Confessions of a Fitness Addict

I’m a fitness addict— a fitness junkie. Exercise is my drug of choice and I crave for the pain and intensity it causes. I feel the best when I’m dripping with sweat after thinking I was going to get a heart-attack from a hardcore workout. That feeling lasts all day, all night until my next workout where I die for an hour or so and then I feel amazing again. That is the high of a fitness addict.

Confessions of a fitness addict:

  • When I heard my cyclist-coworker’s wife gave birth to their first child, the first thought that came to my mind:

    “Omigod. He won’t be able to cycle as much anymore…”

  • I can get up at 5am for a workout no problem but for anything else… good luck. It’s usually me screaming at boyfriend to wake the fuck up for our early rides or workouts but on other mornings, it’s usually him unsuccessfully trying to drag me out of bed. Or him jumping angrily out of bed after I’ve snoozed my alarm for 2 hours. He always complains how I have such a hard time getting up for anything except working out.

I have found iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me. It never runs. Friends may come and go but two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength, Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, its impossible to turn back, the iron never lies to you.

  • Naps are fun. After working out early in the morning, I may get to work early, power nap in the car until 10am then I will drag my groggy-self into the office and microwave my Americano that got cold during my nap. Sometimes, I’ll come back in the afternoon and take another power nap in the car.
  • I crave for pain. Being in my current mindset, I sometimes don’t understand why other people don’t find excitement in doing the Grouse Grind or biking/running up a really steep hill. Whether I am planning to do the Grouse Grind, go for a long, hard and hilly bike ride, 100 burpees or a Crossfit workout, it’s that painfully satisfying feeling that I’m constantly craving for. If my mind is set on working out, it better be hard or I won’t be satisfied!!
  • I think 6-packs and huge muscles are overrated. Too many people I know train to get big and buff but then they go out and party, drink, smoke and do drugs like no tomorrow. This really proves that just because you are ripped does NOT mean you are healthy. People who live a healthy and balanced lifestyle inspire me— not their bodies.
  • Social media is a dangerous tool. It saddens me when people gain so many followers because they post images of themselves working out and eating clean but again, they are constantly smoking, drinking, partying and doing too much drugs. Not to mention the those who are sickly skinny and only workout occasionally but aren’t really committed into the lifestyle for the right reasons. I understand that people like to show off their progress but it makes me sad how naive the world is. Uneducated people (and people who only want to be skinny) should not be the center of influence just because they occasionally workout. On the other hand, nice bodies DO motivate people to get fit and be more mindful of what they eat… so it really comes down to how stupid or not stupid you are in finding your own way to do it right.
  • I spend too much money on workout gear. Because I’m afraid of running out of clean clothes on the days I get too lazy or forget to do my laundry. You can never have enough sports bras, bike shorts, tank tops and socks. But it’s the most well spent money ever!
  • I really learned my lesson this year and have been very careful about over training and recovery. I use to ignore random pains and continuous aches but now I get them treated by making sure I make my physio and RMT appointments and taking rest days. I’ve been battling with a tight IT band and knee pain for the past couple of months and it was not fun.
  • I’m boring because health, fitness and cycling is what I live for. Sometimes when I’m supposed to be socializing, I don’t want to be talking about anything except for health, fitness and cycling. Sometimes I feel like I cannot connect with people because we have such different mindset and interests. I don’t care about boating, beaching, tanning and designer purses. All I want to do is ride my bike, lift some weights and eat poutine.
  • I think I am somewhat of a judgmental fitness snob. But I don’t care. There are so many things wrong with the fitness industry.

Are you a fitness addict? What are your confessions?


    Things I Can’t Live Without


    I would use to get stressed out because I could only roll at the gym (where there is only ONE good roller) but now I can enjoy that pain in the comfort of my own home.

    Foam Roller

    One of the best things I’ve ever done was buy a foam roller which I keep conveniently in my livingroom. I roll every morning, every night, when I’m watching Netflix, all day, everyday… and it feels. So. Good. Foam rolling is self-myofascial release a.k.a. self-deep-massage to loosen up and provide relief to knots that form in your muscles… which hurts like hell but it’s pain you can’t live without.

