My Diet-err-y Regimen
I feign sleeping from not exactly 8:30- 10: 30 then, I can sleep again depending on my mood. But, more often than not, because of the energy that that two hours is giving me, I'm alive and kicking after 10:30. Then, I'll have my brunch- breakfast and lunch- at 11 or I'll join them eat lunch at 12. Or, if fate is really too mean and humongously hates me, I'll eat separate breakfast and lunch. Grr.
Although I am waking up early, I can't have my siesta. It will just make me stupid. Got that right? So, during siesta hours, we watch DVD/VCD, or do dance aerobics, or I read books, or make sound tripping, or play with my domesticated cats, or play Lemonade Tycoon, or, do nothing. Then after the wee hours, we'll eat merienda. After that is tarrying for nothing and at 5pm I'll water the garden and at 7pm we eat dinner then watch Tv all night long. Then when we starve, we starve not to death because we hunt like mice in the kitchen or wait at midnights if mama will bring us food. Then my day will end after watching the late night newscast of Bandila and that is quite late.
According to the Clinical Psychologist who substituted for our Psychology class last 1st year 1st semester, it is a fallacy that when we sleep late, we get thin. Our body send signals to our stomach, if I'm not mistaken, to secrete food juices so that we can carry the night on. Not to expatiate, we get stout from sleeping late. The best time to sleep is at 9pm because there are some physiological activities that our body is doing. If we skip it, of course, if vitamin secretion is that physiological activity, we won't get it. But nevertheless, I have a stable biological clock.
Those are two factors: sleep and eating- fine, eating disorder.
However, since I go gaga over gaining back my original weight- and burning the excess adipose tissues on my tummy- we - that is, my sister and I- dance Jane Fonda's workout and aerobics or walk every night after dinner. I also have a trimming belt fastened on my tummy. Haha. As if that will expedite everything! And I am trying- that is, trying to death- to lessen my meals, not to eat chocolates or ice cream especially at night. What else? And... ohh! I'm severely chastising my mom for buying coke almost everyday when we can have juice or simply water! And I'm also cursing her for bringing lots of food sometimes when she gets home although asking why whenever she gets home with nothing.
Well, that's two sides of my fate. I just can't understand why they tell me that I getting stout looks better than my previous body but then adds "Oh your cheeks!" It's like siopao according to the fag- hehe, no offense meant (although the word itself is offensive) and I'm not offended either, I'm just making details. You know..- but it's cute according to some others. I just don't know what is the truth behind the lies or if there is such things as true here. Or, they just say that just to make me feel better. Okay, I'm better without lies.
Hay, calling all Buddahs! Can I wish that my previous uniform will fit me and that my new ones will not be like a maternity dress? Can you shower me with dollars so that I can afford that Southbeach Diet? Or can you make my trimming belt trim like magic? Do I need belly dancing lessons? Hello! Promise, I'll be a buddhist and buy a buddha if you can make magic galores. (That's all jokes). Deal?
Although I am waking up early, I can't have my siesta. It will just make me stupid. Got that right? So, during siesta hours, we watch DVD/VCD, or do dance aerobics, or I read books, or make sound tripping, or play with my domesticated cats, or play Lemonade Tycoon, or, do nothing. Then after the wee hours, we'll eat merienda. After that is tarrying for nothing and at 5pm I'll water the garden and at 7pm we eat dinner then watch Tv all night long. Then when we starve, we starve not to death because we hunt like mice in the kitchen or wait at midnights if mama will bring us food. Then my day will end after watching the late night newscast of Bandila and that is quite late.
According to the Clinical Psychologist who substituted for our Psychology class last 1st year 1st semester, it is a fallacy that when we sleep late, we get thin. Our body send signals to our stomach, if I'm not mistaken, to secrete food juices so that we can carry the night on. Not to expatiate, we get stout from sleeping late. The best time to sleep is at 9pm because there are some physiological activities that our body is doing. If we skip it, of course, if vitamin secretion is that physiological activity, we won't get it. But nevertheless, I have a stable biological clock.
Those are two factors: sleep and eating- fine, eating disorder.
However, since I go gaga over gaining back my original weight- and burning the excess adipose tissues on my tummy- we - that is, my sister and I- dance Jane Fonda's workout and aerobics or walk every night after dinner. I also have a trimming belt fastened on my tummy. Haha. As if that will expedite everything! And I am trying- that is, trying to death- to lessen my meals, not to eat chocolates or ice cream especially at night. What else? And... ohh! I'm severely chastising my mom for buying coke almost everyday when we can have juice or simply water! And I'm also cursing her for bringing lots of food sometimes when she gets home although asking why whenever she gets home with nothing.
Well, that's two sides of my fate. I just can't understand why they tell me that I getting stout looks better than my previous body but then adds "Oh your cheeks!" It's like siopao according to the fag- hehe, no offense meant (although the word itself is offensive) and I'm not offended either, I'm just making details. You know..- but it's cute according to some others. I just don't know what is the truth behind the lies or if there is such things as true here. Or, they just say that just to make me feel better. Okay, I'm better without lies.
Hay, calling all Buddahs! Can I wish that my previous uniform will fit me and that my new ones will not be like a maternity dress? Can you shower me with dollars so that I can afford that Southbeach Diet? Or can you make my trimming belt trim like magic? Do I need belly dancing lessons? Hello! Promise, I'll be a buddhist and buy a buddha if you can make magic galores. (That's all jokes). Deal?
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