Working out for the Wedding.

I would first like to say that I am not working out JUST for the wedding.
I really am on a journey for a healthier life style!
I think the wedding was sort of a kick in the pants for me though...haha.
Get the Jillian Michaels DVD I'm talking about right here on Amazon!

Also, the workout that I am doing is called Jillian Michaels: 30 Day Shred
She's the mean lady on the Biggest Loser.
If I don't workout, I have nightmares of her getting mad at me...
I LOVE this work out! I heard about it from my cousin, and then I kept hearing things about it from my friends, so I had to get it!
It has 3 levels. Level 1 is for beginners, level 2 when you're ready for more, and level 3 is killer awesome and hard!
The work out is 20 minutes, but she talks in the beginning and end and stuff, so it turns out to be about 27 minutes. You don't need any equipment either! You can get hand weights, OR you can use cans, or water bottles.

Can I have a testimony in working out? Hahaha.
Seriously, I can't even tell you guys how amazing it is to FEEL the difference.
I'm not trying to brag, really, I'm just so amazed. I guess it's something I've never really felt before, sad but true. 
After I worked out tonight, I was thinking to myself, "Am I REALLY even making a difference?" then I thought about how many people have noticed.
Then I thought of how far I've come!
I remember after a week and a half of doing level 1, I was like, "I'm ready for level 2! I can do anything!"
I tried it and was like, "Hah, just kidding, I don't mind doing level 1 for the rest of my life..."
I could not even finish level 2 work out, I barely made it past the warm up!
I really thought I wasn't ever going to do level 2.
Then there was a pause because I got sick. 
I didn't work out, and I was slightly scared to sleep because Jillian might visit me. 
I was even thinking(in real life) about how I would explain to her(in my dream) how I was sick!
So I healed (mostly), and I could feel how easy it was to just...not work out tonight, tomorrow tomorrow.

I'll work out tomorrow. 

But I knew I couldn't let myself do that, I have goals! A quota, so to speak! 
After 11 days of not working out (and no visit from Jillian, thank goodness), I did level 1, which was day 19 for me!
It was still a work out, but it felt...routine? Almost like I was bored of it!
I literally have the whole thing memorized of level 1.
My favorite part is when she's like, "I have 400lb people doing jumping jacks *pause* so can you."
No idea why.

Anyway, I was ready for something different. 
I remember while doing the cool down of level 1(day 19), I was thinking to myself that this is probably what it feels like to become stronger. I could feel it. I was ready for more!
So I started level 2, and I made it through!
Though I had to take some pauses, I still managed to get through it! I was amazed.
And today, during the work out I was thinking of how far I've come and how good it felt!
While sweat bullets dripped down my face.

A lot of the time when I workout, that song from the Disney movie Mulan pops into my head.
"I'll Make a Man Out of You" 
I think because at that part of the movie Mulan is over coming a huge obstacle in her life.Or maybe because I love that movie and that song.

Anyway, here is my version of the song! Some parts you have to stretch it out a little, haha (:

Let's get down to business - to defeat this fat

Muscle I will build, I am sure of that
I'm the saddest person I've ever met 
When there's a limit to what I eat
Soon the chub on my body, I'll defeat

Running through the city
Think I might just die
Sweat in every place
This is my last goodbye
Then I see the finish, I'm nearly there
and I know I'll make it through
I keep telling myself, "Just Do."

I'm never gonna make my goals!
Say goodbye to my new jeans
Why was I a fool for thinking I could win?
I think I'm close enough!
Hope this brownie goes right through me
Now I really wish I'd magically be slim!

Chorus:
We'll be strong
We will work out and get in that outfit
It won't be long
Till we have a healthy habit
We'll be strong
With all the strength that we have earned
Those millions of calories we have burned

Time is racing toward us till the event arrives!
Working out every day, saying "I will survive"
Finally I will be fit
I am strong, and I can do
Anything that I put my mind to.

Yes we can!
We will make it through!
Your life span
Will double because of you!
You are strong
And all you need to do is just start
Before you know it, you will have gone so far!


Is your mind just blown? So was mine!

Thank you everybody for your support! I love you all!

Chris and I: A history Vol. ii

Welcome back! I know you are all dying for the next part of the story!
If you haven’t read the first part, please go here and read it: Chris and I: A History Vol. i
That way we are on the same page! (:

Let’s pick up where I left you all hanging…

He walked into the room, and I stared. I’m not one for staring, nor do I believe love at first site.
But, oh man, I thought to myself, “He is the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen…”

If this was a movie, my jaw would’ve dropped and I would’ve drooled.
It’s not though, so as a civilized human being, I acted like nothing happened.
I turned back around and decided that this was the best class ever, and I would be attending it more often.
I think I introduced myself, I don’t remember.
But his name is Chris…

A couple months passed and I attended the class a few times…more than a few…many? Many times?
I saw Chris a couple times there, but not as often as I had hoped.
But I wasn’t visiting that class just for him, no sir! I was there to….
Okay, I admit it. I just wanted to see him.
I sound like a crazy girl with a crush! I seriously am not the stalker type! Really!
I just didn’t know him or anything about him.
Who was he? Who is this guy that everyone knows except for me??
I blame it on my curiosity.
I mean, I give the credit to my curiosity. (:

It’s about to get good!

