Family Matters

January 4, 2015
8:30pm

I am constantly reminded of how loved and lucky blessed I am.

My maternal grandma is staying with us over the holidays (she lives in Ontario with my mums younger brother). Unfortunately, she has been quite sick from time to time in the past two years I’ve been away for law school. In fact, several nights were plagued with nightmares of her passing away while I was still abroad. So you could imagine my surprise when I saw this frail little lady carrying a pot half her body size up a flight a stairs while declaring that the afternoon would be spent making saina and samosa.

She has yet to give her “social media stamp of approval” to post the video journal I made, but here are a few pictures of the three generations coming together to make some traditional “findian” fare.

Saina Is a traditional Fijian dish made with taro leaves rolled in/with a spiced and curried lentil paste. /home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/70a/25091755/files/2015/01/img_9437-0.jpg

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/70a/25091755/files/2015/01/img_9439.jpg

Day 462

Training
another ‘rest day.’ Bah humbug. Out of necessity, not desire.

Tomorrow is deadlift day. It’s decided. I’m sensing a PR…

Nutrition
Macros have been pretty spot on. The weekend required some damage control (unmeasured snacking on some good ol’ natty PB and medjool dates while studying). Managed to even out the numbers though and I’m back on point!

Oh! Had the most amazing quest bar today.
20140410-193843.jpg
so good!

Perfect pre-final exam fuel! It made me happy. Food has an uncanny ability to do that. Food and sleep. And training. I can’t wait til the semesters over. My life will revolve around those three. <3

Schooling
One down. Three to go.

Treated myself to dinner (roast chicken from the rotisserie down the street). It’s tres delish and it’ll take care of my meals til Saturday.. I think :)

It’s only 7:30 pm and I’m exhausted. Which makes sense, I guess… I have been up since 4:30 am ;) … Not working out makes me tired. I’m also listening to some very chill “lounge music” … I think they’re speaking/singing/whispering in tongue. That’s some subliminal shizz right there.

Did you read my poem from yesterday. I read it today. Crazy how moods/temperaments can change in 24 hours.

Grateful through it all. Grateful for you.

Goodnight beautiful people. x

The Silent Killer: A Poem

We are born.
We aspire to greatness

We fight the good fight.
We fight a few bad fights.
We fight against the odds.

Sometimes we win.
Sometimes we lose.
Sometimes we beat the odds.

Either way, we fight.
We struggle.

Mediocrity is the enemy and it surrounds us.

We get pushed, we push back (harder).
We get hit, we hit back (stronger).
We get knocked down.
We get back up again (faster).

….Until the day we don’t.

Mediocrity consumes us.
Or death does.

Either way; we die.

We die, fighting.
We die, struggling.
We die aspiring to be great(er).
We die trying to be better.

Murder in the first degree;
Murder by mediocrity.