I am now clinically underweight at a BMI of 18.2. I started out at a BMI of 21.4. Further proof that BMI is bullshit. At a normal weight, my flesh hung awkwardly on my body. Now I look fit; now I look #goals. Most of my clothes fit better now. The ones that don’t — are too loose and were too frumpy in the first place, anyway.
My body fat percentage could be better. I have a bf% of 25%, which is normal but also slightly unhealthy.
I started out at 54.9 kg, at 160 cm. I have a small frame – I’m a petite Asian. I am now 46.5 kg. I’ve lost 8.4 kg, and 8.4/54.9 = 0.15, which means that I lost 15% of my initial weight.
In imperial units, that’s starting out at 121 lbs, 5′ 3″, and losing 18 lbs. I now weigh 102 lbs.
I look amazing; I feel amazing.
I am very pleased with my weight plan so far. It has been quite simple, really — weighing and recording everything I eat, and knowing what I eat. It is a bit crazy, but it does work. This never worked for me in Myfitnesspal because of how clunky and unpleasant the experience was, but the Loseit app is working beautifully for me.
Christmas dinner in Itaewon! On the way there (especially in the subway), I saw so many people carrying cake boxes. It seems like it’s a thing here to get a cake for Christmas. I think that’s lovely. I felt as if I should buy a cake, too … but that would only end up with me eating the entire cake. So, no.
My friend and I arrived in Itaewon at around 5 pm, and walked around looking for a place. I don’t remember the name of the place, but the plates say Bliss. Google says Bar Bliss WAS a gay bar in Itaewon, and has been closed for years. I don’t know where I was. It was somewhere in the main restaurant area.
We were so hungry! This was one of the starter salads, with mozzarella balls and balsamic dressing. So good.
Ah, Yongsan Station. In my first month in Korea, this place was why I was (falsely) convinced that the Seoul subway system was insanely complicated. (It’s not!) Seoul Line 1 could NOT get me past Yongsan Station, for some reason. Later, it turns out that I was on the rapid/express train. The all-stop train does all the stops. The rapid train only stops at a few stations, OBVIOUSLY.
These red-and-white striped tents are right outside Yongsan Station. These tents are called pojangmacha – they typically serve street food and soju/beer, but Yongsan Station also has a pojangmacha bar!
Ah, nice signage.
Here’s the pojangmacha I ended up eating at. The green box at the top contains a pen and blank pieces of paper, for you to write your message!
Set A, for 15,000 won. And with three beers, that brought the total to 27,000 won.
From left to right
1. The hollowed-out thing is garlic. Fully roasted and mild.
2. Large white thing is mushroom.
3. Small mushrooms wrapped in bacon
4. Little yellow things are ginkgo seeds, I think?
5. Squarish white = rice cakes
6. Grilled chicken
7. Grilled chicken and green peppers (cheong gochu?)
I don’t really know what Thanksgiving is. My family never celebrated it. To this day, I have never had a “real” Thanksgiving dinner … whatever that is.
It usually sucks to see and hear about everyone else having a great time together on Thanksgiving, though. I always volunteered to work. At the end of the day, I’d make myself a turkey sandwich or order a turkey burger, because why not?
Last year, I told myself I’d sleep through the entire day, and amazingly, I did. I slept at midnight and woke up at 7 pm. Gross as hell, but a success of sorts.
The fourth Thursday in November passes unnoticed in Korea! Thanksgiving — what’s that?? It’s a massive relief. I also heard that Christmas is more of a couples thing here … so that’s another relief.
I don’t know why, but I attempted to fix some sort of Thanksgiving-ish dinner anyway. This was rotisserie chicken, and three kinds of banchan: spicy anchovies, peanuts, and seaweed. A bird and sides!!
I chose fish instead of beef. Soggy battered fish, but on a plane, you can’t expect fried things to be crisp.
The airline is amazing, though. Great staff. And suddenly — more legroom, and wider seats! Maybe I’ve just been too institutionalized by US-based airlines.
Aha, what’s this?
A new flavor! Probably specific to Korea, because:
Spice level threat:
Some of the chips:
I liked them. They smelled strongly of jalapeños, tasted like strong wasabi. Clear-your-sinuses wasabi.
After a few chips, they started tasting like delicious, melted brown butter. I thought I’d only eat a chip or two, then put it away. (I ate the whole bag.)
Here is buldak bokkeumbap (bul = fire, dak = chicken, bokkeumbap = fried rice).
But I’m pretty sure it looked and tasted like tuna/mayonnaise.
I wish it was a mimosa. (It’s only lemonade.)