    Magic Bullet

    Unlike most people, my Magic Bullet hasn’t died on me yet despite constant use (crosses fingers). Like everyone else, I contemplated getting a Vitamix (and a juicer) but decided that I’m extremely happy with my Magic Bullet, mainly due to its convenience and the fact that there are less dishes to wash. I love being able to blend my shakes and then taking the cup to go with me. Plus I hate cooking anyway so I don’t think a Vitamix would ever live up to its value in my household. My memories consist of hating the blender at my parent’s house back in the day because I’d have to wash that huge thing after every use so Magic Bullet it is.


    Our bikes live with us in our cozy apartment and I wouldn’t have it any other way. One of my requirements when apartment hunting was that I’d be allowed to bring my bike up (and NOT kept in a bike locker). I actually want to hang it up in my bedroom right in front of my bed but for some reason, Boyfriend is against it. I think he’s jealous.


    My roadbike is my baby! Along with my workout gear, those are my posessions that have totally proven their value… and they better because performance gear is so expensive. My baby is actually at Boyfriend’s house right now in Burnaby and I haven’t been able to get her in a week and I seriously think about her everyday. Plus I just bought and brand new wall mount for her so I can hang her up smack in the middle of my apartment and she’s not here. Wah. Life has never been so empty.


    Gmail, drive, calendar, maps, search, Google, Google, GOOGLE!!! Enough said. If Google ever dies, I would probably die along with it. There was one time Google went down and all you can hear is my sister and I frantically screaming, “omigod!! Google is down!!!”


    Although I’m not a huge fan of cooking (I would rather eat), Norwex makes me enjoy cleaning. Norwex are microfiber cleaning cloths that don’t require any chemical cleaners at all which is great because I’m also trying to rid my apartment with as many chemicals as possible). They are embedded with micro-silver that kills all the bacteria caught in the cloth and they make cleaning so much faster and easier. Plus I can’t imagine using a regular dish cloth without laundering it after every single use (and that’s not practical at all). Norwex is a lifesaver!!

    What can’t you live without?


      Pink Road Army: Do You Hate Pink?

      I will get offended if you call me a girly girl. I hate chick flicks, chit lit and romance novels. When a sappy scene in a movie comes on, I usually pick up my phone and go through my social media feeds because sappy sweet talk is so ZZZZ. What about those scenes when the world is about to end but a couple just has to stop and make out for 5 minutes?! That stuff drives me crazy and I’m sure Boyfriend is sick of me yelling, “omigod! they need to die” every time. Yes, I know I am cold-hearted and have no appreciation for sappiness. I didn’t even watch The Notebook until last year and thought it was meh (actually, I forgot what it was about already).

      Don’t get me wrong, I love dressing up and LOOKING girly …but my girly is usually a mix of edgy so that it’s not all frills and lace, which definitely does not suit my personality at all. That goes with workout gear as well.

      Forever Cycling

      I owned a number of bikes growing up and they were mostly pink. I definitely did not DRESS as a girly girl though. Mom should have just gotten me a psychedelic rainbow bike… that probably would have suit me better back then.

      Remember those days when we were little girls and rode Barbie-pink and white bicycles with floral decals, tassels on the handlebars and a pretty basket? These days, I have to admit I would rather look more aggressive on the road, with gear that is dominated by more masculine colors and blacks. Why is that? Sometime I wonder if I am sub-consciously denying my femininity because cycling is such a male-dominated sport. I mean I LOVE my bright pink tops when I’m at the gym or when I’m running I use to run— but why not when I’m on the road. It really just doesn’t seem like a “roadie” thing. Why??!!

      Is it because pink is unfortunately associated with weakness and passiveness? With Barbies, blonds and airheads? And since cycling is a male dominated sport, is it because I feel as if I need to fit in with the masses?

