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| Molten chocolate cake from Circles at Makati Shangri-La, taken on my birthday. OM NOM NOM NOM. |
So, self, how's the diet and exercise going?
- Dang! I knew I forgot to write about something! You know, I -
We know, we know. First you had the dengue, then there was NaNoWriMo, and in between all of that you started teaching again and resumed your long term relationship with your TV. And don't get me started with -
Can we please not talk about all those "dear Mei we get it" archives? The less I have to think about these things, the better.
Fine, then. So let's get back to diet and exercise.
I admit it, I'm getting very lazy these days. It doesn't really help that we're in the middle of December and party season's just getting started right about now. Do you think that I should -
Honey, put the eyeliner down and talk to me.
So here's the rest of the story. It's been two months now, I'm finally down to 151, and my friends can't stop raving about how much weight I've lost and how awesome I look these days. Which is fine and all, but somehow it's given me another reason to start acting all smug about my weight loss. And now that my novel-to-be is finished (which I'm editing the heck out of, by the way, before the next writing challenge comes around), I don't feel that sense of excitement any more... like I'm more depressed than usual, in a weird way, and no amount of work or meditation can get me out of it.
Interesting.
So it manifests in so many different ways. It starts with the extra spoonful of rice, or the plate full of chicken cutlets. Then it balloons and turns into more rice, more carbs, more chocolate, and the next thing you know I'm cranky and overstimulated again.
Girl, you've got ISSUES.
I know. My priorities are totally not where they're supposed to be right now. Meanwhile I'm worried about my "good cholesterol" because it's not going to be a good day once I find out that it's hereditary and I have to go on meds for that. So now...
Now it's December, and you're trying to get back on the bandwagon. Do you remember that package of exercise videos that Scribey just sent to you?
Why, yes...
C'mon, it's Cindy. Scribey and I used to work out to these videos back in college - why should I stop there?
Seriously speaking, though, it would be terribly foolish for me to not try this at all. Though I wouldn't worry so much if I end up doing more of a 60-Day Shred, at this pace.
And then there's Tanja Djelevic. I haven't looked at the video Scribey just sent to me (*gulp* sorry, luv!) but once I do, I'll make sure to squeeze this in.
See? Now you've got enough exercise videos to last you through the next few months, and you might not even need shoes for most of them. Your bestie just did you a solid there.
That's true. But there is one last problem...
The boob-wrangling.
Yes, the boob-wrangling! I now have to wear one of my old bras over my usual 38C so the girls would stay strapped in place! Seriously, though, I'm determined to find a way around this.
And you should, once the post-holiday sales start cropping up.
Indeed.
But promise me that you'll at least start walking again if you start slacking off.
Of course I will. There's no way for me to burn off those unplayed eps of This American Life that I missed out on all November.
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