I HATE TREADMILL

I feel the need to blog about the Connecticut shooting which happened just a few hours back.

I am not a parent, but I can never imagine the heartbreak of the families who have lost a loved one - a kid.

It made me think, wouldn’t it be nice to have actual superheroes around? You know, mutant people with capes and can really fly? People with actual super powers?

And then a thought occurred to me; Why would God allow this to happen? Why would He let innocent children be murdered? Where is He? Just, WHERE THE F*#K IS HE?

I have never discussed my faith, but I grew up in a Christian family; I’m not the self-proclaimed righteous, nor the “holiest of holies”  type, but I am a Christian. 

I’m actually kind of shaken, to be honest. 27 confirmed deaths. Most of which are children. They say that God has great “plans” for everybody, and I believe that. I really do. I stand on it. But then these horrible things happen, and I just can’t help but think how unfair God is!

How will you tell some kid that her best friend whom she just told some girly secret about a boy he likes is never coming back? 

How would you break it to a class that their favorite teacher won’t be able to teach anymore? Because well, she was murdered; inside your school!

The most boggling question of all, how on earth will you explain to a Mom and Dad whose kid got shot that IT is God’s plan for them; that God let it happen for a purpose? HOW?

This is just, insane. It’s just is!

Despite the doubts on my mind, I am still offering a prayer to everyone affected. May the Lord keep you strong to withstand the heartbreak. If only I could do anything to help take away the pain, I would. I really would, but I cannot. All I know is that God heals, and I hope, from the bottom of my heart that everybody will pass through this difficult time. My heart is with you. 

I’m not sure if I still know how to blog, but well, I’ll try. I feel the need to explain where I have been not only because of the messages from I received, but because I owe it to myself too. 

Oh, before I continue; my heart is still grieving over Manny Pacquiao’s defeat. I literally wanted to just get through my computer screen and boxercise the crap out of Marquez’s arse. I got knuckles of steel, did he not know that?

Going back, I got sick last December 1st with cough, fever and body weakness. To make it short, I had a flu. Not to mention my head being all confused, Spinning and shiz when it knows very well that it’s legs’ job. Don’t get me started on my sore throat! I sounded like a tranny, someone called me “sir” over the phone.

I missed workout for a week, and because I don’t have that much strength to cook and prepare my own food, I ate whatever is there. Mostly veggies, and carbs, and protein. Although not that organized, I didn’t go over my calorie limit. At one point, it felt like I was using my flu as an excuse. 

Last week was really hell. I’m just glad I’m back on the trail. Still got cough, still not there but it’s my first day back yesterday. I’ll get better. 

DECEMBER 1st! 

So remember this? I asked boss about it, but I’m not so sure if he’ll say YES.

You know what, I really don’t know what to blog right now. I have so much to say, a lot has happened but I really couldn’t find the words to it.

Something is wrong with me. 

I just met someone today.

I was in line at this cafe at the hospital waiting for my turn to pay the mixed salad I just took when this girl sipping on her frappe (with whipped cream, mocha and caramel syrup on top) pointed at the strawberry macaroon.

“That is very delicious..”

I was skeptic to answer back because I’m not that sure if I was the one she’s talking to. She then looked at me. I then concluded that she truly WAS speaking to me. Bahaha!

“Well, I’m staying away from them…” I answered. “I’m trying to lose weight.” I said.

I paid my salad and she started talking about her own weight loss journey. We were standing for like 10 minutes sharing notes on losing weight. She said that her name is Nada and she used to weigh around 110kgs. I was actually amazed because it really doesn’t show she was an obese. She is thin. I asked her what did she do, and her smile turned to a frown.

She said she underwent gastric bypass, and she really is not that happy and proud of that decision. She also added that although she loves how she looks, she is not okay with the fact that she will forever live her life taking vitamins and supplements because the nutrients of the food she eats are not being completely absorbed by her stomach. She mentioned that her hair is slowly thinning, and that she’s sorry she went through with the surgery.

Of course this is, again, one of the many situations where I do not know what to say. I just told her to be strong and deal with it because it’s there already. I also said to try and make healthier choices with food, unlike the frappe that’s currently in her hands. The 11:45 prayer called, and we went our separate ways.

P.S. I wanted to share this personal encounter with Nada because I believe that girls out there are contemplating on doing the gastric bypass surgery. I am not in any way saying that it is bad for you, or you shouldn’t do it, but please try to have an in-depth talk with your Doctor first. Know the PRO’s and CON’s. Besides, you can always choose the right way - Diet and Exercise.