American Open Round-Up

As some of you may know, I practice Olympic weightlifting for recreational purposes outside of my job and outside of being a food enthusiast. Back in October I qualified for the American Open Weightlifting Championships, and I competed in Reno, Nevada on December 4th alongside many, many talented and strong weightlifters.


All in all, it was an awesome experience being on the platform. I also competed last year, but this year was completely different because of the relationships that I’ve built with my teammates in the past year. The camaraderie was strong this year, stronger than I’ve ever felt, and it was incredible to see. The highlight of my trip was seeing my friend, Danielle, take home the gold medal in her weight class. She kicks ass and works day in and day out, so it was well-deserved. I am so proud of her and can’t wait to see what the future holds for her. She also qualified for Pan Ams. A huge deal.

My cousins flew out from San Diego to see me compete, which was the sweetest thing ever, so it was wonderful spending time with them and… eating just about every hour of the day. My favorite meal of the trip? Some of you may cringe, but it was indefinitely In-N-Out. Oh my heavens. The 24 hours leading up to that meal was… long… to say the least. The day before I was either in the air or at the airport for about 10 hours. When I finally got to Reno — which almost didn’t happen due to weather conditions — I was starving, thirsty and tired. I continued my fast until the next morning. I had two hours of sleep and spent another two hours in the sauna to try to make weight. It was an intense experience, and it took a lot out of me. After I lifted, I went up to my cousins and was like In-N-Out. Now. Let’s go. 

I already knew what I wanted. Double double, animal style. Fries, animal style. Milkshake, vanilla and chocolate. I devoured that meal like a rabid animal, and I have to say that it may have been one of the best experiences of my life. Am I exaggerating? Perhaps. But… I think you catch what I’m laying down.


Other meals of the trip were mediocre to say the least. Reno doesn’t have much there. Although… the cafe at the Grand Sierra Resort Hotel had some delicious maple bars. I had two big ones.

When I came home, Sam treated me to a comforting meal (dim sum) and bought me the biggest ice cream that he could find at my favorite ice cream parlor — The Franklin Fountain. Peanut butter and cinnamon ice cream smothered in a flowing stream of hot fudge. He knows the way to this girl’s heart.


As for weightlifting, I’m not sure what the future holds for me. This year alone has been one of the most damaging years for me psychologically for personal reasons. What I do know is that as of right now, I’m taking a break from the sport; whether it’s temporary or permanent, I’m not sure yet. But what I am sure of is that I’m working on becoming a better, happier and accepting me. That’s enough mush mush for one day. It’s Monday and the Christmas baking saga continues. Stay tuned to see what I’ll be baking up tonight!

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