And the Healthy Lifestyle Begins...

Aaah… nothing beats complete REST. After getting sick last week, the road to recovery had me recharged not only physically but I also felt redeemed spiritually. In times of sickness, we are forced to see our mortality through the microscope and we realize that indeed ANYTIME God can just take our “borrowed” life away from us. Everyday is really a DAY TO REJOICE FOR! Thank you Lord for this Life!

My previous bad habits and unhealthy lifestyle have certainly caught up with me and I can’t begin to describe the REGRET. Why did I ever smoke? Why did I ever eat all those junk food? Why did I push my body clock to all those sleepless nights at work? Why was I so lazy to work-out? Why was I so undisciplined to stick to a healthy diet?

Why? … Because I guess if it ain’t broken, why fix it? Hehe. Really stupid. Now I’m fast becoming a wreck at 30.

Thanks to very strong meds, my kidneys are clear so far. The inflammation is gone. Urinary tract is okay. I’ve been drinking Cranberry juice like a fish for the past week. I’ve been eating healthier. More salads… less fatty and salty food. No more French Onion potato chips and Lapids chicharon, awww… MORE MILK! LOTSA LIQUIDS! Water, water and more water! After my health ordeal last week, I told my husband that I am having a paradigm shift. This time, I’m really gonna be serious about getting fit!

I hated diets before because I felt they were so depriving. I love food. I enjoy them. I celebrate them with all of my senses. If some people eat to live, I on the other hand “Live to Eat!” Nothing beats the explosion of rich flavors in my mouth. I am always after the story behind a dish; its history or simply how it found itself from the kitchen to the table. Then there’s the equally delicious conversations shared over food. I don’t think you would be able to enjoy all that if you’re stuck to a no-carbs diet.

I actually have “gym-phobia”. Ugh, I hate going to the gym. I have always felt that it was the daytime version of a Makati bar or club. There’s something pretentious about it; something clique-ish; something that’s screaming at me that I don’t belong there. Forgive me but that’s really how I feel about gyms in general. Honestly, I rarely see overweight people in gyms. They’re like 1 in 10 people. And the other 9 are usually the ones who don’t need to go to the gym anymore. It’s almost like those people who are already SUPPOSED TO BE beautiful but who still line up to have their lips or noses “re-designed” by Belo. I think it’s all vanity. That’s JUST my personal opinion. Anyway, I just don’t really like gyms. The equipments intimidate me and I feel that MOST (I’m not saying ALL) people there just treat it as another social thing. Plus, the idea of being on a treadmill for an hour just bores me.

I prefer to sweat it out thru dancing or sports. Basically because I think they’re more fun. Enough said. Unfortunately, I don’t do a lot of dancing anymore these days. I have long retired from doing HipHop and street dancing and jazz. And the only sport that I am I comfortable and confident enough to play is badminton, and I would need a partner for that. Unfortunately, my husband doesn’t play badminton because he said his eyes lack depth perception. All my previous badminton partners are MIA so right now that leaves me with just the option of doing those usual aerobic routines inside the confines of my bedroom. Now where are those Jane Fonda videos?