      There was an article published a couple of weeks ago on The Guardian, Why must cycling companies saddle women with pink? which argued that all the pinkified cycling gear saturating the market is leading to a less assertive riding style for women which is also compromising their safety.

      Why do girls need to prove that they fit in with the guys?
      Why do girls feel the need to assert their femininity and separate themselves from the guys?
      Why do some girls hate pink?

      T-Mobile team and some guy in pink spandex.

      Look Ma! Guys wear pink too!

      I don’t think the problem here is pink, rather, it’s choice. Clothing is a form of expression and there simply isn’t enough choice for women when it comes to cycling gear. Everyone has different styles, some love pink, some hate pink, some are indifferent.

      But the market is saturated with pastel pinks, baby blues, lilacs, florals, psychedelic swirls and PINKS and although there are neutrally designed gear for women, there are not many choices or they are ridiculously expensive, especially for a casual cyclist just looking for something functional to wear. I’m sure there is a market for both so companies need to start catering to all women.

      Me? I am NOT anti-pink! I love embracing my femininity and I do love wearing [certain shades of] pink. Although I prefer to wear more neutral gear when cycling, I will usually have a subtle hint of pink on my cycling jersey or gloves, a pink or red sports bra peeking out or maybe even pink socks. And the problem is maybe that I’ve never seen the perfectly-fitted jersey in the right shade of pink yet either.

      I’ve never noticed it but sub-consciously, I think I do it to stand out in a male dominated industry— I only wear pink when working out but I don’t have pink in my daily wardrobe. I don’t want to be one of the guys nor that girly girl but somewhere in between; I’m female after all and have no shame in embracing my vain girly self. And when on the road or at the gym with a bunch of guys, it’s great to be visible as a woman who can lift as much or bike as fast as they can… or even more. Harharhar.

      Hints of Pink

      Hints of pink at the gym and on the road.

      Here are my thoughts to companies that develop women’s cycling gear:

      • Don’t stop producing pink gear! Some of us still embrace pink even though there are those that think “pink is not cool.” Not everyone feels the need to be cool. *insert sad face here*
      • The shade of pink really matters. Pale and pastels  ain’t that great yet hot, bright pinks are awesome and bold. They are still feminine yet shocking. Love it.
      • Floral designs, swirls, psychedelic prints are harder to sell but I’m sure there is a small market for it. Just because I’m the kind of girl who says, “I wouldn’t be caught dead in that” doesn’t mean I’m speaking for the general population. But again, design has to be thought out carefully and not just plastered on a jersey just because it looks good. As a designer, I am biased but some companies obviously need to hire better designers.
      • Pinks can be extremely shocking— great for visibility on the road but not psychedelic enough to cause accidents.
      • Pinks can be integrated into designs more tastefully. Especially if balanced out with more neutrals or if hinted subtly.
      • Aside from pink, women loves all colors as well from bright yellow, orange to lime green, red and blue.

      And since we are talking about cycling, my dream bike would be matte black with hints of shocking pink and bright yellow or lime green. All black bikes are too masculine, don’t stand out enough and I dislike red and blue bikes. I can’t hold in my inner girly self! Also, my favorite workout tops are my bright pink Under Armour and Nike tanks and long-sleeves and I wish they had back pockets so they’re more functional when I cycle. Those tops are perfectly fitted and a nice, shocking pink that’s not pastel or pale. What about you?

      As a blogger, all my #VainMirrorPics come in handy. it helps my blog entries look a tiny bit more interesting. Perfect reason.

      As a blogger, all my #VainMirrorPics come in handy. it helps my blog entries look a tiny bit more interesting. Yes, perfect reasoning for my vain-self.

      Pink is just another color and I’ll continue wearing it because I think I look good in it (at least way better than the clown costume). After writing this entry, I think I’m going to start wearing my pink tops more often when cycling (except that it doesn’t match my bike… Sigh. Must not be vain. Must not be vain.). In the end, if you feel good in something and it gives you confidence, fuck what everyone else says and just do it!

      How do you feel about pink?