5-Star Day

Nope, I don't go to 5-star hotels but thank God, I still get 5-star days.

Today was perfect. Yes, the sun was shining fierce enough to crisp and worrying me about global warming but I had a great day nonetheless.

I went to the gym after sleeping in late. It was my second session into the program and M was starting me off lite. Very lite. The important thing, though, was that he was getting the feel of what I was capable of doing and that I was doing everything well. Sometimes I would tell him if the weight I was lifting was too light but that was about it. Not a single dizzy spell. Yeah!

There was a break while we were at the machines and I tried to tell him about the single most important thing I forgot about the conditions I had. Yes, on top of asthmaMVPscoliosis, I had something else. I wasn't sure he would recognize the medical term so I just showed him. Or rather made him feel my ribs. (No, not to cop a feel you pervert.) Enough said. This condition of mine makes me VERY sad.

M is a fellow Peyups grad. The weight lifting and exercises went by faster while we reminisced about good ole UP. A lot of UPians finish masters and dissertations. It's that hard to leave UP. I asked if he did the usual rounds of UP gimmicks and apparently he did. I was glad. Nobody should miss out on those. We covered religion, spirituality, college life, drinking in the Sunken Garden, family life, and relationships. Not bad for a one-hour session. Am I being discriminatory if I say I've missed talking to a fellow UPian? Or maybe it's just because my conversations have been restricted to an 8-year old and VERY obsessed gamers.

Next time, I intend to ask him about Sara's, Mommy's Thai food, the Oblation Run (hey, he says he joined a fraternity, maybe he RAN the Oblation Run... wooooot!) and Mang Jimmy's.

In the afternoon, Miel and I studied for his exams. I am so lucky to have time to review him for the past 2 days. Quantity time IS Quality time.

And all the while I'm reviewing him, I'm thinking, Hell, how did he get SO smart?

Para Sa Yo...

THIS is the day!

I started my Obagi-like face daily regimen today. No, I can't afford Obagi. I could if I were an heiress or something like the kewl BryanBoy - Planet Earth's Favorite Third World Fag - but unfortunately, I am just your ordinary everyday worker. Man, if only I took bribes. Haha. So anyway, my face is red and stingy and hoping for a miracle in the offing. We'll see. If it works, I am definitely raving about the good doctor in this blog and my review blog with the Angel Uriel.

Also, it is Day 1 of my training with M. Geez, my dvd marathon is wailing its siren call but I will take some time out to describe my session with M.

First of all, I was totally out of shape. What with not eating and sleeping much, I was pretty lame. I mean, I was dizzy just getting to the gym. Yeah, that bad. Anyway, I got there and the instructors were just surprised to see me back. haha. Mk even said I came that day cuz Pl wasn't around. Partly true actually but I was there for my PT. Which surprised them, I think.

The treadmill was f'n easy. A walk in the park. But then he made me lift REAL weights. Oh god. I WANTED to tell him those mean weights and my back don't mix and match but I didn't want to start off on the wrong foot. I was a hair short of collapsing.

The GREAT part is that he was never negative. No telling me I looked awful, fatty in the wrong places, saddle-hipped, weak, a lamer, and all those things I got called before. (And no dear stranger reading my blog, I am NOT fat.. haha) Those were my former trainor's tactics. M appears to be your normal nice guy. He waved off my apologies. Basically, what I want to say is that he didn't make me feel bad. And that's all I want. To be able to try my best and not get shit about it.

So yeah I signed up for 10+1 sessions. If I do get that slightly "bato" look, I am posting my pic.

Oh wait, look at this shirt I am looking for for my father-in-law. Help me please! He's a big big guy and they say they're out of stock.

We love you Pacman! I get teary-eyed whenever I watch about him. Mushy noh?

Lazy Weeks

I am a person of extremes. Another testament to this is my pendulum swing from gym addict to couch potato. Somebody sent me a forwarded thingie that gave some pretty sage advice. One of them said do not let yourself sleep as much as you would want to. Sounds silly, right? Unless you HAVE, and woken up with a real nasty feeling after.

So yes. I have been living lazy weeks. Eating everything i wanna eat, going on dvd marathons till 4 or 5am every weekend, skipping gym for lying in bed, napping in the afternoons, etc etc... You get the picture. All the while I am crying althroughout Veronica Mars, House MD, and My Girl. Oh those poor cancer patients... Oh that poor abused bad boy Logan Echolls... And that hurting, god-like Ju Kyoon... Come here and we'll make the pain go away. (Note to self: What is this empathy with bad boys in pain? What hey, they're delish!)

So while I am walking around sunk in my own pit of despair, weak body trailing around, I am looking forward to going back to those days when I was buff, vibrating with health, and groaning with muscle pain. Sure I felt great thanks to the exercise high but it's an okay substitute. Friday is when my brand new lifestyle gets in gear thanks to my new trainor M. Why so dependent on a trainor? Because I am a body at rest. And I need a push. An expensive and handsome one. Haha. Seriously, I chose the guy because he's a stranger and he doesn't look the type to nag me screaming out of the gym.

Finally I get to the part why I wrote in the first place. Jy came over a while ago and borrowed one of my Korean soaps. She was very adamant about borrowing a comedy. J has been through a lot of difficulties like being practically an orphan, breaking up with a bf, and some other stuff I don't know. Anyway, so there she was insisting that she only wants to watch comedy. And I thought how alike we were in that aspect. Lately, if I must watch anything, it has got to be a light hearted romance and comedy. That's it. I steer away from sad songs and sad telenovelas. Why? Because ... you know...

Terrible sadness can be overwhelming.