My personal theme this year of the dog is mindfulness. Initially, I wanted it to be “loyalty” because dogs, hahaha. But then I felt that mindfulness was more apt because in this age of too much distractions, being mindful was becoming a challenge for many people. I settled for mindfulness because this year, I wanted to live more and achieve more. My goals are composed of the usual stuff (e.g. health, wealth, relationships, work, personal growth, etc.) but this time, I really wanna focus more on being mindful and living in the moment while working on reaching my goals.
“Gratitude is the best attitude.” ~from an unknown author
Last year, my personal theme was Health + Wealth. I didn’t accomplish much in the health department but I’m glad to have made some considerable progress in the wealth area. Given that, I’m sad and happy at the same time.
I’m quite sad because instead of achieving my target weight, I even gained unwanted pounds. 12 freaking pounds, to be exact. From 128 to 140! Yes, seriously! That’s how big I got. I brisk walked and biked but these didn’t become a regular thing so the effect was nowhere to be seen. I also ate a looooooot and it was the reason of the dramatic weight gain. Now, I’m so faaaaaaaat and I can’t do anything about it. Yet. I’m slowly trying to eat less and healthy again and hopefully, along with exercise, I’d lose some weight. No pressure, Edel. Take your sweet time.
Do you wanna know what my birthday gift to myself is? A wallet. Do you wanna know what I asked the hubby for his birthday present to me? Another wallet. Why would I need two wallets, you might ask. My answer is…why not? One for weekdays, one for weekends. End of story.
But wait, I’m in the mood for a wallet story, so here it is. Growing up in the province, I always saw the contents of Mame’s wallet. I always knew when she still had money or when she was running out of it. When I knew she had extra money, I’d ask her to buy me the few fancy things I liked. When I knew she had very little money, I kept my mouth shut and never bothered her for anything that would have the potential of burning a hole in her pocket.
Because I just turned 33 years old today, I’ve come up with 33 shallow things about myself. I’ll share the deep ones on my 40th birthday, hahaha. But first, this picture taken by the hubby before we went to work this morning:
Now, here goes my list in random order:
Sometimes, you plan something and it doesn’t push thru. Sometimes, you give yourself a timeline and you don’t get to follow it. Sometimes, you imagine yourself winning on something only to get defeated in the end. Sometimes, shit happens. Never lose faith!
Sometimes, you do your best only to get a less than satisfactory outcome. Sometimes, you think you’re strong enough only to find yourself feeling weak and helpless. Sometimes, you get surprised by the unexpected.
This year, I’ve been cooking less and less. There are several reasons for that. When at my in-laws’ place, my MIL reigns in the kitchen and because she’s a great cook, I’m more than willing to eat and enjoy whatever magic she whips up with her hands. When in our marital home in Bacoor, I usually stay late in bed and before I know it, it’s past lunch time and the hubby is screaming in hunger already (well, not really screaming but you get the point). On some weekends, also in Bacoor, I just get too lazy to cook that I would resort to take-out/delivery for us to survive a meal time.
When I started the Carbohydrate Addict’s Diet (CAD), I thought I’d be able to cook more. But sooner than later, I realized the diet wasn’t for me. Why? Because it seems I’m more of a moderator than an abstainer. (So yes, no more comprehensive review of CAD on this blog; consider this paragraph a brief review instead.) In fairness to this diet, I was able to lose 8 lbs. (from 144 to 136) in just a month and so far, I’ve been maintaining my new weight. You could say I was successful with the diet and that’s right. I just can’t commit to it for a long time. So, thank you very much CAD for giving me a good start in my weight loss journey but I’m moving on.