Nevergirl’s

Overnight it seems, I find myself coming home to a house where kids are everywhere. True, I only have two but sometimes, it feels like I’ve more, especially while I’m assessing the mess that surround us. There are little clubhouses of Lego blocks everywhere. Shoes – both the worn out and outgrown – look out like sentinels from underneath the yaya’s bed. Toys are strewn here and there. Pacifiers and feeding bottles vie for space on our bedside table. And, wherever I walk, I seem to stumble onto a hairless doll or two, or a mangy-furred bear with one eye missing.

Yes, time flies. My girls aren’t babies anymore. Even 14-month-old Charlie would rather drink milk from the glass – Alex’s glass. I look at them sleeping today and it hit me hard: their limbs are much longer now, their features are more defined. One day, they will have activities that do not involve me. There will be pimple-faced friends. There might be very late-night texts or whispered phone calls. There will be rooms with locked doors. There will be Saturday jaunts to the mall. Then, worst of all, there is the possibility of boyfriends.

Believe me, the husband and I don’t plan to stand in the way of the inevitable. It makes us sad that they’re growing too fast but it can’t be helped. My only plan is that this year, I get to horse around with them more. I gotta keep up, physique-wise. And, I gotta slap on more anti wrinkle cream, too!

Photo Above: Alex and Charlie sleep together, on the same bed. A few days after we started this arrangement, we worried the bigger one would end up smothering the smaller one. They both sleep helicopter-style: arms akimbo and limbs everywhere. Well, the worst did happen: Alex made a foot stool out of Charlie’s head! The baby was fine with it, though, and slept like she always does – face down and peacefully.

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Every few months or so, I get out of bed believing I need to go back to living healthy. No, wait, that’s not very honest. “Go back” means I practiced healthy living at some point which isn’t true at all.

If there had been moments in my life when that happened, those were involuntary. They occurred either because of coercion or because there was no other way (insert image of a vegetable-loving, authoritarian lola here). In other words, I’ve been living – actually, eating – in the most unhealthy way possible all my life and I got away with it because I was lucky enough to be born to a dad who isn’t very fond of vegetables himself.

But I digress, going back to my plan to start eating healthy….

I’m actually thinking of doing away with the extra fats that sneak their way onto the menu, easing up on the sweets, doing a little exercise, and overhauling the week’s grocery list so I’m forced to eat vegetables no matter how strongly I dislike it. Then, I remember how much easier it is to do the walking mentally instead of physically, and how much more tasty humba and sinugba are compared to ampalaya — and just like that, I lose my resolve to change my lifestyle. Hahaha!

I’m not sure if any of you noticed it but humba and sinugbang isda and pork belly are addicting. They’re a weakness I can’t shake off, a craving I can’t give in enough to. I’ll need the equivalent of a drug rehab to get over my addiction to humba and sinugba, believe you me.

So anyway, here’s the plan. I won’t fix what isn’t broken. Malou will give me a lecture about fitness and health if she gets to read this, but seriously, I’m all for not fixing what isn’t broken. And, since I usually make attempts at a life change after finding out I can no longer fit comfortably into certain skirts and pants, pwes, dili mag skirts ug mag pants. Mag-dress na lang uy!


Oh, and just in case you can make better use of it than I did, here’s the Healthy Eating Pyramid that’s based on the latest science. Yes, I’m a geek who knows all about the benefits of good nutrition; I just can’t be bothered to eat right. Not now. Not yet.

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It’s a Friday night and I am hellishly tired. I’ve been a good little working ant, toiling away from morning to night. There was no need for me to; I don’t have fixed hours to follow. But, I wanted to get some things over and done with and there was hardly anything else worth doing. The shows on TV looked crappy. Alex was in school. Charlie spent most of the day sleeping. The husband was busy editing banners. So, I worked, shooting things off my To Do list as I went along. The only distraction I had the whole day was minding the shop a bit, and talking to my sister for two hours. Boy, did my ears hurt after!

Now, I am almost cross-eyed from staring at my monitor all day long. I really should start thinking about getting insurance (even cheap health insurance will do for now) at some point because my body parts won’t be able to take the use and abuse I put them through for long. What could? You’d think, by the way I overuse my eyes, that they’re made of adamantium. They’re not, obviously, so it’s a wonder why I still have 20/20 vision. I’d have to chalk that one up to good genes — nothing to do with me or my habits whatsoever, folks!

Anyway, I’m blabbing. I blab all the time but I blab worse when I’m tired. Time to close shop (or laptop, actually) and start the weekend. I’m grabbing me some heavily buttered popcorn, plopping my sore backside onto the cool bed, picking out a movie title, and tuning out the rest of the world. Enjoy your Friday, kittens!

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