Last Friday, I weighed then cried and not for very good reasons…


I was debating whether I should workout before or after work because I had a meeting and there were still some things that we needed to take care of (procrastinating accounts team realness). I managed to drag myself out of my bed to get things done beforehitting the gym.

It was a rather short session because I arrived SUPER late and I was running out of time but I at least made sure that I finished my usual and put on a little of my core workout (VERY little actually). And then, it was time to step on the scale. I nervously took of my shoes and stood over the scale, it had to be done. It read 213.0 lbs flat, 1.7lbs less than my previous weight but for some reason, I was still very disappointed. Am I not following my diet properly? Do I need to put in extra work? What else should I do? Can I still push myself harder? I had questions that were so overwhelming that all I could really do is take a moment of silence and really, seriously assess my effort.

I am making progress. Slow, but still progress. As I would like to justify, this is better than nothing. But more than just losing weight, this whole process is about trying to push myself to the limits. This is about finding ways to rehabilitate my spirits and really understand the peak of my body (and mind). So, as overwhelming as these questions area, there is still one thing to do and that it is to get back much stronger tomorrow and then continue working hard for all of the hopes and goals I’ve set.

Still fighting!





Posting this a few days left but I am forgiving myself for this because the past few days have been so hectic schedule-wise.


After stepping on the scale to check my progress after the first time I stepped on one in a long time (see my previous post: Life Update: FINALLY STEPPED ON THE SCALE! #RoadTo150) I immediately messaged my brother to discuss my disappointment. We agreed that I am moving slow considering the fact that I am way WAY more than 20lbs from my normal weight so I need to step up my game. I have been doing intermittent fasting for more than a month now but before my second weigh in, I ate out for 2 straight nights and didn’t even hit the gym for an entire week. So as disappointed as I was, I did not really expect to lose much during that weigh in.

Today, to help the whole process, I started plotting my food intake on My Fitness Pal again. I remember how it helped me lose weight back in college so there really isn’t much discussion whether I should do it again or not. I just really needed to get sufficient amount of courage to finally to commit to the whole system of counting calories again because plotting every single thing I eat (and drink) gets very taxing along the way. Also, I got to open up the books from my stash last weekend which allowed me to plan and prepare better for my meals this week. I just had my Shrimp Caesar Salad (I made the sauce from scratch!) and it was so much better than I expected so I am really looking forward to the rest of my meals for this week.

My disappointing result for this week took a bit of my motivation away but I still have a shitload of motivation to keep going. I refuse to back down this time and I’ll continue to push forward and see how much of a change can I do with my eating habits and even my lifestyle as a whole. Stay with me on this and I’ll try to be more active soon, I promise.


Side note: I am planning to make a content to feature my Book Sale haul from about 2 or 3 months ago. I got some amazing books from there which are really helping me a lot in planning my meals much better. I am even considering posting my weekly meal plan soon and maybe even recipes of my meals with my revisions from my personal cooking and eating experience. Sounds very exciting to me. All I need is time, a lot of it, really…


There really isn’t too much to discuss on this post aside from the fact that yesterday, I finally mustered enough strength to step on the scale and check how far I’ve gone since the last time I stepped on one.

I remember that a couple of years ago, I was strolling between 162 to 170 lbs depending on how much I ate in the week. This was when I was still in college. My weight was much less then but I was still borderline overweight (I’m probably way above now and closing obese) but again, the difference really was how I carried myself. I was confident, I was moving fast, I was going out with friends and I had a lot of activities that I involved myself in. So even if I haven’t actually hit normal in my BMI, I was still much much better in carrying myself then. But so much for how I was 3 or 4 years ago. As I have said, yesterday, I stepped on the scale and weighed (you should know that before actually checking my weight, I was telling myself that I am probably at 240lbs just to make my expectations worse) and surprisingly I’m just a little over 210 lbs. 215.1lbs to be exact. I am heavy, yes. But not as heavy as I thought I’d be. But a couple of things need to be considered here. Firstly, I have been going to the gym for nearly a week already before I weighed in and secondly, I have been doing intermittent fasting for 3 or 4 weeks prior so I am thinking that I might have actually weighed more especially after the holidays.

