Nevergirl’s

So I’ve started looking at the clothes to bring with me and I’m realizing how cocky I’ve been to have spent most of my time eating these past few days. I am now the size of a bear. A grizzly bear. No, scratch that. That’s an understatement. I’m the size of a pregnant grizzly bear. I can’t fit into any of my new clothes! How did this happen? How could I have let this happen?

A week ago, I was 90 pounds. Now, I’m 98 pounds. I’ll have you know I don’t have body issues, people. I just want to fit into my clothes! I want to grab a bottle of clinicallix, too, but it won’t do me any good. I’m flying tomorrow! Yikes!

I wonder if I could hold my breath the whole time. I fit into tight, tight clothes if I hold my breath. Maybe I could just hold my breath every time I zip my dresses up, and then spend the rest of the day praying my dress doesn’t give out. Wett was laughing over this plan. He also gave me loads of “I told you so’s” because he, for one, has been after me to stop eating chocolates hahaha! Luckily for me, I lose weight quickly. I drop 3 to 4 pounds a day when I really want to, without popping anything, mind you! Thank youuuu, metabolism. Thank you.

I’m trying not to be shallow, I really am, but it’s just so hard to keep my mind on the upcoming elections when I’m staring at pretty, pretty promotional tote bags online. These bags, they’re a far cry from what banks around these parts give out. I don’t know why banks here give totes and umbrellas but yep, that is what they give in hordes. I know because we have tons of umbrellas and totes here, all of them stamped with Green Bank. Naturally, all of them come in green, too. They’re from the Green Bank after all.

I wonder why the GB cannot at least give away pretty promotional items. I understand they’re stuck with the color because of the name, and that they have to stick to utilitarian items for maximum name exposure. But, can’t they at least package these promotional items prettily?

I know you’re wondering why I’m even writing about this. Well, you see, it’s this: I’m sure at some point I’d need to lug about an umbrella. Three guesses what color and what kind of umbrella I’d be bringing about.

This is not funny, Green Bank.

No, I’m not going on a Branson vacation, but I am going on a mini-vacation of sorts. To Iloilo and Guimaras. I can’t, can’t wait. I haven’t packed yet. I’ll do so tonight.

I intend to pack light. This is my first time to travel to another island on my own, without the husband flying with me. I’m equal parts excited and anxious. I just hope nothing delays Mina’s and Aileen’s flights so they can meet me at the airport or at the inn, wherever they happen to be by the time I arrive in Iloilo. I also  hope nothing jinxes this trip (it’s possible something will because I’m a jinx magnet like that). But oh God, Iloilo. I’ve never been there. I’ve never been anywhere in Iloilo. I hope I do not get lost or get run over. I’ve been looking forward to this all month. I promise to take tons of photos and write about where we went and what we did. See you when I get back, loves!

I’ve two wedding invitations for May, and they both happen to be on the same date! I had to decline one. I’m sad I couldn’t go. Both girls are dear to me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t possibly be in two places at one time.

For a time, I toyed with the idea of hopping on a plane as soon as the Davao wedding ends so I could make it to Bohol just before the wedding there ends, too. Unfortunately, there’s no way I could make it work given that the Davao wedding starts at 3pm. Also, even if I were to attempt the impossible anyway, Wett WOULD NOT let me. He’s the crankiest traveler this side of the equator. This early, I can tell he’d be grumbling about the trip the whole time! Still and all, I’d never fly without him because I’ve the navigational skills of a toad. No, wait, a toad would do better at map-reading than I would. He also spoils me silly–a very important trait in a travel mate hahaha!

Of course, this means I’d be tottering about in high heels again. I’ve forgotten how to walk in high heels. Don’t get me wrong; it’s not like I ever walked gracefully in heels. However, I almost never wear high heels these days, and I think it’d be even more difficult than before to walk in ‘em again. High heels — they make my legs look so good, but only if I don’t walk. If I do, I look like I’m part of the Moon Landing. That, or a jellyfish on stilts. *sigh*