health


Time flew by so fast. it was just a few months back when she first told me we were pregnant. I must admit it wasn’t a sudden elation or a sense of accomplishment that welcomed me. It was more of – am I ready for this?

One thing is true though, every time he moves, every time he gallops, it never fails to keep me wanting, waiting for more.

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For some odd reason i am compelled to crawl back to this dark, long-time forsaken corner.

i never thought i’d come writing back again. But after a recent encounter, i am once again enthralled to pick up on an abandoned quest – weight loss.
Just this week, a midst the cold California weather i soaked on Netflix,consuming everything they can possibly offer ( have finished, i think,  almost half of the movies in their storage). One interesting documentary stands out of the rest though, Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead. it made a huge impact on me that i decided to try it for at least 10 days. i’m curious to see if i can beat the fat truck driver.

so here goes, Day 1.

For almost a month now , my struggle to gain supremacy toward my anatomy has been nothing but a failing quest. An elusive end.

Maybe it’s because it’s too ambitious of a goal for me or I have such a weak resolve.

Like Adam, I find myself unable to resist Eve’s  forbidden apple(literally).

I tried almost everything I could. From eating all-protein like lions , eating leaves and grass like goats( but this one I had to stop within a week out of fear of growing horns ), gulping algae like Ariel( little mermaid), running around the Rose Bowl( tried it for a day), biking to work, even the unimaginable, not eating chocolates(?). But  after all these unsuccessful efforts I remedied to check my weight  to at least once a week now rather than monitoring it daily to somehow cushion the blow of the slight 5 lbs increase in my body mass(ouch) and avoid bingeing, a rebound, brought about by mild depression.

Recently, my girlfriend is into Korean telenovelas.

She’s so into them that she started downloading korean applications on her itouch just to immerse herself with their culture and her korean infatuations.  Well, just a week ago, while spending QT, by QT, I mean watching her korean english subbed shows in youtube together, I had a sudden revelation. Why not incorporate my girlfriend’s obsession to my ever-failing quest?

here’s the logic: 

What does Asians, no, let’s just say Koreans, Chinese and Japanese have in common? yes. They are petite, THIN, healthy. and  what is it that they eat vigorously, their main diet? the secret where they attribute their flexible skinny bodies?yes again. NOODLES.

Now according to my deep analysis, if I can just start with that diet, I would be inches away from maintaining a thinner more agile structure. ka-chingggg!!

And so I run to the nearest seafood mart and bought myself dozens of them quick noodles, the ones they showed where cute Koreans guys from “Boys over Flowers” are eating.

And true enough, after I managed to operate the chopsticks to work and started sipping through the soup and noodles, I could immediately feel its effects encapsulating my still-flubby body. After a few sips, my stomach was already filled with a mixture of  fresh air, spicy soup and wiggly noodles. I’ve never felt this healthy before and now I feel full. no longer hungry like i was 2 minutes ago.

Maybe the noodles grant me an illusion of  being filled, but so far it works. for as long as it helps me avoid eating gluttonously and not feel weak from hunger at the same time then it’s alright.

for the sake of transient beauty I’ll do it all.

Three months ago I made a pact with the devil in me to not just loss 60 lbs of weight but also have a physique as manly as spartan warriors, with hardened muscular spheres prettifying every inch of their bronze body, or atleast… closer .

I could not understand how one  who’s covered with hardened tissue and mineral oil could be such a spectacle to behold, or how a guy with a lesser abdominal diameter than mine be more pleasing. 

But like the rest of us,I am hot-wired to be a sucker for conventional beauty. and beauty in our generation is realized by the absence of tasty edibles, exaggeratedly chiseled muscles and crotch grinding leggings.

For the first month i have deligently abstained from eating meat of any kind and decreased my eating of rice to half a cup each day. It has been excruciating, especially when all my coworkers deliberately bring  moutwatering delicacies at lunchbreaks upon hearing of my new found devotion. like she-devils, they  entice me with their wares. But somehow i managed.

The hardest part though was learning how to deny myself the gratification of being full. and with this new lifestyle my extra distended stomach could  barely be filled. Last week, as I was once again dreading the culmination of my short lunch break, I decided to drown my weariness with water as I watch my pig of a coworker indulge himself with his jucy Big ‘n tasty burger with large fries and a coke. with each bite,I gulp my much needed H20; with each fry, a gulp of this abundant life sustaining moisture. at the end of  our break, I emptied  5 liters of our office water- which made our owner and the rest of my officemates to wonder if our water fountain is broken or has a leak or something. And of course, I was there in the corner innocently whistling, trying to look busy and indulged in my work.

With the help of daily push ups and  my girlfriends laundry and groceries I managed to cram in an inch-size-bulge in my upper arm. Biceps. Guns…mine looks more like a seniorita. a miniature sized gun-a miniature sized muscle. but as a budding muscle builder this tiny hope of contractile tissue is a ray of light.

Its a 24-hour struggle, every day of the week. And for an untrained apprentice, each day lasts  a lifetime.  An excruciatingly long lifetime.

For the first month alone, I saved 15 cows, 20 varieties of salt and fresh water fishes, fed 6 malnourished homeless bums and lost…2 lbs.

I may not look like a spartan king now with all his flexed muscles and killer good looks but  for my consulation, at least,I….. saved lives.