WRITER’S block hits me when I don’t need to vent my angst through writing, thanks to the gym.
I use my mobile phone to write columns, and I’m staring at it right now, not knowing what to write about. I’m not exactly tired of writing, but I do wonder if the reader — that’s you — is tired of diets, which have become my favorite topic.
Writing about diets is my way of reminding myself of my deep ‘why’ in adopting the low-carb diet, which I’m hoping will level up to carnivore.
I’m kind of busy with life right now — paying taxes, working, meeting deadlines, spring cleaning, reading books. Most of my mornings, though, are spent at the gym because I’ve noticed my day isn’t complete without a workout.
If I get my workout in for the day, I can function better, my mind’s clearer, and I feel hopeful. Without the gym, I’d end up in bed, sleeping or reading books, since I won’t be strong enough to face the day.
The low-carb diet has helped me a lot, and the gym is its partner in my progress. The diet and the gym are both works in progress, which I hope I can continue forevermore.
It’s nice to see that the recovering left knee is not as problematic as it was before. I still don’t jump, and my squats, lunges, and burpees have to be handled with care.
I’m not sweet 16 anymore, and it shows not only in the way I do some exercises, but it’s also revealed by my neck, which can be improved through plastic surgery. Since I don’t have the nerve to undergo such procedures, I guess the neck will stay that way.
I’m happy with my progress so far. I think I now have glutes… unless they’re just fats. But I’d like to believe they’re glutes.
It’s still one step at a time, one day at a time for the diet, the gym, and daily life.
When I say I’m tired, it’s usually because of the Philippine government and the way it’s handling Pinas. Each time I pay taxes, I wonder where the money would go — to quality projects or into the pockets of allegedly grafting and corrupting government officials and their families and fave contractors.
The pork barrel scam and the flood control projects have proven that graft and corruption in Pinas have leveled up to infinity and beyond, and government officials will continue to steal from the national treasury despite the Senate hearings. How can the Pinoy survive in that environment?
Parents are now advising their children to live and work abroad as they look forward to joining them there in the future.
There’s no place like home, but if home means the pork barrel scam, flood control projects, and Senate hearings that couldn’t stop the corrupt from stealing, better look for a better home. After all, home is where the heart is.
But that’s exactly what corrupt government officials want to happen — for the concerned Pinoy to immigrate, and for the tired ones — like me — to remain here. Too tired to audit the government’s projects and expenses.
