Blogs from Jupiter

Gosh! It felt like I ate a whole whale! I had late dinner last night. Knocked off from work quite late, and so I decided to treat myself for some nice food to eat. I’m on my second week of no red meat: just fruits, vegies, seafood and poultry (and lots of sweets of course!). Have to purge first my cravings for pork, beef and Mary’s little lamb… and also camel, kalabaw and horse!

I went to a Chinese teahouse and ordered chicken and dried fish fried rice (good for two people), steamed tofu, hakaw, and steamed bangus belly brimming in its own fat. People were all eyes on me, surprised with the feast just about to be eaten by one hungry monster. I didn’t mind them. I was so "famished" (using the language of my friend Jenny). And of course, I should have dessert, and so I ordered my all time favorite chilled taho.

I have problems adjusting to this new diet being a full time carnivore since birth. But actually its not a diet coz I still eat in humungous portions. Like what I said awhile ago, my dinner last night felt like eating a whole whale.

I’m a bit overweight. I do exercise regularly, problem is that I am such a master in the art and science of eating. Gosh! Eating is nirvana… cloud 9… utopia… the rapture! No words could ever ever describe gustatory gusto and gastronomic satisfaction… more climax than sexual climax… more ecstatic and relaxing than the after glow of making love!

I was able to keep my weight at bay through exercise and dancing. I have to exercise and have regular physical activities to lose weight  because I was diagnosed with schemic heart disease some three years ago. The real problem was my eating habits.

One morning I just looked at myself at the mirror. Well, I think (I’m forcing myself)… I think… I think I’m still cute but not as cute when I was younger (ehem). Gosh, my belly is one budacious belly! Did some belly dancing in front of the mirror… shimmy… shimmy… shimmy… (yuucchhh! UGLY!) I really have to do something.

Well, modesty aside, I was (let me emphasize "I was") one heck of a bod in my early 20s. I have a wide array of muscle shirts and tank tops just to flaunt my screaming muskles, and the "V" of my waist. People misconstrue me for a macho dancer, which I took as a compliment. I was the ultimate vainest! I think I was… who’s that vain Greek character? Was that Oedipus or Hercules?

But you see, people change. As you grow older, your priorities change, and admittedly, taking care of my health and myself were at the bottom of the list. The stress at work and at home really hit me. The more I’m stressed, the more I ate. Food was my outlet.

I got bored with the routinary workouts… treadmill, yuch!… stationary bike, oh boy!… lifting weights, don’t I have something better to do?!!! So I tried taebo, body max, ballroom dancing, yoga, pilates, body pump, and now hip hop dancing. The variety helped.

But you see, it doesn’t end with sweating your fat. It starts with pigging out with all the food you want before you take your diet seriouslyI He he he… Jupiter won’t be Jupiter, if not for the size (what size? shoe size? Ahhh… that size!)… He he he (naughty me)…