, fluorescent, awesomely curated vision board is indicative of a person fed up with a stagnant life, of not taking chances for fear of spontaneity and the unknown, and is ready to admit she hasn’t acknowledged her potential.

I’ve dreamt of losing weight most of my life, of traveling the world, and when I was a kid, I would pretend I was multi-lingual. (Alone! Cause that would be embarrassing.  I could’ve grabbed a book, but what’s the point in that? lol)

This is ingenious.  It’s golden! Please take a minute to imagine a kid randomly saying, “Bajaba, it-kapa jaba bahaka. Gah, JAHAGA!” It could’ve been happy, or angry, or whatever a 10-year-old feels LOL! (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)ノシ))

It helps, too, to become financially stable and, above all, to just love being myself.  I’m done.  It’s time for something new.

Transformation Attack has been years in the making (especially with my slow Ent-like track record lol).  This blog is a celebration of embracing who I am through health, life choices, geekiness, random exclamations and reactions to experiences, both personal and political, and hopefully I’ll make some connections along the way.

This page will transform with me, over time.  I hope you enjoy.