I just want to tell you that I went jogging last night. Well, more like jog-brisk walking. After – what? – more than a year? almost a year? And it felt glorious, Dear Reader, despite the many annoying, bratty, spoiled kids who stood in my way and made fun of the way I run (Seriously, what the hell is up with these children still out in the dark during dinner time?) and the pain running up my thighs right now as I type this. Ow. But this will be part of my routine again, I swear. Losing weight is part of it, but I just want to feel strong again. I remember being at the sand dunes in Ilocos and losing my breath halfway up the steep incline. It made me sad.
1. Book 2 of 3 from The Book Depository has arrived!
I need to read faster.
2. Got my investment papers (ooh so serious, so grown-up) from the bank, and finally figured out that particular bank’s online banking system. Dyusko, enrolling took me ages.
3. We’ll be watching Live AIDS for the first time this week!
4. Weighed myself a while ago.
That’s a loss of almost six pounds since February! I still have nearly twenty pounds to lose (ugh) but I’ll take it!
I don’t run anymore. What I do now is I go to the (small) (free) gym at the condo at least twice a week and use the stationary bike and do seated rows and lift weights. I eat rice when I feel like it, but no more than once a day. Badminton on Fridays. Saturdays, since Jaykie’s classes are over, we plan to either run or play Frisbee.
I feel better about myself. I mean, I still try to watch what I eat, but at least now I can eat pizza without freaking out.
The Book Depository site says my three books have all been dispatched. If all goes well, they should arrive within the week!
Speaking of books, book swap with the girls (now also with Almi) at Starbucks 6750 Saturday night.
(Thanks to Andrea for the additional photos.)
Bought a cake and drink for poor Jaykie, who was sweet enough to drive me through hellish EDSA traffic.
Was it simply because it was a Saturday? It was awful! We left QC at around 6 and arrived at my place at 9 pm. We wanted to eat dinner in the Glorietta area, but the drive made us so hungry that we just decided to stop at the nearby KFC.
(I’ll tell you a secret: I had rice. I know! But I was so hungry!)
What went down:
- I got these books, while I lent Atwood’s The Robber Bride, French’s The Likeness, Joe Hill’s 20th Century Ghosts, and Carljoe’s The Kobayashi Maru of Love. (Andrea’s copy of Jonathan Carroll’s Glass Soup not in picture.)
- Fruit Ninja! Angry Birds! Nail polish!
- That very intelligent game where somebody asks a question, gives a page number and line number, and you have to find the answer in the book you’re holding.
- Example: “Who is your ideal partner? See Page __, line ___.” Me (checks book): “‘woman, right?'” (This actually happened.)
- I think the people around us were looking at us funny. But this is a book club! I swear!
- It’s not really a book club.
- A little girl named Kylie wandered into our corner. Cute kid, probably powered by espresso. I think she liked Jaykie. Big bear! :D
- The girl sat on Almi’s lap first, so I guess that means she’ll have a baby soon? Hihi.
- The little girl’s companion (father? uncle? brother) introduced himself and said he does tarot readings in Robinson’s (Galleria I guess?). He also gave us his number.
The Mothership gave us this commemorative watch (made by Swatch). The company workshop that preceded it wasn’t so bad either.
Badminton Friday. On Saturday, I did four rounds around the oval, so that’s at least 8 kilometers. I took an Alaxan after! Ha! I should get used to the pain.
Was finally able to drag myself out of bed and run this morning. I’ve been having leg pains since the Inquirer fun run (and I only ran the 3K race!) so I wasn’t able to jog on Monday and Tuesday.
But oh, look, leg muscles.
My flabs remain, sadly, for I am fed by 7-Eleven/Mini-Stop/McDonald’s/Chowking/KFC. I weighed myself yesterday, and yep, still haven’t lost a pound since the last time I dropped some (meager) weight. Hay hay hay.
Every time I eat something
tasty vile (like fast food) I think, Well, my dear, you get what you deserve.
But that’s not true. There are people who can eat burgers every day and still remain model-thin.
Too bad I’m not one of them. Sigh.
I am sad, kind reader. The weighing scale, it doesn’t move, it refuses to budge. It has stayed at 149.6 pounds since Feb. 2. Ack! But I know why, kind reader. Because I haven’t been exercising as much (last week I ran on Monday, no exercise Tuesday, I ran on Wednesday, no exercise Thursday, badminton Friday, no exercise Sat-Sun) AND I still eat a lot. I’ve consumed less fruits and veggies than previous weeks. Too much fries, too much carbs!
I resolve to:
- eat less (or at least try, damn it)
- eat healthy (bring back fruits and veggies!)
- aim for a three-hour badminton session on Friday
- run faster on Saturday, and run longer
- try to run five times per week
But damn, kind reader, lists are easy but this weight loss thing is so damn haaaard.
I weighed myself two hours ago, and I weighed 70 kilos (154 pounds). Taking my height into consideration (5’6″, or 167.64 cms.), and keeping in mind that I am Asian (our healthy BMI is lower than that of Americans) I am overweight.
I remember weighing only 120 in 2003, first year of college. So this is of course very depressing.
Diet plus exercise. I’ll weigh myself again on the 30th. Gah. I really want to go back to 120 pounds again.