We know those quick weekends over to Hong Kong where it seems like every restaurant is packed with amazing options not in Dongguan. imagine having so many choices available and trying to lose weight at the same time.
We know those quick weekends over to Hong Kong where it seems like every restaurant is packed with amazing
options not in Dongguan. imagine having so many choices available and trying to lose weight at the same time.
I am in trouble. I’ve just moved to a city that is spoiled for choice when it comes to food. I’m not
talking about food that barely scratches the surface of pleasure. These meals hit the spot every single time.
Michelin fine-dining, check. Real chocolate (not the generic kind) desserts, check. Authentic Cantonese
cuisine, check. Crepes to-die-for, check.
You get my point.
Whereas in the past, I never had to worry or watch what I ate because I made up for it by burning thousands
of calories while teaching my fitness classes. Now, I’ve had to decrease the intensity of my classes to
adapt to crowds that have never exercised a day in their lives. As a result, I hardly break a sweat when I
teach. Combine this with the hunger to explore and eat everything that this city has to offer and I think I
I feel my triceps softening, as they rub against my body when I walk. I’m finding it increasingly
challenging to locate selfie angles where my face does not look round. And when taking full body shots, I
have to hold my breath and suck it all in.
I actually don’t really care. I mean, it is so worth it. My new friends laugh at me, saying how deprived I
have been. Truly, the hunger and gluttony is insatiable and I do not plan to stop.
However, bearing in mind that I am a self-respecting woman who also loves her body and fitness as much as
food, I vow to now do the following:
1) Be a lot more active.
Ok, I will admit it. Ever since my move, I have been quite lazy. I blame it on cable. Yes, I have cable that
actually works and I also have a very comfortable couch. Privileged enough that I do not have to work, I
spend most mornings with my legs up, drinking tea while watching Discovery Channel, CNN, HBO and Star Movies
(Mr. Limowa jokes that for the first time ever, I do not have to get my news from Facebook).
I want to continue watching television all morning, but from tomorrow, I will not be on that couch. I will be
running in place, squatting, lunging, crunching, bridging, planking or lifting weights. Yes, all that jazz.
The moment I set my ass on that couch, TV time is over. I think that might work.
2) I will eat half of everything on my plate.
I’ve said this before and it has been my go-to method to control weight gain for many years. It is a win-
win. I get to eat everything my heart desires, and give the other half away or pack it up for the next day.
It is going to take a lot of will-power to stop after eating half of everything—I do feel bad wasting Mr.
Limowa’s hard-earned money, but then again, he was the one who wanted a sexy wife.
It is going to take a lot of will-power to stop after eating half of everything—I do feel bad wasting Mr. Limowa’s hard-earned money, but then again, he was the one who wanted a sexy wife.
3) I will drink more liquids.
I will always down a delicious bowl of clear soup before every meal. That will satisfy my initial hunger, so
I will not ravenously devour my main course when it comes.
4) I will talk more.
When eating out with my friends, I have been told that I often fall silent once the food arrives. In my
defense, good meals demand full respect and concentration. Still, in an effort to eat less, I will try to
chat more and chew very, very slowly. Like this, I will only be partially done when everyone else has
finished and will then feel bad for making them wait. Hence, I will stop eating.
5) I will try to walk more.
I have an irrational fear of walking on the streets of China. This stems from an incident that happened 12
years ago after first arriving to Dongguan. I was out taking a stroll when I was mugged from behind—and
dragged across asphalt for a good block or two—by hooligans on scooters.
Ever since, I go out of my way to avoid walking outside, instead driving everywhere, even if my destination
is only a mere few minutes away by foot.
Now that I am in a new city, I am going to finally try to put this ugly incident behind me. I may appear like
a crazy woman, looking over my shoulder every few steps I take as I vigorously clutch my belongings for dear
life, but hey, I could lose a few more pounds this way.
It is often difficult to find a balance between enjoying life and staying fit. Food is comfort, sustenance
and socialization. Being fit is a reflection of one’s own expectations and discipline. These are my
struggles. Whatever yours may be, I wish you the best of luck.