Cambios, Fotos

31, Rancho Park & maintaining

this is why alfred is one of my best friends

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been tracking everything I eat. I did this, along with tallying up the points value of those foods, while I was trying to lose weight with Weight Watchers. As I got the hang of eating the right foods, I stopped actively tracking as I continued to lose weight and eventually reached my goal weight and WW Lifetime status

I’ve been in maintenance mode for a year and a half. I’ve been semi-successful. I gained 10 pounds back. The first 5 came back pretty easily. I alluded to that in February. The next 5 came back in the late spring/summer.

I’d be dishonest if I said the weight gain didn’t bother me. I explained this to Stacia in the comments of her post on pre/post pregnancy self-image.

I don’t have a pre- and post-pregnancy view of my body image. I think I have a three (maybe four) broad views. There’s the me I knew for so long as always overweight, which I still thought was beautiful. There’s me as I lost weight over the course of a year. There’s me at my low weight. And me now about 10 lbs above that. If there’s a time when I’m most stressed about my looks, it’s probably lately…

[Stacia replied and asked if it the stress was wedding related.]

Nah, it’s not about wedding stress so much, at least not yet. I think it’s more about some pants not fitting and feeling like this extra weight is keeping me from improving and being a stronger runner. I also think this anxiety about any weight gain probably is going to be with me for a while. I’ve never lost a significant amount of weight and everything you hear is “it’s gonna come back… plus some!” I don’t want to undo the work. And frankly, I did feel more confident and better about my body 10 lbs lighter… but I’m a stronger runner now. Strange.

I’m not actively trying to lose weight while training for the Long Beach Marathon, but I don’t want to gain more. Enter tracking sans points and limiting eating out to weekends. I didn’t realize I was snacking so much, especially when bored at work and late at night after dinner. I don’t think snacking is bad, but I need to eat more nutritious snacks and reign in my sweet tooth. After all, I do want to get back to goal weight, the wedding pressure is no joke.

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Fotos, Música

31, Silao, Guanajuato (BJX) & Mariachi Pop

It's only fitting...

I remember taking this photo. It was shortly after my cousins, Juan and Eddie, had dropped me off at the airport after a short visit with them on their ranch outside of Salamanca. My parents stayed in Guanajuato a few more days enjoying a short vacation planned around my cousin Adriana’s quinceañera. I took thee photo August 12, 2007. What a coincidence. I didn’t even plan that when I chose it; I picked it because it’s the only 31 photo I have in Guanajuato, one of my favorite places in the world.

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Sean and I went to a free show tonight at downtown’s California Plaza. It was the second Friday in a row when I’ve gone to a Grand Performances show. I’ve been checking out GP shows for several years and enjoy the cool and relaxed atmosphere. Plus, it’s nice that the shows are free.

Tonight’s show featuring Mariachi Rock-O (with Mariachi Nuevo Tecalitlán) and Mariachi Mystery Tour was great. The former played rock, pop and soul classics with a mariachi twist. The latter, as you may have guessed, played Beatles favorites.

I really enjoyed both bands. Sean and I joked that we’d love to have Mariachi Rock-O play at our wedding, but I think that’s unlikely given that they’re based in Guadalajara. Still, I’m sure our guests would love to hear mariachi-fied versions of Morrissey’s “Everyday is Like Sunday,” Radiohead’s “No Surprises,” Frankie Valli’s “Can’t Take My Eye’s Off of You”, Coldplay’s “Viva La Vida”, Nacha Pop’s “Lucha de Gigantes,” Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On” (okay, a bit melancholy for a wedding), and Bob Marley’s “No Woman, No Cry” (it is a Jamexican wedding).

Mariachi Mystery Tour, from Albuquerque, put on a great show too. As I listened to them, I was a little bummed my dad wasn’t there. I know he would’ve loved them. I bought their CD knowing he’d enjoy their versions of “Yesterday” and “In My Life.” He introduced me to Beatles songs when I was still a kid. I remember singing along as he played “Do You Want To Know A Secret” on his guitar at parties or around the campfire. The Beatles are the first English language music I remember being conscious of.

I grew up listening and dancing to a lot of traditional Mexican music. I love the sounds of the violin, guitarrón, vihuela, guitars and trumpets in concert. I’ve always enjoyed the classic mariachi favorites and can sing them at the top of my lungs like a bunch of other poch@s trying to prove their Mexicanness. I knew of mariachi, rancheras and Mexican “regional music” well before I developed a taste for American and English pop music. It’s neat to see mariachis dressed up in their trajes de charro and sombreros combining new and old traditions.

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Fotos, Música

31, Camarillo

31 million

I used to join the group lotto pool at work. I knew our chances were slim, but I didn’t want to be the only one not pitching in a dollar. We never won anything and I think the habit died when the person who ran it left after having a baby. So, I’m not filthy rich. I’m not poor either. I’m in a better position than a lot of people.

In these tough times, some songs come to mind:

  • Mayer Hawthorne – Work To Do [listen]
  • Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings – Money [listen]
  • Jenny and Johnny – Big Wave [listen]
  • Aterciopelados – Don Dinero [listen]
  • The Elected – The Bank and Trust [listen]
  • Rage Against The Machine – Down Rodeo [listen]
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Fotos

31, Westwood

I didn't get lucky today

I’ve worked and gone to school in Westwood for the last 13 years. Even then, I still get the streets of Westwood Village mixed up. For example, I can tell you Headlines Diner & Press Club is on Gayley, but I forget the other cross street. Is it Kinross? I’m pretty sure it’s Kinross. I won’t get lost, I just can’t give you directions with street names. I’m good when it comes to landmarks, especially the restaurants that make amazing omelets.

