As the story has it, I woke up and found myself on the very opposite side of the globe – the flipside. I arrived February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d simply 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, CEO of my own girls-only fitness company, Flipside Fitness, and CEO of my own boxing club, Korea's largest -- Hulk's Club, formerly known as Hulk's Boxing.

After 11.5yrs in Korea, I picked up one day and left. I returned to Toronto, Canada but only to pack up my bags and venture out again. Now I'm living in Makati, Philippines. Life for me is better in Asia and I'm so happy here. This isn't a new chapter in the book of my life though, it's a whole new book I've started!!! I'm a whole new woman. I left Korea 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.

Life is an adventure and this is my story of yesterday.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

The Architect in Me... Sunday, April 17

Was going to hit the pool for some swimming.
Was going to attend the Easter Sunday church service down the street.
Was going to head to the gym and do a lower body weight training session.

Would have, could have... Should have?! But didn't.

I hit the pool but only to linger in the one end and then get out.  Pool was too cold.
Decided not to go to church after I ate a donut, yes that's my excuse, and I ended up crashing off that sugar rush in the Starbucks bathroom.  Holy upset tummy.
Didn't go to the gym because I wanted to work on my business proposal and ponder my next big step concerning it.

Instead, I had a refuel day -- I ate my body weight in carbs.  Okay, so I didn't exactly eat that many carbs but I did have two servings of homemade pasta with beef.  It was pure delish.

Sundays are always sad for me here in the Philippines.  They are suppose to be my one rest day, one day off training, but they end up often more than not being a light training day.

Definition of "light training day" in my world means only one training session as suppose to two training sessions -- no boxing.

They're usually sad for me because I wake up with the instant realization, sudden reality check, that I don't have to get up and rush off to church.  I don't go to church in the Philippines and that only makes me miss my church in Canada all that more -- Grant African Church.  Anyways, Sunday's use to be the day I'd go to church, head out for a beautiful lunch with beautiful company and then I'd often meet up with a friend either for that lunch or for coffee afterward.  I use to love my Sundays, now I spend them in lazy mode, waiting for them to be finished.  Today was a prime example.

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