Breathing in London

Quick update: I loosely stuck to the 3-day diet regime. By loosely, I mean that I stuck to it for breakfast. I still lost 4 pounds in 3 days and have kept it off!

Sometimes in life, you get the same advice over and over again and then one day, it really does sink in.

When I had my corporate job and was jetting off every week and managing a busy personal and social calendar on top of that, I was in a constant stress loop. I felt like Jack Bauer rushing to beat the clock. Kind of like this guy. Now, there are always crazy busy periods in life, and if you are doing things you really love and enjoy, by all means. If years and years go by…well.

We as a society (maybe I mean major U.S. metropolises) have gotten addicted to being busy. It is a badge of honor to be stressed. Heroic to pile things on and still have it together. I used to feel this way as well. I ended up looking like shit, feeling like shit, and staying up late at night sweating fearing there was no escape and yet hoping I could just unlock a clue that would lead me to real happiness. Continue reading Breathing in London

3-day military diet: Day 2

Two days ago, I started this 3-day military diet. It wasn’t a gesture of unkindness to myself. Rather, I wanted to bring some of a meal plan discipline to my life. All of this was further spurred on curiosity. Can you really lose 10 pounds in 3 days while eating hot dogs and ice cream? F’real???

On day 2, I woke up at 5am and had breakfast at 6am, which made the prospect of a long day of calorie-restricting pretty daunting. I told myself to try to stick to it, but by the end of the day, I was exhausted, dizzy, and cranky. It just wasn’t worth it. My happiness was not a good trade-off for this diet, so I gave in and ate until I felt somewhat normal. I still lost 0.9 pounds. 3.6 pounds total in 2 days is not bad! Continue reading 3-day military diet: Day 2

3-day military diet: Day 1

My time in London is about being alone, diet, exercise, thinking (the right way), and wellbeing. One of my goals is to lose some of the weight I’ve gained over the past 2 years.

A while ago, I was researching diets and came across the 3-day military diet. Apparently, it’s all the rage on Pinterest and other social media sites. The idea is that this calorie-restrictive diet allows you to lose weight quickly while continuing to eat a balance of your favorite foods like ice cream. There is a set meal plan for the first 3 days, and during the following 4 days, you eat anything but stick to 1500 calories per day.

On the diet front, I completed day 1 of the military diet yesterday. I lost 2.7 pounds on day 1! A lot of that is water, I’m sure, but potentially not all of it.


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Kundalini, the yoga of awareness

I took my first yoga class at Equinox my freshman year of college, and I have been a regular practitioner since 2004 (ok, with a pretty long gap in the middle somewhere). There are few things I feel that I absolutely need as part of my daily and weekly routine. The only three I can really think of are coffee, yoga, and writing. Meditation is in there somewhere, but I can definitely fall off of that sometimes. Unless the long bouts of catatonic staring at the wall count.

Kundalini is a unique form of yoga, known as the yoga of awareness.

“The primary objective [of Kundalini] is to awaken the full potential of human awareness in each individual; that is, recognize our awareness, refine that awareness, and expand that awareness to our unlimited Self. Clear any inner duality, create the power to deeply listen, cultivate inner stillness, and prosper and deliver excellence in all that we do.” –Kundalini Research Institute

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Stillness in London

Most people go to the Himalayas or a similar setting to sit still (I may still do that later!). I’ve chosen London. Like Pico Iyer discusses in this Ted Talk, he was somehow inexplicably drawn to Kyoto. After spending many years traveling and flitting around, he had a sort of revelation and moved to Kyoto. In a similar way, I am drawn to London. It gives me a sense of ease. My plan is to not really have a plan and sit here for up to 10 days, being alone, reflecting, reading, watching philosophical things, and cultivating a sense of mindfulness. Appreciating time and space. I relate to the notion that you have to be in the right frame of mind to travel. For these reasons, I’ve been traveling the world, not to see things and check things off the box but to really open myself up inside. I’ve been drawing energy from landscapes and friends.

Also, I’m doing something called the 3-day military diet. That’s for another post. Let’s see how that works. It sounds extreme, but I’m not doing it in that spirit. I find that when there’s less motion and stuff and generally more space, I really don’t need to eat as much. Usually, when I eat, it’s more to calm down my nervous system or because of some social situation.

4 hours in Trapani, Sicily

Departure day arrived. One of the Italian families wrapped up with the kids and nanny and left on a 6:20am ferry. We were the next to go at 9:55am. We agreed to meet the third group, leaving Marettimo at 11:50am, in Trapani for lunch before heading to the airport.

Trapani is a cute town and was at one point the heart of the trading network stretching from Carthage to Venice. We spent the first two hours walking through the Old Town and along the coast talking about life, progression, careers, love, self-improvement, and the ways we limit ourselves. Cuore a cuore, if that’s something people say in Italian.

Then we met up with the group at Osteria La Bettolaccia, one of these Italian slow food restaurants. It was…AMAZING. Last meal in Sicily.

Bufula mozzarella
Bufula mozzarella
Amazing seafood couscous
Amazing seafood couscous
Seafood and eggplant busiate
Seafood and eggplant busiate

 

 

Marettimo in Sicilia

Marettimo is one of the tiny Aegadian Islands off the northwest coast of Sicily. Population is 300 to 700 depending on the season, and the community thrives off fishing and, to some extent, tourism. This is neither international nor domestic tourism. Rather, these are mostly Sicilian tourists from the town of Trapani, about as local as it gets. It may be the first and last time in a century that people have seen an Asian person. I was happy to provide some entertainment.

