By Mariela Rosario | 07/10/2009 - 14:26
This health challenge has opened my eyes up to what I can accomplish when I put my mind to something. It has also made it clear what my weaknesses are (mainly wine and chocolate, in that order). But the most important thing I've learned through this process is that health and fitness isn't just a 90 day project, it's a lifelong commitment—just like marriage.
By Dorkys Ramos | 07/08/2009 - 16:25
And so the Latina Staff Health Challenge comes to a close, but my personal one is far from over. Throughout these 90 days I saw how it was possible to gain weight if I kept on top of things and then how easily I lost it if I so much as skimped on a meal. The frustrations came in when after gaining several pounds within the first few weeks, I lost a couple just as fast. I had to banish my scale to underneath the bed when I saw how much importance I was giving those numbers. That constant up and down affected my motivation to keep trying.
By Angie Romero | 07/07/2009 - 17:54
Well, kids. I’ve come to the end of my 90-day health challenge. At times it was hard, others it was damn near impossible to keep up. But somehow I did it, and for the most part, I’m proud of myself (I could’ve held out on those churros, but alas, you only live once). Not only have I gotten over the whole skinny fat girl trauma of not being able to wear sleeveless clothes, but I think I’m at a point where I can rock a bikini and feel comfortable (I did buy some new cute ones on my last trip to Rio).
By Angie Romero | 06/29/2009 - 13:05
While at home in Ecuador on vacation, my dad and I made a promise to each other: we are going to exercise regularly. Of course, I’m already doing that as part of the health challenge, but somehow making a promise to papi makes it all that more official—I can’t slack, especially since I know that he’s swimming his heart out three times a week for an hour.
By Angie Romero | 06/22/2009 - 11:50
I'm not a sucker for appliances, especially those seen on TV that claim to do everything in seconds (I live in Manhattan, which means my kitchen is teeny, so I try not to clutter it with useless crap). But this is something I just had to get because it sounded like the coolest thing since the George Forman grill—and it is!
By Dorkys Ramos | 06/17/2009 - 15:05
I never learned how to cook like my mother: a pinch of this, a dash of that and somehow her sazón would come out perfect every single time. She can taste whatever is bubbling in the pot and know exactly what’s missing. Not me.
Growing up, I’d throw mini feminist rants saying, “I’m never becoming a stay-at-home mom to cook for a man!” It would only be fueled by my dad’s old-school claims that once I get married, my husband was going to bring me right back as soon as he learned that I couldn’t cook. “Well then I’ll marry a chef!” I’d say.
By Mariela Rosario | 06/12/2009 - 12:30
So the last two weeks in NYC have been absolutely miserable and I hate to admit it, but I've totally fallen off with my workouts! Luckily, its supposed to be sunny this weekend and I'm going to use the respite to get my butt back into motion by taking a run in the park. Even though I've managed to keep the weight off without my regular workout routine for the last two weeks, I really miss the way that keeping my body active made me feel—especially the extra energy and the strength I had begun to build.
By Angie Romero | 06/08/2009 - 18:00
This is a tough one. Not going to lie. I’m home in Ecuador on vacation. I came here for a dear friend’s wedding and, as you can imagine, everyone is trying to feed me, particularly that liquid diet, if you know what I mean.
By Dorkys Ramos | 06/03/2009 - 14:15
Over the course of a rough 2008, I lost an alarming 10 pounds. Not much to some, but when you’re already treading through underweight territory, it can be downright dangerous.
My wake up call finally came late last summer, the morning after I’d weighed myself in at 76 pounds. I nearly blacked out in the middle of the street on my way to work and spent the rest of the day in the hospital. As bad as my immediate diagnosis was (a scary combo of starvation, dehydration and exhaustion that lowered my blood pressure), I had a tougher pill to swallow several weeks later.