I don’t have any 31 photos before May ’05. That’s when the habit/obsession started.

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Fotos, Randomness

31, Pico Union and summer reading

31 at Hoover and Pico

When I was a kid, I never left home for a short or long car trip without a book tucked under my arm. When my mom would take me to library, I’d come back with a tall stack. My mom would look at me, “are you really going to read all those?”

“Yup.”

I don’t read for fun as much as I’d like to these days, but I still get some good reading done on my short commute to work. Lately, my commute feels too short and I find myself reading my book as I walk up to the office. This summer’s bus reading (so far):

Down & Delirious in Mexico City: The Aztec Metropolis in the Twenty-First Century by Daniel Hernández
I’ve been following Daniel’s blog since he started, I think. I knew this book was coming, but didn’t expect that it would feel so familiar after reading about some of the characters and anecdotes in his blog. I picked up Down & Delirious at a book signing in Lincoln Heights in early March. I read the introduction, but stopped there because I didn’t have time to dedicate to it. I’m glad I picked it up again, because I really enjoyed it. It made me want to return to D.F. for a second trip and re-experience that sense that there was so much going on all the time. It was sensory overload. Hernández is a great writer and draws the reader in as he describes a variety of D.F. neighborhoods, landscapes and characters as distinct as a young fashion designer to a veteran punk. My favorite chapter was “The Originals of Punks.” Another plus: Hernández includes a lot of other texts, both primary and secondary, about the youth subcultures he’s discussing. For the academic in me, it was a good way to round out the voices from the “experts” and the subjects in youth subcultures.

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel
Sean has supplied me with several great comics and graphic novels in the past year and a half. Fun Home is undoubtedly the most literary of all those graphic novels, well memoir. I didn’t know much about Bechdel, but quickly learned about her tragicomic childhood, teens and young adulthood. Tragicomic is probably the best way to describe her stories about her father, his death, her coming out process and other key events in her young life. Fun Home is a quick read; I read it on the long drive back from Yosemite.

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami
Prior to Wind-Up Bird, I’d only read one other Murakami work, his non-fiction memoir on distance running (What I Talk About When I Talk About Running). I liked that well enough and had heard good things about his novels. Still, I had no clue what to expect. I picked up the novel on a quick trip to Barnes & Noble for some camping trip reading material. I got Wind-Up Bird for me and Born to Run for Lori. I didn’t start reading until after the trip, which was probably good because it’s not the easiest novel. After I finished, I was a little unsatisfied and confused. I still want to talk about it with someone especially before I jump in to another Murakami novel.

21: The Story of Roberto Clemente by Wilfred Santiago
Another quick, yet touching read. Anyone who knows about Latinos in baseball, or baseball for that matter, knows about Clemente. He’s legendary for a great reason: he was one of the best ballplayers ever and he was quite the humanitarian. Sadly, it was that desire to improve the world that led to his demise. Even though I knew all about Clemente’s death and the events leading up to it, I was still left crying at the end of Santiago’s 21.

Mixed: My Life in Black White by Angela Nissel
I picked this one off of Sean’s book shelf. (Sensing a theme here?) I read a few pages and decided I wanted more. Nissel is funny and has a way of describing those painful childhood memories that you cried about at the time in a way that makes them seem not-so-bad. She had a lot of those memories as a mixed girl growing up in Philadelphia in the ’70s and ’80s. Even though I’m not mixed, I could identify with some of Nissel’s experiences doing the sorta-militant nationalist thing in college, distrust of “the man” and being color struck in the wrong direction. I may have never gone as far as laying in a tanning bed to get a darker shade of brown, but I definitely envied my brothers who looked much more indigenous.

One Perfect Day: The Selling of the American Wedding by Rebecca Mead
This one deserves it’s own post. As someone planning a wedding and still reeling from the initial sticker shock of the cost of average American wedding, it was interesting to read see weddings from the other side. Mead covers the wedding industry primarily from the perspective of the vendors who sell brides gowns, memories, honeymoons, ceremonies and receptions reflecting her individual taste. I felt something was missing with Mead’s take down of the wedding industrial complex. It’s the same thing I see in blogs… they’re just so, um, white. The US is a diverse place and weddings reflect that, but you don’t get that from One Perfect Day. Still, it’s a good read for some background on how something like the diamond engagement ring came to be part of weddings.

The Dirty Girls Social Club by Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez
Okay. I didn’t read this. I got 20 odd pages in and decided I hated it. There were too many italicized words that didn’t need to be emphasized and sentences ending in, “you know!” It’s going back to the library.

Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen by Christopher McDougall
I’m half way through and so far loving Born to Run. I didn’t expect it to be one of those can’t-put-down books. I borrowed it for an afternoon from Lori as I lounged around at my parent’s house and recovered from a big lunch and a 17-mile long run that morning. Lori’s still reading it so I had to leave it at the house, but as soon as the library opened up Monday morning, I went and picked up a copy for myself. So far, Born to Run reminds me of Michael Lewis’ Moneyball… but switch out minor league ballplayers for Tarahumara distance runners. I’m pretty sure I’ll be done with it well before the due date. And then I’ll be sad because it’s over and I wish I’d paced myself.

Any other suggestions? I still have about 5 weeks of summer left and a handful of half finished books in my bookshelf I hope to tackle.

What are you reading?

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