The Park

Ah. Week 13 — that’s starting on thursday –here I come. Since I’ll be in Baltimore for most of week 13, I won’t be having the chance to truly finish off the recovery week. Still.

These past few weeks had been quite a trip, in both good and bad sense. The exercises were relatively doable. Push-ups are frakin’ insane. I hate yoga. I love Kenpo, Cardio and Core. I enjoy weight training. But the calorie counting makes my life totally unbearable. It is hard, damnit! But I survived, and lost quite a bit of weight. Co-workers, friends, and family noticed the changes too, which is kinda awesome.

At my worst, I weighed about the size of a barge. But slowly it dwindled down to, erm, relatively, acceptable levels. Although I’m far off from my goal for December, I think I might be able to manage it. Or at least, I’m crossing my fingers.

An old picture taken possibly when I was seven or eight years old, wearing a traditional Filipino costume for a performance. It was one of those school festivals where we had to dance in front of audiences. Every year during February, we had a week-long school festival. Those were fun times.

My sisters tease me about how I look so quiet and so shy and so innocent back in the day. A facade, they say.

Tiring workout. Why? Because my body was not accustomed to my work schedule these past two days. By unaccustomed, I mean, waking up too darn early is a pain in the ass. And early means waking up at 9a. I know that seems late to normal people, but I work a 3p-12a shift.

I started with Cardio and I’m finishing up the strength training later.

Yes, people. I’m still doing this P90X Lean programme. Except I’ve been kinda lazy with the daily journal. Also, I’m almost done with week 9. And on Thursday, I’m week 10, baby!

Thing is, the fourth of July weekend screwed up my food habits again. So I’m having a hard time cutting back to the regular meals. Damn you barbecue and hotdogs.

BTW, it’s gratifying now that people are noticing changes in my physique. Yep, I’m miles away from my target, but still…

To splurge or not to splurge?

Ugh. This is a no-no. My measly budget won’t allow me. Still…