As the story has it, one day I headed to the opposite side of the globe – the Flipside. I arrived in Asia February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d do a year, then leave. Years later and I’m still here. I went from being some random foreign girl to taking on labels I never imagined – university professor, film extra, professional boxer, reality TV star, CEO of my own girls-only fitness company (Flipside Fitness), CEO of my own boxing club (Hulk's Club, formerly known as Hulk's Boxing), and now I'm launching my 3rd business -- Empowered Clubhouse.

After 11.5yrs in Korea, I then picked up one day and left. I returned to Toronto, Canada with Flipside Fitness on my brain, Hulk's in my heart, boxing in my bag, and my four-legged friend Balboa Button by my side. But then I left again. This time it was for the Philippines. That's where I'm at now, living in the land of the happy people.

The struggles are real and the struggles are many but I'm living life on my terms, I'm calling the shots, and I'm doing what I love. Life is an amazing adventure and this is my story of yesterday.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Maybe Food is the Root of All Evil... Thursday, January

They say you shouldn't go grocery shopping when you're hungry, well, you shouldn't also go buying anyone food either when you're hungry.  For me, when I'm hungry, it also means refraining from walking through any and all food courts, staying away from any store that has any kind of food in it (even those overpriced stands in the subway), and most definitely staying clear from sitting beside anyone that has food.

I get hangry when I'm hungry and can't eat.

Usually it's a lack of money in my pocket that stops me from eating.  I often forget my wallet at home.

I didn't forget my wallet today though and what did I do.  I walked through the food court in the Eaton Centre, just missed the subway so then I had to stand 5 minutes by the subway stand, and then I got on not only a subway but also the bus and someone eating food in both the subway and bus sat beside me.

BUT, the hardest of it all was buying a certain someone lunch and having to trek it back home, Sherbourne and Bloor, from downtown Queen and Yonge.  Carry it back home, inhaling the glorious multitude of fantastic smells that escaped it's cheap take-out container while it's juices then seeped out and splashed out of the bag an onto my hands.  I publicly licked my hand and wasn't the one bit embarrassed.  It tasted fantastic.

Black pepper beef with glorious spicy chicken, on a bed of oh-so-perfectly boiled seasoned broccoli.  

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