An Escape from It All... Friday, August 12

I spend so much of my time at the hospital. I’ve been trying to head out to Toronto for boxing but it’s been so difficult to do so. Here’s what my schedule has evolved into...

6am – Wake up, get ready, head out for my morning run.
7am – Arrive at the hospital, help my mom wash up and wake up my dad.
8am – Breakfast with my parents in my mom’s hospital room.
11am – Run home (13km round trip run), shower and eat lunch.
12pm – Make a separate lunch for my dad and brother to eat.
2pm – Bike it out to Extreme Fitness for weight training.
4pm – Return home, shower and eat.
6:30pm – Make dinner for us all to eat.
7pm – Return to the hospital
11pm/midnight – Return home.

Cooking continues to be such a hassle. My brother, father and I all eat so differently. My brother is all about fast food – pizza, hamburgers, French fries, my dad is all about reheating the leftovers from my mom’s hospital meals or whatever is easy to eat like cereal, and I refuse to eat any of that stuff. Trying to convince them to eat healthier has been quite the task but if I carefully disguise what it is I’m really cooking my dad will try it.

With Canada grocery shops all stocking beautifully wrapped up spinach (which is quite opposite from Korea’s nasty ripped-right-out-of-the-ground-looking spinach) I’m on a huge spinach kick so I’ve been incorporating spinach into all my meals. My dad says he hates spinach but little does he know it was spinach in his omelet the other day, spinach in his pasta today, and spinach in his whole wheat tortilla shell yesterday.

We all went grocery shopping today so I tried to conveince them to buy healthier meal options and insisted they buy various fruits and veggies. My dad is old skool so he’s all about not wanting to waste what food is already in the house and lately he’s been obsessed with throwing everything into the freezer. I understand but he really needs to check the expiry dates cause salad dressing from 2005 is surely only going to kill your salad and leave your tummy turning. I figure I’ll eat my own meals and then cook something separately for the two of them to devour, so when my brother wanted to buy three pizzas and my dad wanted fried frozen fish, I agreed. I’ll cook it for them but doubt I’ll let it touch my lips.

Ran into an old friend of the family who stood looking at me, repeatedly telling me “You [Amy] still look exactly the same.” And I thought to myself, gosh I hope not! If I still look exactly the same from 12 years ago when she last saw me I must be doing something terribly wrong. If my dad wasn’t there right beside me I would have blurted out “but I grew breasts, for starters”, mind ya I also kind of lost them because of boxing… hahaha.

Ran into a Korean that knew me, well knew of me… very cool! I was standing at the front desk at Extreme, talking to one of the trainers when this Korean man walked by and said “Hey Cheonan sports girl, fighting!”

I got fitted the other day at La Senza (women’s underwear and bra shop) and was told I was too small for their sizes, chest size that is, not cup size. I have a 30inche chest but their sizes start 32inches.

Was told I was “so beautiful” by my mom’s new night nurse. I joked with her about it, telling her “and you’re an Asian so I know you know what you’re talking about”… hahaha. Gotta love the Asians!