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Update: Brazilian Slimming Coffee

A few blog posts back, I mentioned that I purchased and started taking Brazilian Slimming Coffee, a product that guarantees weight loss during intake period.


I did promise everyone that I will give an update as soon as I have finished the 200 gram jar. After all, reviews for the product in Instagram has been nothing but positive. In fact, it is also the same reason why I was convinced to place an order on their online store.

Here are the conclusion:

1. The 200 gram jar lasted for two weeks. I usually put three teaspoons of coffee per cup, and usually take it in the morning. Instructions indicate to take the coffee every morning before or during breakfast. I followed this to the T — except for some days when my caffeine addiction hits me and I drink another cup in the afternoon. As mentioned in my earlier post, it tasted mild with a bit of creamy-woodsy undertone. And yes, it smells good.

2. Most reviews say to expect loss of 2-3 pounds for the first week. In my case, I didn’t lose anything. I am currently 50 pounds overweight (70, if I want to be ruthless) and my current weight remains the same. Though when I stepped in the scale yesterday, I noticed that the pin of the scale dropped one point. I dismissed this as a possible error since 1 pound is not really significant, as far as I am concerned. However, I also felt lighter than usual. Note that I am a petite girl, so whatever extra weight I had — is expected to take its toll on me in terms of me, carrying all that extra flab.

3. The most significant effect is that I kept on drinking water. Drinking the coffee will make you thirsty. I used to drink an equivalent of 2 large water bottles a day (about 7-8 glasses equivalent) but now, I usually find myself refilling the jug three times. Obviously, this leads to more frequent trips to the Ladies to pee.

4. Because I am fully hydrated during the day, I always feel full — so I tend to eat less.

Will I buy this product again? I am not sure. At PHP680 per 200 gram jar, this is not exactly cheap. In  fact, with that amount–I can already buy new shoes online. Howeve, I believe that the product has potential and I might see results if I continue drinking it. Let’s see — if I have enough left-over/disposable money come salary time, I might buy again.


I am posting again my fierce Monday look because some of my friends told me that I seem to have losing weight after seeing this photo. Well, I do look less Marshmallo Man-ish here and in fact, am amazed to see less of the flab that usually hangs in my tummy. I am not sure if these are the results I am looking for. However, my personal gauge is the cute leopard print harem pants tucked somewhere at the back of my closet. Once that thing finally fits me, then I will finally know for sure that I have indeed lost weight.


Starving for curves

Here’s what I have been eating for the last seven days:

Lunch  - Option 1

Lunch - Option 2

…and its many variations hereafter.
True to my claim that I am freaking tired of being handed articles of clothing marked “L” (being handed an XL hurts even further) I am slowly starving myself to my ideal weight with occasional cheating here and there.

Thing is, I have decided to focus my diet on fruits and vegetables, with boiled eggs thrown in between for good measure. For times when I am really hungry and I feel like eating my seatmate, I cheat and eat a sandwich composed of wheat bread, tomato, cucumber, lettuce and cheese. I cheat and eat what I want (minus the rice and white bread) during weekends. I haven’t been drinking coke for about a year now, but I have to sever my relationship with Sprite (I find it really hard) and sweet stuff like cakes and pastries (which I am a sucker for).

One thing that sucks about dieting is it is effing expensive. The cost of my lunch is enough to feed me for the whole day. Why is it that getting fit usually hurts in the pocket? The garden salad is delicious but priced ridiculously (thanks, 711). I suppose the easy answer for this dilemma is for me to prepare my food at home, which I hope to do in the near future. If only time would allow me to do so.

Another thing is–it really takes time to get used to eating just fruits and veggies. The first two days I tried it, I was shaking like a leaf. I was so hungry that my office mates started looking like chicken drumsticks and I was afraid that I’d just chomp their arms off like barn zombies in the Walking Dead. I was so hungry I couldn’t think straight. Now I’ve learned to stave off the hunger by munching on apples and drinking copious amounts of water.

You may think it’s unnecessary to go through the agony of this diet — but I am determined to lose pounds, even if I have to eat raisins everyday until I go down a dress size. It’s really not about the perceived beauty of being thin, but I want to do this for myself. I have been depressed for so long due to the fact that I have gotten blimp-like. Even if I manage to stave off the usual cruel jokes by morons who think greeting people with “ang taba mo! you’ve gotten fat!” is normal and humane, I just cannot shake off the painful feeling inside my chest each time I pass on an article of clothing just because it does not fit.

Hopefully, things will get better for me after this diet. I never thought I’d be part of the breed that is just dying to be thin.

Searching for the old me.

Like I always mention before, I was not always the big tub of lard that I am today. I used to roll on the shores of Boracay in a bikini top and itsy-bitsy shorts. I used to be the one who had the curves in all of the right places. My jeans used to fit me real good and I used not to be embarrassed when asking for pant sizes. To put it bluntly, I was considered thin then–thin, with a good dose of curves thanks to a protruding butt that would otherwise belong to JLo or Kim K.

But that was five–or six years ago.

Now, the closest I will get to wear in Boracay is a piece of tankini plus good board shorts which will cover my massive thighs. I am now a tub of lard and has gotten past my allowed weight limit. Some of my clothes do not fit me now and I have given a way quite a few to people who deserve to wear them. To put it bluntly: I am now chubby, in dire need of diet due to health concerns.

One of my biggest peeves is when people I haven’t met in a long time will–instead of giving their felicitations (as polite people do) would go all melodramatic on me and declare, “Oh maaaah Gawd, what happened to you? You got faaaat???” During instances such as these, all my reserved decorum and propriety will fall out the window and I will be cross, go all Edward Sullen on the unsuspecting moron and even use my favorite comeback statements:
1. “and you’re still ugly/ and you still look like a monkey”
2. I’m fine, thank you for that wonderful greeting
3. Ow! You’ve hurt my feelings…
4. F@ck off…

No, seriously speaking–what’s with Filipinos and their tactless comments, right? Doesn’t really matter if its an old college classmate, friend, family or your grandmother. Someone is bound to go all crass on you and will point out the obvious (your bulging tummy).

I used to let it slide, but after being told (to my face) that I will likely go childless if I don’t shape up, I got paranoid. (Yes, I also got pissed off with the thoughtless, uncalled for remark on my child bearing capabilities and its subsequent relationship on my weight). I really wanted to have a child and its something where I am willing to do everything just to have a Little Mike of my own (considering my hubby’s amazing gene pool).

Anyway, so I resolved to lose weight. How? I have no idea.

I have decided to cut rice (little by little) into my diet and is now preferring to eating oatmeal at night. I have stopped being a softdrinks junkie (but I still can’t resist Coke Sakto–but am getting there). Slowly foregoing red meat and even coffee (which is too hard for me considering I am a caffeine junkie too). The only thing missing from me is daily exercise which I hope to give attention to this weekend.

It kinda sucked being chubby especially if you’re someone who loves fashion. I have so much outfit ideas which I can’t execute due to the piece of flab on my tummy. I also hated the fact that I tire easily and that my brother has considered me a punch line on all his fat jokes. I sometimes want to punch his skinny ass just to give him a taste of his own medicine. Sometimes, I always say that I am lucky to have found and married someone who loved me for who I am–fab or flab. I can’t imagine dating and the consequent damage it will do to my self-esteem if ever I am single, looking and chubby.

So, here I am. Especially concerned on my diet and on on how I will go back to the person I used to be so many pounds ago.

I just wish people would see me beyond the flab and the numbers indicated on my weighing scale.

“Cathy” cartoons by Cathy Guisewite