28.5 is the size of my waist when I had it measured the other day. We have a big contest going on these days in CARET, my favorite agrarian reform NGO: each contestant pays P500, gets his or her waist measured and four months from now, whoever lost the most from his or her waistline gets to take home the entire pot.
Golda and I agreed that this is exactly the motivation that we need. I am viciously competitive when I have to be, and I am deadset on winning.
Mehn, tingnan nyo naman ito. Kapanic.
The second picture was sent to me by Gus last week — chiefly because he wanted to demonstrate that sa picture namin di daw nakaakbay sa akin yung crush niya na si Levy, pero sa picture nilang dalawa, nakaakbay. I gasped out loud when I saw the pic, not for the same reason Gus gasped (and moaned and quivered) out loud when he saw HIS pic, but because it was the final confirmation that I had indeed left the safe, happy world of X-tra small.
I know, I know, we should all be accepting of our bodies and love ourselves and all those other Body Shop mantras — and I would, if I knew that this weight gain is not the result of many nights of mindless gorging, San Mig light chugging, midnight snacking, frappuccino-guzzling (naks, yaman, starbucks..).
And to those who think I’m anorexic, just so you know, this still bothers me. As I am sure it will bother you too. Click it.
I just want to go down from 28.5 to 24. That’s the goal. Kaya ko ito. Suportahan nyo ako. Walang basagan ng trip.😀