I've been doing my usual routine of early morning jog for two months. Albeit satisfied with the results, I suddenly began asking myself. What's my end goal? Then fill this question with cricket sounds.
So few days ago, I've decided to stop and manage my diet. Here's what I had this week:
1. Fruit Soda
2. Baconette Strips
3. 2 cups rice
4. a cup of hot Milo
6. refrigerated cake
9. ube bread
10. diced hopia
11. viands: adobo, beans sprouts, sitaw
These are the things I stuffed my tummy in no particular order. Looking back to the previous week - here's what I remember eating:
2. 1 cup rice
3. viand: beans sprout
5. Fitnesse Cereal
No need to mention the difference. But I realized that after all the deprivation and the hard work I did, I don't think it's worth it. I remember writing about being healthy and stuff. Sad to say, I contradict most of the stuff I've written there. Apart from the contradiction laying in front of my eyes, I think there's this sore truth that no matter how hard you try to exercise and diet, your end result is tied up with making yourself look good in the eyes of many. Well, it may be of different case to others.
I'd like to embrace the life of not being worried with things.
Because I want to.
I need to.
And it's the right thing to do.