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Confessions of a serial dieter


It has come to my attention that all perceived weight and flabs that I have managed to lose due to exercising like a mad woman during the last quarter of 2013 has been slowly creeping up my flab-riddled body.

The warning signs were there: clothes that felt a bit too tight around the middle, difficulty in running as part of the office’s running club and the slowly expanding gut. Sometimes, I say no to invitations for drinks and get-together because I don’t want to see old acquaintances and hear them say the usual line, “what happened to you? you gained weight! you used to be so thin in college!” Yes, I can deflect it with my usual tough girl lines but it kinda eats me away inside–especially when I am already at home, looking at a pile of clothes that no longer fit me.

While I do my four minute work outs during weekend, I have also begun to collect flimsy routine just to get out of my exercise routine. This–and the lack of discipline–are some of the reasons why I managed to gain back the pounds I managed to shake off.

Now, I am in panic mode.

Like the serial crammer and dieter that I am–and faced with the thought of looking pudgier than I was before–I started looking at my options.

1. Replace coffee with green tea and stick with it – after reading somewhere that tea is a good anti-oxidant and that it helps you lose weight, I started impulsively buying various green tea variants in the market and leaving it anywhere: in my room, the office and a sachet in my bag. My reasoning is that I will replace my coffee intake with green tea. I managed to do this for about a week and then stress hits me and I am chugging coffee again like a fiend.

2. Salads, hard boiled eggs and eating healthy – When I was still doing the fitness boot camp, I was eating salads, vegetables and fruits, drinking milk everyday and staying away from sweets (aka “my weakness”). But after the boot camp and the stress of work reappeared, I was downing cup cakes and fudgee bars every chance I get. I blame this for the bloated feeling.

To address this, I started eating healthy again — but man, trying to lose weight is very expensive. I was spending almost a hundred bucks per meal for my salads! Fruits and veggies also don’t come cheap. But it really needed to tone down. So, I am temporarily breaking my frugal ways in order to sustain my “healthy lifestyle”. If you have suggestions on how I can eat healthy and on the cheap – let me know!

3. Get my chair off the butt and start running again – I wasn’t able to run as much as I like due to my very hectic work sched. However, deep inside, I know that I am using work as a reason to procrastinate on my running and exercise. I have to stop this. I already left my running gear at work, reasoning that it will allow me to run if I want to.

4. Explore gym membership – I noticed that there’s a small community gym a block from my house. If I don’t have the discipline to do the work outs on my own, maybe it’s time to hit the gym and hire a trainer to bully me into submission.

God knows how much I wanted to lose weight. I don’t want to acknowledge it but gaining weight is already affecting my self-esteem.



FitFil Movement: My Journey to Taking Weight Loss Seriously

I’ve gone on and on on this blog about my desire to lose weight. I started really thin, reed thin in fact. In college, a strong gust of wind can knock me off my feet. But a decade later after university, I can now knock someone off the ground with my clumsy walk and heavy, lilting gait.

Yes, I run. But I feel that the effort — that half run, half walk, part crawling thing I do every Tuesday is not really up to speed with the changes I want with my body. I want something concrete, something where I can see the results. Fed up — with the fact that I can’t barely fit in my favorite clothes, the I run out of breath and can’t compete on 5k runs when I want to and that my current body weight must be affecting my child-bearing possibilities– I decided to sign up for a FITNESS BOOT CAMP.

My journey to weight loss with FitFil

FitFil was introduced to me by a good friend, R who is a fitness buff following bouts with weight fluctuations and a weird heart. The boot camp is headed by Coach Jim Saret, well-known in this part of the world as a recognized and effective expert. He also coached the first season of the Philippine franchise of The Biggest Loser. Joining Coach Jim is a veritable who’s who of Fitness experts including the coach of the current Philippine boxing team (and boxing champ Harry Tanamor, Hazel and Raffy, Pinoy Biggest Loser adorable placers and the icing on the sugar-free cake Chris Everingham of the Philippine Volcanoes (!!!!I am a big Volcanoes fan!!!) This will be the third batch following a successful Cebu and Bonifacio High Street leg of the program. This year, FitFil is held at MOA by the Bay along the Mall of Asia promenade.

So, last Monday (the day before the opening session of the camp) I found myself buying things other than cute shoes and adorable satchels:

Work Out Gear – picture from the FitFil Movement Facebook page

Glad I didn’t put off purchasing the yoga mat because I ended up french kissing the pavement many times over last Tuesday night. One was for the time we had to do planks and my clumsy self collapsed in a heap of lard on the ground many times over. Can’t blame no one but my lack of balance really. The mat was cheap but does the job (for the meantime). I also had a fitness glove that I got also on the cheap while my sister toted a pink, skinny one. I look like a weightlifter next to her with my macho, padded gloves.

