They say, when it rains it pours...in my case it FLOODS...waste deep and gray.
Here's my breakdown.
*Almost an Ulcer
Feeling tortured and self conscious because of people who tells me "Uy tumaba ka!" (You gained weight), I followed a strict diet of crackers, banana, apple and mineral water for three weeks. Whenever I feel hungry, I would nibble a cracker without actually looking at it and imagine that it's "balat ng lechon" (roasted pork's skin) so I can ignore the bland taste and finish the whole pack in one sitting. I also avoided walking near Mann Yann (my favorite restaurant) because definitely, I would not be too strong to resist the temptation.
Everyday, I satisfied my hunger but not my taste.
If a cracker or a fruit failed to satisfy my hunger...I resort to sleeping. Unconsciousness effectively clears the thought and craving for food.
On the second Sunday of my diet, while watching TV, my stomach ached--the pain was so sudden. I didn't know where it came from-- similar to a strong and heavy hand that appeared out of thin air and punched me right in the middle of my stomach.
I screamed so loud as I thought it's one way of relieving the pain-- that the louder I scream, the faster the pain would go. My mom cooked some soup for me and then I realized--I was just hungry. Too hungry. I've been starving myself so much.
My mom poked me on the head and told me that "Hindi ka naman mataba ah!" I was not convinced though...She's my mom after all. I might already be mistaken for a pig, but for her, I still looked like a cat.
Days passed and people started telling me that I lose weight. These were the same people who've been telling me just weeks ago that I am gaining weight.
Actually, I couldn't have been fooled. My pants are the same size and my shirts are still loose--but I am one of those girls blessed with chubby cheeks ( I proudly inherited from my grand ma). So even if my waist is just size 25, I would still look "chubby" to some people.
Anyway...feeling pleased that finally I got the reaction I wanted to hear...when Holy Week arrived, I stuffed my mouth with every food my two hands could reach. The taste of Adobo in my mouth is pure bliss...and the meat of Mechado melts in my tongue. I had a blast eating King Crabs and buttered prawns...leaving flavors in my fingers which I would delightfully suck after. And I ate real "balat ng lechon". Ooooohhhh....nothing beats Roding's Lechon (he can only be found in San Carlos City, Pangasinan) And I ate rice...cups and cups of it. I indulged myself in Hersheys Chocolates with Almonds given to me by my grand ma.
Diet? Forget it!
I'm fat? Whatever!
While munching, I convinced myself that life is really good as long as there's good food around you.
Then another Sunday came, and I received another punch...this time it's twice the pain! And the pain lasted for several days. I couldn't sleep and I couldn't eat. My cousin who is a doctor said I had an ulcer attack. But I never had ulcer and...this couldn't be ulcer because I ate so much everytime...Isnt' ulcer a sickness for those who are not eating on time? My Aunt who is a doctor too (We are a family of doctors and lawyers...except me), said that the pain I was feeling was spasm.
My mom and dad bought packs and packs of Simeco and Buscopan. And I obligely drank it all. (To get rid of the pain, I'll take whatever).
Days passed and I got back to normal. But this time I am a lot wiser. I DON'T LISTEN NOW TO PEOPLE GIVING A DAMN COMMENT ABOUT MY WEIGHT. Peace to all those...they might read this ^^
I eat food now in moderation...(most of the time)
And as long as I can fit myself in my old pants and shirts...then I won't do any dieting again.
My mom is cooking Sinigang now ^^
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