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Forget The Fappening. I’m guessing (Yeah, right! “Guess.”) that most of those celebs had rockin’ bodies. It’s the horror of your bathroom mirror that’s what’s more troubling. Pushing past the big 30 has been pretty tough, weight wise. It’s just so damn tough to trim down! I’m now about 20 lbs over my ideal weight walking around with a beer/daddy gut and I don’t even drink beer and have a kid yet.
I’ve been trying quite hard to get back to my wedding weight for five months now. The last time I posted about fitness, I was quite happy with my progress albeit slow. I was losing a half pound a week thanks to circuit training. I opted not to trim down heavily on my calorie intake since going on 1400 calories a day usually left me light-headed – something that I don’t risk when I have to drive.
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Gumagawa ako ng presentation deck para sa isang ilulunsad na courseware sa Math. Kasama sa mga slides ang pagtalakay sa mga isyu ng pagtututo ng matematika sa Pilipinas at ang isa sa mga isyung ninanais na patuunang pansin ay ang tindig ng mga mag-aaral tungkol sa larangan.
Gusto ng nakataas namin na isingit ang mga salitang “plug and hope” dahil ugali daw ng mga mag-aaral ang pag-memorya ng pormula at saka bara-barang pagsingit ng mga halaga upang makuha ang sagot kahit hindi talaga naiintindihan ang problema. “Plug in the values and hope for the best.” Ayun, kaya “plug and hope.”
Quezon City Food Fest 2014
Food trips are quintessential to any barkada. Communal gluttony is probably one of the key reasons humans were driven towards the concept of tribes. Even after 10 years out of college, food trips still draw our little band of misfits together. When word got out about the Quezon City Food Fest along Maginhawa, we knew it was time for us to get together.
Too bad our kaing mama (bigkasin nang maragsa ang “mama”) days of sisig and lechon have given way to more “conscientious” food pickings, no thanks to signs of aging. We used to gorge on cholesterol-laden platters accompanied by heaps of rice at Mang Jimmy’s back in college. Now, we hesitate ordering extra rice lest our growing paunches creep another inch. Still, food is food and food with friends is always a welcome opportunity.
I lost the genetic lottery, being born in a family predisposed to obesity and all the ailments of fat people. Weight has been a constant battle for me but I’ve been fat for most of my life.
I can only remember five times when my body mass index was within normal for my height – childhood until Grade 3 (before I had to puff steroids for my asthma), a brief month-long stretch after a bout of dengue fever when I was 14, three years in college, a brief spell around my graduation from master’s, and during my wedding.
A sigh of relief as UP’s Men’s Basketball Team finally notched a win after two years and 27 losses? No. Talk about going all out to celebrate the losing-streak breaking win with a bonfire. It’s the first time in my existence as a maroon that I remember UP holding one.
And for what? To celebrate one win.
I do appear to be cynical by saying that but holding a bonfire is a reaction that is way out of proportion to the reality. If UP is all about honor and excellence, then the bonfire is an ugly misinterpretation of those ideals.