From Palermo, I took a 1.5-hour bus ride from Central Station to Trapani, where I met my good friend Liuda, who had arrived from Rome. We then hopped on a 1.25-hour ferry ride to Marettimo, where her friends have a house. Continue reading Marettimo in Sicilia

18 hours in Palermo

As soon as I entered the Stansted Airport terminal, I was transported back in time and to another space – Italy. I wondered if only flights bound for Italy flew out of this terminal. The cafes advertised espressos and Italian snacks and sandwiches. We had already left the UK behind.

It was cold that morning, and it felt like winter was approaching. As I boarded my flight, I was further transported. Clothing circa the 1980s or early 1990s, if I’m being generous. I wondered if I was the only non-Italian (maybe non-Sicilian!) on the plane.

As the plane touched down in Palermo, there was a boisterous round of applause. We had not weathered any turbulence or faced any delays, so I wondered what that was all about. Then another round. Encore. And then a third?! Continue reading 18 hours in Palermo

Sleepless travel days

My internal European flights had to be paid for out-of-pocket (vs. miles). Woe is me (yes, sarcasm). I’m grateful that I’ve been able to travel around the world with minimal flight costs…now, the incidentals have been out of control on my wallet. I think I need to create a budget. Apparently, the consensus is that you can travel the world for $12K/year. This currently equates to my monthly expenditure even though I’m not paying for flights or accommodation. Yes, I need help and a reality check.

My behavioral observation is that when you’re saving so much in one arena, you believe you can spend more in another category. My bombastic-ness and tendency to do everything in extremes exacerbates the situation. Well, there’s time to adjust. No biggie.

London to Cologne

I trudged with many transfers by public transit to Stansted Airport in London. I had slept 4 hours and was massively hung over. I had stayed in bed for nearly the entirety of the day wondering why I do that to myself. With stone-like death stare, I dutifully followed the directions to the airport and ended up at the Germanwings counter, where the woman informed me that I had been upgraded to first class. My face was motionless. “Did you hear me?” she asked, smiling expectantly. Continue reading Sleepless travel days

My friends/family in Cologne

We have inner foundations. Some are stronger than others, and it is often formed by early childhood experiences. Some people will always feel “okay” at a base level even when weathering difficult and uncertain periods of life. They believe they will get through it and have a support system they know they can rely on. Others may have accumulated their millions and billions and yet feel that at any moment, they might become impoverished and end up living on the street. I am certainly in the latter category.

Part of why I’m roaming the earth alone and to see friends is to understand my place in this world. Where do I belong? Who do I know? What sorts of relationships do I have? Which do I want?

My time in Europe has been nourishing in that respect. Friends have shown me so much love and support without judgment, without asking for anything. It is really nice to be the person being taken care of for once, but it’s also a new feeling.

The open invitations to London, Germany, Sicily. Spa day. A simple takeaway dinner. Waking up at 5am after 3.5 hours of sleep and being willing to drive me 2 hours to the airport (which I of course said NO WAY to). Inviting me to just chill at the family house in Mallorca, basically indefinitely, to collect myself. All the information for my trip to Sicily. Helping me figure out where to go and what to do. Brainstorming with me about crossing the Alps and offering me gear and guidance. Patience. Listening. More than listening, making me feel heard.

Thank you for being better than friends. I feel much safer, and my foundation is a lot more solid because of you.

My time in Cologne, Germany

My Chelsea London nest

The heat wave in NYC was creating a meltdown. I was happy to fly across the Atlantic to London, a city of beauty, elegance, and history. It’s a city where I can breathe.

In times of transition and crisis, there are a few people I know I can turn to for nurturing, guidance, and unconditional support. My friend Ludmilla is one of these sage souls. A true Italian mamma, everything was prepared for me detoxification and rest when I arrived at her apartment – the “nest” – in Chelsea, one of London’s poshest neighborhoods. Continue reading My Chelsea London nest

New York, I love you from a distance

Now that I have some distance from you, I can see you more clearly. I don’t feel you in me grinding my bones. Metal on concrete on bone. People on people. Maybe you’ve changed. Maybe I’ve changed. Most likely, we have both changed.

The NYC of my youth was gritty, fun, wild, and lonely at times. Open. Hard but not devastating. The Village was still a neighborhood. Things had more character. The city felt personal.

When I was 16, I got my first fake ID in Times Square. “Julia H___” from Maryland, making good use of the “Spanish name” I insisted I had to my teachers in pre-school. It was a time before the biggest of billboards were up, and everything was shady as F. Continue reading New York, I love you from a distance

Indian-Italian wedding

I spent the last two days at an Indian-Italian wedding in Old Greenwich, CT. The ceremonies were traditionally Indian, sprinkled in with some Italian flavor.

The other day, I learned of someone who is 28 and has been to 300 weddings. That seems somewhat impossible… But whatever. I’ve been to very few. Maybe I’m just not very popular. Instead of groaning and thinking ugh…it’s wedding season like many popular people, my reaction is more like, wow, someone likes me enough to want me to be part of one of their most special days. Cool!

OMG, oops. My flight to London is boarding! I guess I’ll be back in like 9ish or so hours.

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I’m back. I slept more than I have in years. Anyway, back to the wedding… Continue reading Indian-Italian wedding