A brief intro about me…
Hey there! I’m Linda.
I’m an entrepreneur, health coach, and student. I’m an undergraduate acting student who also loves singing and dancing. I have a huge heart for exercise and nutrition; thus why I’m also a certified health coach! I aspire to become a pilates/yoga instructor, holistic nutritionist and personal trainer as well in my life time.
And oh–a marathoner. A bikini competitor. And professional bacon eater. All preferably before the age of 23 (I don’t know why; I just think 23 is the perfect age and I don’t want to grow any older).
I reside in Ontario, Canada doing some of the things I love: running, high intensity interval training, yoga & Pilates, singing, youtubing, cooking and photography! I am currently a Health Coach and aspiring personal trainer, yoga instructor, and holistic nutritionist.
- Believe it or not, some of my favourite foods include salads and soups.
- I have a bad addiction to nut butters, nuts, and cheeses…
- I like my steak rare.
- I like my bearnaise sauce.
- I eat Keto-Paleo most of the time.
- I’ve always wanted to become a professional dancer, but I’ve never had the money nor did I have the emotional support of my family to ever do training and if I could go back in time I would start contemporary dance at a very young age.
- I come from a dysfunctional family
- I like cold weather
I have a fantastic listener, and if there’s one asset that makes me stand out is that I’m super compassionate and will stand by your side. I may not agree with everything you have to say, but I dare say that I am super emotionally supportive. I credit this gift from my acting instructor, who was there to listen to me when I needed her the most.
This blog will show tidbits of my life; personal posts, struggles (like my binge eating disorder), highs and lows. I share low-carb, paleo-friendly recipes, exercise posts, and my own fitness regime. I’m a pretty emotional being and good storyteller–if I don’t say so myself–and this blog is part of my own diary to look back on on old memories. I’m on a journey to document my little life stories, gain confidence in myself, find joy and thrill and achieve all my goals in life.
If you’re interested in learning more about my history, read on.
I was born in China and lived there till I moved to Canada when I was 4 years old. My parents wanted a better life; and I didn’t really understand but eventually I made a new circle of friends in Canada and got used to the Western culture. Life was pretty normal until middle school. I was a reasonably happy kid, overachiever, self-conscious and obedient. I took piano lessons and lived in apartments and rented basements with my mother and father.
Depression hit when I entered middle school, although I did not realize it until I looked back at my childhood in high school. I went through a time where I lost my self-identity, moved schools and lost all my friends, and began questioning these rules set for me. It was a stage of curiosity, rebellion, and well, confusion. I really wanted to fit in and wanted attention more than anything, I went to depths to get what I wanted, like starving myself–in doing so I was rebelling against my parents (my ego kicked in)–posting obnoxious Facebook posts, spending money on new clothes, and so much more. I didn’t even know why I made some of the decisions I did–I just did. I wanted to sabotage myself and I just didn’t care about myself at all.
In the end, I wasn’t happy. If anything, the conflict in my life only escalated to dangerous levels and I did eventually end up being hospitalized. There was not a single day I wanted to return home and sleep in the same house as my mom and dad, who, whenever I was present, glared at me like I was a bug they wanted to squish. It was with such hate, it drove me angry with fire inside; I wanted to hurt them. And I wanted to hurt myself.
And I did, in a way.
Depression hit so progressively and insidiously that I didn’t even realize I was going through the phase until I was nearly recovered, which was in high school, but during these times, I remember crying on the bathroom floor with a pair of scissors, trying to cut myself. I couldn’t bring myself to do it and this only frustrated me even more. Was I a coward for not being able to do it? Looking back, I choose to believe that I was strong enough not to.
Sometime around this period I took up acting classes. I managed to convince my mother to allow me to, saying I needed a hobby when really, I just wanted to get out of the house without also being by myself–I couldn’t stand either situation. My parents were very reluctant to because it was expensive and also non-academic (they saw it as a waste of time as it did not contribute to my studies). It was one the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life because the arts (and later on, fitness) are what saved me, and that’s why I love them to death and why I will dedicate my life to that passion. It gave me an outlet to breach in a world I felt oppressed, angry, and trapped in by the rules and regulations set by family, and “friends”. And the ones I eventually set for myself as I adapted and somehow even accepted into my psyche the boundaries of my environment. I’ve embarked on the health and fitness journey on the wrong foot and suffer the mental aftermath of the events to this day, but I’m winning everyday.
That was the past. Today, I still deal with anxiety and depression, but I’m no longer driven by my ego and I no longer live with my parents. I once rejected myself because the world rejected me; and to this day I still vile for approval from others and seek self-validation from positive reinforcement because I want to be liked, but I’ve come a long way from my middle school, agnsty days. I finally moved away from my parents and the new distance has given me much-needed autonomy, but also appreciation for my parents (believe it or not!). Distance makes the heart grow fond.
Today, I’m much happier studying acting, helping others out as a health coach, and falling in love with new things in life, like the fact that in 2016 I had my first kiss at 19. I’m healing from adrenal fatigue which also contributes to my stress-induced amenorrhea. In terms of anxiety and depression, those only remain at the background of my mind.
My mantra this year, and probably forever for the rest of my life? Live life with gratitude.