Let’s get physical

Went to gym Sunday afternoon round past 5pm and for the first time in three months, I completed my routine: I did 30mins cardio and worked out muscle groups that need to be worked out. I even did three sets of 20 pump squats (with dumbels mimimimimi) and three sets of 20 crunches. It’s not much of a physical activity but it sweat the hell out of my stressed body. And to complete the Sunday gym experience, I had a sauna bath for friggin 30minutes! I know, I know that’s overacting but it felt good and I want to prolong it. It felt like I am sweating out all the negative vibes that has been residing in my mind, body and soul for the past weeks. Really, it was relaxing.

I think everyone should try doing regular exercises. It doesn’t necessarily  mean that you enroll yourself in a gym or something. A five-minute my-toes-my-heels-my-shoulder-my-head (lol) or jog-in-place everyday will do. Then you increase it to something more physically challenging, like walking or biking or rollerskating around your subdivision grounds. But seriously, there’s so much fun physical activities out there that we can engage ourselves with like dancing, aerobics, kickboxing etc. I have been attending dance classes the past months. I did aerobics when I was in college. And I tried kickboxing, too.

I must say, going back to these activities helped me to gain self-confidence again. I mean, self-esteem had been all-time low during the crisis I had with my most recent former boyfriend. But things are so much different now. I feel better about myself, I feel more sure and confident and pretty and sexy. Also, regular exercise helps keep the mind clear, or at least for me it does.

Later, I will try to have five sets of squats and crunches.

Disclaimer: No. I’m. Not. Physically. Fit. I wish I am.

refreshed. thanks.

I woke up refreshed today. Oh, let me rephrase that because I woke up twice today. Jomar, the officemate, called at 6am for some workrelated stuff. It wasn’t a good wakeup call, my head was cracking painfully. After attending to some workrelated stuff, I slept again and woke up past 12pm. T_T I feel guilty for waking up late LOL

Anyhoo, I’m rephrasing the first sentence. I woke up, took a nice bath, dance and I was refreshed.  

My spirits have been down for the past days and it’s making me ultra unproductive. The anxiety level is beyond tolerance and the inability to  sleep is taking toll on my body. And I’m just glad I’m a bit okay now.

Yes, I danced. I danced in front of the big mirror in our house. It was good. And I missed that feeling. It’s rejuvenating. And happy. 

dull tuesday

>.<

i want to have my nails done

i want to pamper my hair

i want to have a nice cup of coffee

i want to talk and rant and talk

i want to giggle and laugh

i want ice cream, strawberry ice cream

and chocolates too, i want Twix

phbbbt

This is not a wonderful comeback post

• Too many events, too little time to blog. Or too little inspiration or creative juice.
• Friday afternoon 30 Jan 2009: I was out in our neighborhood when a stray flying broken bottle hit my knee. It’s stupid as it may sound, but yes, it came from nowhere. I didn’t realize immediately that I am hurt, I just felt a little pressure on my right knee. Then I noticed that my pants were ripped off (on the knee area) and I freaked out. I rolled up my pants and saw a deep wound; white flesh, a laceration of about 1.5inches deep, 2inches wide, irregularly sliced (you can actually imagine how something like our flesh would look like when you pound it with a broken glass bottle). For some freakin’ moment I was so pathetic to hold the sliced flesh together, (screaming inside my head: “!@#$%&#”), hoping it would glue itself back. Then the blood started to flow. And because I am the morbid me, I took pictures of the bleeding episode. I enjoyed it, to tell you honestly. It was fun watching the blood flow that way, that fast. It was creepy but it was fun (but don’t ever try this at home).
• Friday early evening 30 Jan 2009: After the the-bleeding-won’t-seem-to-stop episode, I hailed a cab and went straight to The Medical City. Aaron was already waiting at the ER. People thought I was only 17. They keep on asking about my age. And they all seemed to be surprised. Anyhoo, what they did was stitch my wounds ( yes, I have two cuts - the big one and, the small one that looked like one of the slashes I used to inflict on my wrists when I was younger and stupid ). I can’t explain how it was watching my wounds being stitched, it didn’t hurt of course, but it’s kinda weird. So after the stitches, they xray-ed my knee and saw that there were still pieces of foreign body deposited deep in the big wound, near the joint. So a wound exploration was necessary.
• Saturday early morning 31 Jan 2009: Open knee surgery. They reopened my wound, took out small pieces of glass and stitched it back. It was my first operation that I need to be sedated. It was a whole new lot experience lying there in the OR. 
• Saturday noon 31 Jan 2009: I woke up in the recovery room. It was weird because I can’t feel the lower part of my body. For some moment I was able to appreciate the short painless time.
• Tuesday early evening 3 Feb 2009: I was discharged, finally, after four days of disconnection from outside world.
• Parang bitin noh? Tingin ko nga rin. Haha next time na lang ung ibang kwento. Or tanong na lang kayo.:P