quick before i change my mind….
yes i put on the shoes again, i adjusted the laces to accommodate my little pinky toes. (malapit nang mapaltos–on the verge of a blister!)
i just realized i hate sweating! i hate smelly-sweating! i know sweating is good, it means you’ve worked your body hard and your metabolism rate has increased and blah blah blah…but i don’t like it at all.
i walked a bit further away from the car and to a pretty point in the causeway, no egrets or cormorants or swans to see but dogs (oooh a very handsome English bulldog! i had to quit staring, lest its owner think i’m admiring him)…
thoughts while walking: i hope i don’t step on doggy-doo-doo, why are we all women? where are the men, aren’t they out of shape too? no eye candy for me today?
hey that old lady is walking faster than me!
thought while walking and seeing a lithe, lean twenty-something girl w/ belly button peeking out and halter top with plunging neckline: out of my way! scram! (and something nastier actually)
thought while hobbling home, huffing puffing, the last quarter mile: i’m gonna die i’m gonna die i’m gonna die why did i eat that lechon pork belly…
images in my mind while thinking above thoughts: my twenty-something body, my three kids, and cats, the damned pill box that i fill up with meds to the brim and how i want to flush them down the storm drain that’s closing in on me as i wish to crawl back to the car but then i see the old lady is now a half mile ahead of me…….
now i’ve got to make up a bowl of artificially-sweetened oatmeal instead of gulping down all the buns in the big bag of pan de sal toasted and slathered thickly with butter…! :fryingpan
oh and tomorrow i musn’t gorge at my mother-in-law’s birthday banquet. heaven help me.