This has been my schedule ever since the first set of my personal training ended early this month. That means I get to spend more time with Lynne, & I don't necessarily have to stick to this timeline. I can do yogalates on other days (as long as it ain't Monday or Wednesday). I regret missing 2 Thursdays for Bollywood — I better not miss my classes this week because I'm not sure if Bollywood will be a regular gig after the national competition & the Nike Yoga For Athletes (Y4A) launch in October. But I'm totally loving what I'm doing, & yes, I did make progress after all. I just hope I can keep it up. For the record, though, I'm still fat. WAHAHAHAHA.
TUES
12:00 NN kickboxing 4:30 PM yoga 6:30 PM Bollywood
THURS
4:30 PM Bollywood 6:30 PM hip-hop 8:30 PM Body Jam
SAT
8:00 AM tai chi 10:00 AM kickboxing 12:00 Body Jam 1:00 PM Bollywood
SUN
2:00 PM Body Balance (optional) 3:00 PM Body Jam (with my most favorite instructor ever)
Wish me luck. I wonder what October's got in store.
LIBRA: The upcoming weeks present you with situations that may seem chaotic, but they are connected with aspects of your inner self that need expressing. Look within to better understand your role in the obstacles that you are facing, but don't be too hard on yourself. Take a chance now to shine the light on your own shadows, for your awareness can release you from your past.
Holy shit, my birthday's in a few days & I'll be celebrating this weekend. Just when I thought the worst is over, here I am with another dilemma: becoming a maid-of-honor. In 2 months. For a dear friend's sudden wedding. Before my own 5th (non-wedding, of course) anniversary. & I feel like posting here what I wrote for Valentine's Day 2 years ago, a few months before the beau gave me his promise ring, something which I'd crazily misplace every now & then:
"We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another, get a new job, get a new house. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than RIGHT NOW! If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. Happiness is the way."
--Rosie Rodriquez
Can't we be happy on our own, without depending on marriage? Do we always have to follow the supposed cycle of life, like our parents did? Can we not embrace independence & youth & romance & the future without having to be pressured by the thought that we all have to 'settle down' & own a cozy house by the suburbs someday?
If I do ever want to get married, it's not because I want to have this quick & easy solution to all my problems. Not because I want to run away from my messy family life, or be like everyone else in my batch from school, or be deemed attractive/adult enough to end up with a stupid rock on my finger, or have someone to keep house for me while I'd figure out how to snap out of my vegetation. Not because everyone else expects me to. Not because I'm afraid to die alone & half-eaten by an Alsatian rabid cats. Or my future Siberian husky to be named Sanzo LOL.
I'm sorry, but I just hate it how older people/mother- figures rub it in — that I'm within the marrying age range & I oughta have kids soon before 35 so I'd be able to raise the fuckers brats better. No wonder their lives are a tragedy. They just took the plunge pala without considering all the aspects to the subject. Then they complain & wonder why the world isn't like what it's supposed to be.
God, di naman ako cynical noh? HEHE. Nyeta. & I think it has a lot to do with my horoscope today. I have nothing against single parents or people heavy with child before the wedding — honestly — but I'm not going to subject myself to that. No, thank you. & I want to accomplish so much more before tying the proverbial knot. Hindi ako kukuha ng bato (boulder much?) para lang ipukpok sa ulo ko at sa ibang tao. Tama nang maging pahirap nako the way I am right now. SHIT, I'M SO STRESSED NA.
My personal training will be all over by Tuesday. Don't ask how I managed to go through all the sessions. It was pure torture, & I'm not sure if it was all worth it. I wasn't able to get a nutritionist to work with me & my trainer during my span, but that's OK. I think I can handle this on my own for now. My weight had been yo-yoing when I PMSed, but I think I'm on my way to purging at least them 30 lbs I gained 5 years ago = since I started this blog. Yay for past demons exorcism. At least I'm having a bit of fun while I'm at this scheme. I've made friends with janitresses & security guards, & I have my best friend working out with me. I'll be doing yoga more often & silly dancing & breathing easily without crazy trainers breathing down my neck. YAY! I'm free!
The verdict? After 2 months of insanity, I still have a potbelly, a double chin, an inability to sleep soundly, then more stretch marks on my biceps & thighs, plus more cravings for dessert. Is that good? You tell me.
