Nevergirl’s

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.

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!

If there’s anything we’ve been doing so much of these days, it’s eating. We eat when we’re watching TV, when we’re working, when we’re in bed playing with the kids, and when we’re out in the veranda, sunning ourselves because given how rarely we leave the house, sunning is our only way of making sure we don’t look pale and sick.

Anyway, anyone who knows anything about food, slowing metabolisms, and expanding waistlines could reasonably foretell all this eating would take its tall on waistlines young and old — and it did! At least, it did on mine and Wett’s. The two children, on the other hand, look like we starve them. Alex is so skinny everyone worries about her appetite. If they could only see her eat, they’d be alarmed. Tonight, she wolfed down 8 sticks of barbecue and one plate (middling full) of spaghetti!

I’m not sure how Alex does it or where she places what she eats. But, she always eats like a wrestler and remains reed-thin. Frankly, it’s disgusting. It’s disgusting because it makes their grandparents worry they have tapeworms, it makes others think we’re not feeding them right (or at all), and it makes me jealous (hahaha!).

Just so you know, at the rate that our waistlines are expanding and at the same rate that nothing’s happening to theirs, I won’t need an appetite suppressant to want to stop eating. All I’d have to do is look at my children, see how thin they are, and end up giving them my plate. We can’t have these poor dears looking like they’re growing up deprived or *gasp* bitukon (worm-infested)!

Do you believe what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger? That may be true for you but it’s certainly not true for laptops, especially ours. Nope, what doesn’t KO our laptops won’t make it stronger. It makes our laptops run turtle-slow, in the most annoying way possible.

Now, the husband is a techno geek of sorts and if there’s anything he hates more than an antivirus that doesn’t deliver, it’s an antivirus that gets outdated quicker than the latest Nokia model. We’ve tried more than our fair share of antivirus software — some of them free, others made “free” because of cracks he found online. And, then, there are those we actually bought. Those ones annoyed us more than anything else because we paid good money for protection we never got — and who bothers doing that these days?

Anyway, we’ve found a little gem of an antivirus software. We’ve only been on it for three months and we’re liking what we’re getting so far. Right now, all the computer units at home are running on VIPRE. We’ve what’s called a home site license: for $50 a year, all the PCs in the house – that’s three laptops and one desktop – are covered by only one site license. We can update threat definitions and upgrade our existing software. The husband raves about its rootkit technology, but I don’t know what that is and I don’t think it would change my life much if I keep things that way hahaha!

Oh, and do you know why we finally caved and paid for protection? The files I handle are too important. I can’t compromise them in any way. I can’t have any annoying bugs or sneaky little malware slowing down my laptop, either. The fact that all the other units at home are protected too is only a bonus hahaha!

I’m sorry for even writing about such a geeky thing as antivirus. But you have to understand, in our home, antivirus is as important as Coke or humba combined!