One Sunday…
It was magic. I don’t remember how it ended up with just us two, talking in the hall way at church.
But it was just that.
I was trying to explain a talk I heard by John Bytheway to Chris.
Something about taking a jug to church, and he was playing stupid, and taking me literally.
I was trying to explain that it wasn’t a real jug, a spiritual jug!
He acted confused, which then made me confused…
I learned that he grew up right there in Rosemont, that he took French in High School, he was going on a mission, and he knew everyone I knew!
Seriously, who was this guy?! Why have we never met??
I finally got his attention, aaaand frankly, it never left after that. Hahaha.
(Chris confessed to me about a month ago what was going on through his head during this particular conversation, it was something like this, “I’ve got to get her number, I’ve got to get her number, I’ve got to get her number……hmm, naaah, I’ll just stalk her on Facebook.”)
Aaaand he did. He threw a friend request my way, and I accepted, joyfully.
We messaged back and forth on Facebook.
Him, trying to get me to “hang out” with him.
Me, trying to play hard to get.
We were recently looking back at the messages we sent to each other and folks, it is adorable.
Cheese filled. I couldn’t stop laughing.
He really was trying, and I just kept denying him…nicely.
Finally, I agreed.

The rest is history.

The end.
*cough cough*
I mean,

The Beginning. Our Beginning.

Oh! And to reward your patience, I’ll tell you our first kiss story!
Bonus! Haha.
I know you are all dying to know!

What was it? Date 3, I think. Maybe 5. Maybe 1. I don’t remember the details…
But we were at the Tiber light rail station about to walk me home. And we were hugging for a while.
We were standing there (I’ll show you exactly where if you want me to), and I wanted to kiss him.
I’ll say it once, I’ll say it again! I wanted to kiss him!
I thought to myself, I’ll ask him. I’m such a genius.
I looked up at him, “Chris?”
He looked down at me, “Hm?”
Nah, Sabrina, don’t do it! You don’t ask, that’s so weird!
“Nothing.” I looked back down.
What are you doing?! Ask him!
I looked back up, “Chris?”
That boy looked back down at me with his beautiful eyes, “What?”
You nut, Sabrina! Don’t ask him!
I looked back down, “Hah, nothing…”
Sabrina! Why are you being such a chicken?! Now you’re being a real weirdo!
For a third freaking time, I looked back up at his face, “Chris?”
He was already looking down at me, “Yeah?”
It was like I had a little devil and a little angel on each of my shoulders, arguing!
I looked down again, “Nothing, nothing.”

Fourth time is the charm, right?
I slowly moved my head up to look at his face again.
By this time, I think he figured it out and...
WHOOP, there it is!

Fin.

Chris and I: A history Vol. i

I thought I would tell you all the beginning of Chris and I.
A little history of this adorable couple.
But before I get into how we met, I want to give you a history on…well, me.

Now, I have lived in Sacramento most of my life. I say most because there was a time when I was about 7 years old that I lived in Northern Salt Lake. Lasted about 6 months.
Okay, I’ve lived in Sacramento all my life.
I’ve moved around inside Sacramento a lot. I mean a lot.
Roseville, Rancho Cordova, Elk Grove, Rosemont, Elk Grove again…there was a time I lived in Ione, but I consider that part of Sacramento anyway…but it’s not. I know.

I also want you to know that I spent most of my years as a teenager in the Sacramento Cordova Stake.
I’m talking from 12-14, and then 16-17. (I lived in Elk Grove in between there when I was 15, and I moved to Utah when I was 17.)
I participated in a lot of youth activities in this stake, including the temple jubilee.
I met a lot of people, made a lot of friends. I really thought I knew all the youth in that stake. I thought I knew OF everyone, at the least!
Oh, but how wrong I was…

Let us go back to the year 2010. Seems like yesterday—wait a minute, I sound like an old person!
Omgosh lol brb rofl wtheck u r dnt thx ttyl
Young again! Haha.

It was February of 2010, I was 16 ½.
I can’t remember the reason(inspiration perhaps?), but for some reason my Dad and I were attending the Brighton Ward Sacrament meeting. Afterward, Nathan Dyke came up to me and was trying to convince me to go with him to second hour Sunday school.

History of Nathan and I:
Nathan is my age.
Nathan was my dance partner in the temple jubilee (awkward little 12 year olds, you can imagine).
Nathan’s older brother and my older sister dated.
Everything between Nathan and I was awkward. We were awkward friends, but friends nonetheless.

I was completely sure I was not going with him to second hour, and if you knew Nathan, you wouldn’t go either. Hahaha, I’m kidding, Nathan is a nice boy.
But that doesn’t change the fact that I was not going with him to second hour…until my Dad stepped in, oh boy.
My Dad. My Dad. My Dad.
My clever father suggested something to Nathan about my phone number…yay!
I was suddenly so eager to get to that Sunday school class and to get Nathan and my Dad away from each other as soon as possible before Dad started slipping Nathan my digits.
I literally started pushing Nathan out into the hall, away from my padre, and then we were off to that class.

We got to the classroom, and I knew pretty much everyone there.
I sat down like a normal person.
I conversed like a normal person.
Everything was ordinary.

I’ve noticed that when things seem ordinary in my life, they’re actually not.

The door to the classroom is off to the left diagonally behind us.
I heard it open.
Naturally, I was going to turn my head to see who it was.

AND WHEN I DID I KID YOU NOT, PEOPLE, MY HEAD TURNED IN SLOW MOTION LIKE IT WAS A MOVIE.

He walked into the room, and I stared. I’m not one for staring, nor do I believe love at first site.
But, oh man, I thought to myself…

This is where you are going to hate me.
I’m going to leave you in suspense.
I love you all, but until next time!

To be continued…