Food is the Enemy

I lunched with my friend Levicel in Greenbelt last Sunday to discuss a business thingie, along with the latest tidbits of our lives (hers was exciting and mine was ho-hum). Lunch was pandan chicken, stuffed tofu, balut surprise (not my favorite), and a plateful of bagoong rice. Levicel is as skinny as hell and given all the food we ordered it was really a lot for both of us. After about a three-hour lunch, we completely finished the whole fare.

We walked the roughly six blocks to Makati Cinema Square where we bought a few pirated DVDs and CDs. After which we proceeded to the Evangelista thrift shops, with me acting as the guide to Levicel coz it was her first time there.

Whatever we ate for lunch I was hoping that all the walking we did would've been burned already.

At around seven thirty, while poring through old magazines, my stomach told me I needed to eat. I decided however that since it was pretty late in the evening already I had no right shoving food in my mouth. Dawn Zulueta supposedly stays fit by not eating any carbs eight hours before sleeping. It's rather a more extreme version of the before-six diet. The latter counts Oprah as one of its fervent adherents. And dahling, what Oprah says I follow.

Anyhoot, despite all the hunger pangs, I did not allow my body to dictate me. I gorged on mugs of water instead. Soda and fruit juice can deliver you to obese-dom, remember? Ditto for any drink with color.

These days I classify food as either deadly or not. Bread of course is carbs and we all know that eating carbs is the best way to die fat. Meat is just evil, it can cause diseases of the kidney, heart, liver, and perhaps every other organ in our body. Even vegetables and fruits are not created equal - some are more harmful than others. Mango is high in sugar. Beans and broccoli are high in uric acid.

My mantra for the longest time had been: "Food is my enemy. It is poison to my body". I repeat that like a dozen times before I eat and could you imagine what wonders it does?

For the past three months, my friend Del and I have been jogging in UP twice a week (until the rainy season came, hence it had been reduced to once a week). Everyday I try waking up at 5 a.m. to do some crunches using a gym ball and a bit of skipping rope too. Yoga is also a daily must. All these in the name of staying skinny, of keeping my neck and jawline.

Did I mention I'm smoking again? I read on Bryanboy that most models smoke. And you know me, whatever models do, I follow. Sometimes when I'm hungry I smoke instead. Viola any craving for food goes pffft. I do care for my lungs though… and smoking supposedly makes your pores larger. I'd worry about that next time. For now all I care about is that my clavicles show.

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