It has been exactly a week since I got my knee injured. It’s getting better but it still hurts a little and I still can’t put my whole weight on it when I walk. This is the first physical injury I’ve ever had limiting my everyday activities. This event has put a lot of things in perspective.

I’ve been oscillating from depression to blind optimism for the past days. Depression is my default phase then I would console myself to blind optimism which wouldn’t last thus the vicious cycle. I am not one who is easy on himself when one commits mistakes especially if the the mistakes have tremendous consequences and if the mistakes are just from sheer stupidity. I should have followed that still, small voice inside me telling me not pursue that gym application. Truth is, god, I really hate myself right now. Why did I allow this to happen to myself?

Limping for a week and still needing to go to places, one sees through the eyes of the physically challenged. One feels defenseless against all imagined evils. Crossing a street becomes a hundred times more scary. Public-utility-vehicle-drivers  stopping in the middle of a busy street to let you down becomes a million times more evil in your sight and you can’t kick their balls because you’re limping. People stare at you like a freak as you pass by. Plus it’s really depressing to experience how some people can be so inconsiderate of your predicament. People can be so evil sometimes.

But I’ve also learned that there are people out there who have good hearts and who would go out of their way to help you. Like drive you back to your boarding house despite being out of the way and despite of the exorbitant price of gasoline, push your swivel chair around the office and to the restroom so you wouldn’t have to stand up, get your milk from the canteen at the building’s first floor so you can have your breakfast of cereals and coffee at your second floor office, support you as you go down the stairs, go inside a car and limp across the corridor. And of course, there are your parents and siblings who are outraged by the gym’s lack of overseeing and instruction and who never left my side and made me feel better by their encouragement and tender loving care.

To everyone who has made me feel better (you know who you are), thank you, thank you, thank you very much.  I am deeply touched by your kindness. I hope my knee recovers fast so I wouldn’t need to have an MRI. Waaah!

Ang sakit ng tuhod ko! I haven’t been able to walk properly for 2 days now.

Jenny-sensei and I decided to join a gym program to get the body we want by Sir Tibo’s wedding. But I guess I overdid it (or our instructor wasn’t really paying attention to my form) and I got my left knee injured. Great. One week’s worth of a sedentary life again. The body fats would just go back right in. And to top it of, to be handicapped (even for just a week) is such a bummer. Climbing the stairs to my office is such a pain and I can’t run to to log in before the cut-off time for tardiness strikes. Great, just great. I am paying the price for my vanity.

I hope I would get my knee’s normal usage back soon. I miss my jogging mates and and I am so looking forward to our hip hop abs sessions. Plus, I have a Kabuki performance to watch this Thursday with Jenny-sensei at Makati… bukas na pala yun! I guess I’ll just have to limp for now. (Sigh).

…Actually it does. That’s why I jog
45 days till Sir Tibo’s Wedding. Go jogging mates! Jogging nang jogging!

After taking a bath this morning and looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed that my tummy is a little bigger than it used to be – and I am not pregnant. I am not usually vain but.. Ano ‘to, beer belly? Waaaah! This is what one gets when the only form of recreation one does these days is drinking beer and feasting on sisig, steak and inihaw na pusit with siblings, officemates and friends. Good god. Plus buhay baboy pa ako. Pa’no na lang ang hotness body ko? I have an image to live up to. Wahahahahahaha

Quiting on beer is definitely not an option so that leaves… exercise? Good thing my darling officemates have this resolution of jogging at least three times a week Sama na lang ako sa kanila as often as I can. Dapat sexy kami lahat pagdating ng kasal ni Sir Tibo. Wehehe Yoohoo! We should all have a body worthy to be displayed

Project #1: Get a body worthy to be displayed sa Kasal ni Sir Tibo