Sunday December 20, 2009

You'd think she'd quit after that heavy breakfast.

No.

Trina only thinks about food when she's with me. It's not my fault at all. Look at us. It's obvious which one of us loves food.

...

Shuttup.

Okay so we had a heavy breakfast. A heavy heavenly breakfast of pancakes, bacon, cheese omellete and black coffee. I chose black coffee because it has zero calories. O diba.

For lunch, I wasn't hungry at all. I didn't even want to eat anymore.

But. But but but.

Trina was on top of things. She forced me to eat lunch. Soup, adobo and brown rice. I had this:



I managed to eat a small portion of what she intended to force me to. I promised myself that will be my last meal of the day.

Since I was so full, there was only one logical, healthy thing to do.

Burn it. I thought of so many things. I wanted to run. Run the tanay trail, where mountainbikers take their machines. I wanted to swim. I wanted to go to the clubhouse and swim a few laps, ala Phelps. I wanted to play basketball. I wanted to sweat, just a bit.

Thinking made me real tired, and so, I decided to sleep.

I slept for less than an hour I think. Trina slept beside me too, while the girls did their FB and Plurk and Twitter in the same room. After 30 mins or so, I woke up to the idea of merienda. I wanted to eat anything, because thinking made me burn so much calories.

I ended up cooking and eating a healthy snack of cheesy chicken fingers fried in oil with cream cheese dip, instant la paz batchoy, omelette with low fat milk, and a quarter of pomelo.

After burning all those calories chewing on food, I decided it wasn't enough. I also wanted to stretch a bit and get a sweat going, but trina won't allow me to pick a fight with the carpenters in a nearby construction site. That is why I dragged her by her hair and we went to the clubhouse to swim a few laps.

It was crazy. The water was freezing like beer below zero. My nipples and ears were starting to frost when i stopped to call it quits, after swimming around 10 laps.

wait, now i think i'm messing it up.

I don't remember which came first, sleeping or swimming.

Oh well.

I found Mico playing XBox and decided to school his ass on XBox gameplay. Chris Mullin and Alonzo Mourning shoved a pile of kickass on Derrick Rose's ass. We were so worked up we decided to break sweat in real life. We grabbed our shoes and nut huggers and basketball shorts and ran to the nearest basketball court to play a bit of one on one.

needless to say, i schooled Mico's arse. He's pretty good for a kid, but not good enough. I didn't even break sweat:


Crazy crazy day. Had fun hanging out with Trina and the kiddos. I missed playing basketball too. More than anything, this RPM project made me rediscover the activities that i genuinely enjoy.

Til next week.