I drove to trina's house and got here around 345am. We were supposed to jog at 530am because we were planning to binge on food today. So much plans.
Alas, i did not get up. Trina "jogged" without me. "jogged" because she didn't really jog, didn't even break sweat she told me. Walking with the oldies was not such a chore.
After taking a bath this morning, I went down to the dining area to check if breakfast was ready. There was no food though, and the only thing tita gene offered me was today's newspaper.
Needless to say, i was starving. I am rye, therefore I am hungry all the time.
Trina came down to the dining area as well after her bath. It was then that I realized we were wearing the same shirt. We looked like an asian couple. (naks politically and racially correct).
Anyway I whispered to trina I wanted to cook breakfast.
I wanted breakfast for champions. WWE Champions.
Menu for the day:
Aligue Fried Rice cooked in, well, oil.
Scrambled egg with healthy anti-cancer tomatoes and cream cheese, and milk.
And Bacon cooked in its own tub of mutherf*in oil. Iggyeah. With wasabi mayonnaise. Just because.
Here's the culprit who masterminded the bacon incident:
Finished product? My whole week's recommended energy nutrient intake in one meal.
After eating I felt soooo bad i asked trina if we could jog.
She said NO. With finality.
Today's been unofficially declared cheat day by the biggest fitness and diet cheater, trina. I absolutely have no more say in this, she has final word on all things.
I managed to convince her to walk though, "para matunawan". My right knee started to hurt again, and that is why instead of running or walking to burn off the calories from that meal, i am being a keyboard jock and blogging about my non-run/non-jog.
Cheat day it is.
Looking forward to the rest of today's meals. We are planning to cook a wicked merienda, Mac N Cheese, and some roast chicken breast.
I am thinking of what activity to complement my nutrition intake today.
Thinking of playing hoops with Mico later in the afternoon, or laps in the swimming pool. Or both. Or maybe I'll run again, after basketball and swimming.
That'll take care of the bacon.
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