Early this week, I was standing in front of our full length mirror as I was dressing up, and I was disgusted when I saw my reflection. Fart, I can no longer deny it—ang taba ko na talaga! Wala na akong bewang! Before I got pregnant, only my arms and thighs got big—my waist took a loooong time to get thick. It (my waist) had always been my pride, and Randy used to always compliment it as well. He loved that I didn’t get lovehandles, and that despite my sedentary lifestyle coupled with my 3-4 cups of rice per meal, my stomach was flat. That was, until I got pregnant.
I swore to myself that having kids won’t turn me into a refrigerator. I maintained my relatively slim figure all through my pregnancy (with bulging tummy of course), and hubby was placated.
After I’ve given birth, I still had a “pouch”. In fact, on the day we were to check out of Asian (Raviv was in the Huggery), the staff who brought our last meal asked me, “Ay, akala ko po dito po kayo manganganak?” I told him I’d already given birth, and he looked so embarrassed and apologized to me over and over. I didn’t take offense or got panicky, because I’d read that having a “pouch” is normal even months after giving birth. However, Randy started to panic. I explained to him what I’ve read, and although he believed me, it was so obvious he was impatient that I lose my pouch.
Summer came, and I shed a lot of my post-pregnancy weight, thanks to my eight-hours-a-day Grammar Handbook classes (kung nag-BRAIN TRAIN ka, you’d know that it meant one full hour of lecture per section multiplied by eight sections in a day. At malikot at todo-bigay akong magturo–I walk as I talk). I even got compliments from friends at how fast I slimmed down on Raviv’s sixth-month birthday-slash-dedication (a.k.a. binyag).
The photos show I still had a pouch back then (don’t tell me you didn’t notice it!), but it sure looked like I on right track, eh? Randy commented though that despite having regained my pre-pregnancy figure, my tummy still was not tucked. I angrily told him that he should be glad I was already looking like this despite the brief time since I gave birth, and that I was certain my midsection will come next, blah blah blah blah. Or so I thought. Because come November, my tummy bulged even more, and then my arms and legs followed. And I was not even pregnant!
Fast forward to today: I have become the poster child of pear
obesity chubbiness. And so I have decided to finally, do something about it! I won’t sit around and wait for more pounds to pile up. Add to that a stroke scare–last week, I’ve met quite a few relatively young people who have suffered it. I got scared that I won’t be able to be there for Raviv should anything happen to me. So yesterday (Friday), I decided out of the blue to get physical.
Before I went to the office, I spent 20 minutes on Randy’s stationary bike which faces the TV in our family room. I would have spent more time had there been any good TV show.
[Randy is always able to spend about 90 minutes on the bike at least 2x a week because he watches either Miami Heat games or a good movie while biking.]
But my resolve to slim down was tested at once! For merienda, Alona cooked chicken gizzard a la proven–my kryptonite! I can’t resist
eating, wolfing down proven, saturated fats and all!
In the afternoon, Raviv and Yoona played with the basketball ball (is this redundant?) I took time to watch them in their agawan ng bola. It was quite amusing, really. Especially when Yaya Isay gets high blood when Yoona gets the ball from Raviv.
Pasingit: Re Raviv’s outfit: IKR?!? I told Yaya Isay na ano’ng hybrid si Raviv, tiger ang taas, dalmatian/baka ang ibaba!
When it drizzled, they went inside. But the drizzle was too short and did not really wet anything. Seeing the basketball ball (ano na, redundant ba?) and remembering my sinful affair with the proven, I suddenly decided to do my penance by playing ball. I went against an outfit change because it might just kill my sporty-Dewmaine spirit and channel Blairy-Dewmaine. And so for about 20 minutes, I played ball, alone and in this outfit:
I have a feeling that my VFF (yes, VFF, hihihi) Lizzie is laughing right now, seeing my basketball outfit and basketball stances. Oh well, the point is that I was able to increase my heart rate, I sweat and paid penance for my proven sin yesterday.
Tomorrow, I hope I can start with my yoga. Totoo na ‘to!
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