After hurdling the registration and the program, we came to the part I was excited and scared the most. The work-outs. In my head, I can imagine all the people finishing the work outs, leaving me scrambling, munchkin-like, a tangle of legs and arms, unable to go past the danged push-ups.

Good thing my fears are exactly just that — first day jitters. What I liked best about FitFil is that the coach actually motivate you to do your best and finish the work outs and exercises, without making you feel like a failure. You maybe sweating like a pig, struggling to do lunges but out comes a friendly pat-on-the-back, a friendly push to “go further”. It helps, you know.

The boot camp also emphasizes good nutrition. On standby are nurses and nutritionists from Nestle Philippines who assist the training and motivational coaches in assessing our health and wellness requirements. Last Tuesday, we were given an assignment to list all the food we ate from Sunday to Tuesday and from what I have written, I can pretty much predict what they will say tomorrow (Thursday session-Day 2): “I have too much of a sweet tooth.”

I am excited for tomorrow’s session. Yes, even if I will go home again drenched in my own sweat and with muscles screaming for mercy. I have never enjoyed getting fit this much. Right now, I need to lose weight the equivalent of a small child in order for me to get my ideal body weight. Will chronicle the hardships as the day goes by.

Wish me tons of luck 🙂

Let’s get physical

I spent the last few weeks chained to my desk job, a tiresome activity that is starting to lose its luster and allure in me. After a week of pencil-pushing and getting stressed, I could feel myself expanding like a helium balloon about to launched in space. The stressful nature of the past event didn’t help either. Sickly, overweight and with stress issues: I have become a sorry version of my past self.

When the company announced a Zumba class for its health card members, I immediately signed in. In spite not knowing what Zumba meant. I knew it’s the “in” thing for health enthusiasts but I could not, for the life of me, understand the technicalities of the activity. Shall I just dance?

Following Zumba class, I also signed up for the company’s bowling tournament despite the fact that I have zero bowling skills.

Yes, being athletic is not one of my God-given talents.

Let’s talk about Zumba first.

Who knew that the dance meant wiggling and contorting your body in angles I never thought possible. And yes, the dancing. I am convinced that I looked more like a worm easing her way out of a very rotten fruit. “One, two, three…ONE! TWO! THREE!” the pretty Brazilian dance instructress was wiggling her hips seductively set against a very catchy Bollywood number, I meanwhile — resembled a bamboo tree that’s currently being beaten to the hatches by strong winds. What can I do? I was never born to be a dancer. In those catchy, cutesy Hollywood teen dance movies, aspiring dancers usually look hard in the full lengths numbers while they try to bust a move. I meanwhile, was trying not to guffaw on the image reflected on the mirror in front of me: in it, a pathetic figure was trying to achieve a perfect body swish, moving like a munchkin while her hips refused to cooperate.

Who knew Zumba can take your breath away in four counts and three “easy” steps? By the end of the session, I was feeling pain in places I never knew existed. If it was any consolation, no picture of a the “oversized, overweight worm” writhing to Zumba is currently in existence. This saves potential readers of this blog from losing their lunch.

The next week, I was suiting up for the annual bowling tournament for employees.

me and my size 5 bowling shoes
roll ’em and wish for the best!

Having played about two or three games of bowling (all of which ended miserably) on my entire life, I knew that my team has no shot of winning the plastic medals and the little plaques that looked good of the office desk. To add further to our misery, our team was (surprise!) composed of some of the lamest bowling players known to man, yours truly included. Immediately, I sensed the frustration of hard-core bowling players in the group who probably dreamed of recreating any of the legend, Paeng Nepomuceno’s winning shots on the lane.

Too bad the tournament was not the place for them to achieve any of their bowling dreams.

To cut the story short, I scored 61 points out of 10 games/rounds of bowling. That was a personal best, considering that I had an affinity to directing the bowling balls to the next possible gutters available. Our team lost, scoring the lowest in a team of 10.

Truth is, getting in shape is hell. That’s H-E-L-L spelled in capital letters and will probably be rendered with blinking letters if only it was possible in WordPress. However, I just had to get through with it. I am running in circles when it comes to managing my health and my weight that it’s starting to get depressing already. I am also growing old and running pressed for time to start a family, not exactly a good combination when you think about it.

I know I should start running again but there’s just no time to lace up and cover the surrounding areas of the office again. The thick stack of documents to check, the long list of reports to finish, the emails to answer — it’s really not a reason to sink further into this unhealthy lifestyle I have come to lead. It’s time to get physical, seriously consider being fit.