To be honest, I was really feeling scared about doing it (as discussed in my previous blog post: IT’S 2018 AND I’M BACK! #repurposing #RoadTo150) because I did not feel ready to check my weight and find out that I am actually far heavier than expected. It was more about how much worse I would feel about myself than just the thought of seeing my weight. This whole thing had taken its toll on my confidence already but now that I have actually done it, I feel some sort of liberation from all the anxiety. I cannot, however, say that I am feeling much better now because there is just so much to do and work hard on. But since this was the weight I had before I lost weight in college kind of gave me a glimpse of hope. Enough hope to look forward to losing more and most importantly, enough hope to keep going and then celebrate more successes in this journey.

Pretty good 2 months for this year so far in terms of my personal rehabilitation. I will do my best to post an update at least once a week just so I could keep track of my progress and you can bet that I will definitely keep pushing and I’m looking forward to finding a better place for my self-esteem and get that confidence back!

Keep up with me on this, we’ll keep rolling!


Just Like Home – HONG KONG #boodlefight

“Boodle fight”

Originated from the Philippine military style of eating where folks gather around sheets of banana leaf with foods (usually grilled and less saucy) all piled up over mountains of rice.

I have been a crazy food consumer and it is my greatest goal to be able to go around the world and taste the different cuisines that lie on the streets worldwide. Boodle Fight is gonna be my food feature for exactly just that. And it’s not just gonna be about food from outside the country. It’ll be anything that I’d experience eating and everything that I would wanna share to the rest of you and this whole journey is gonna be very exciting.

What better way to kick this new feature off than to talk to you about my culinary experience in the streets of Hong Kong & Macau (2 months late, of course) whose cuisines aren’t too far from my heart. With streets filled up with smoke coming from squid being grilled, smell of stir fried noodles and sounds of crispy fried chicken being consumed, the food scene that welcomed me surely did not disappoint. If anything, it got me so excited ready to jump in even before I changed some local cash.


As soon as we got out of the airport, I wanted to look for something to eat right away. But we landed at the local airport past 12 midnight already so my sister and I were tired from all the walking that we did (got lost along the way). We got in to our hotel a little later than 2 in the morning and we just ran out of energy to go out. If we decided to go out, however, there were still some stalls serving snacks (usually hot) that were just across the streets.


Perhaps what  amused me so much about the food scene both in Hong Kong and Macau is the fact that good food is literally everywhere. Most of them don’t even cost a lot. It’s so easy to spot a stall serving hot fish balls or milk tea or basically anything you can possibly think of. This is amazing especially for me who is the kind of person who usually walks around while munching on some food. So I thoroughly enjoyed walking along the chilly streets of Hong Kong knowing that anytime I need to get something, there is a store I could got some food from.



As I have mentioned, Chinese cooking, as a whole, is very close to my heart so it was not as difficult to feel like I was home when we were in Hong Kong. We can literally get something to eat and remember how my mom used to cook something similar. A couple of blocks away from our place, we can get a bowl of hot noodles that reminds me of good bowls of soup taken in during cold nights. Walking along the streets exposes you to a whole atmosphere of meats, vegetables, puddings and pastries that have all gathered together tickling your senses so you’d want to get more from it. And then you know that when things are starting to feel weird because you’re immersed to a whole section of stalls serving innards and exotic food, it’s so easy to move around just a bit and find something that strikes your heart and reminds you of what good food is and how you consume it with the rest of the household.


So profound.

There maybe some biases when I say this but the foods that you’ll get from Hong Kong (and Macau, since they’re closely related if not completely similar) especially the more authentic and locally-prepared ones aren’t difficult to understand. It will literally scream years and years of tradition with the whole culture of the locals embedded on it but this does not mean it isolates you from the whole experience. It will be intimidating to look at and overwhelming to understand but the more you get to taste the food you’re served with, the more you’ll realize that years of preparing the food the same way (maybe tweaked along the way but barely) is exactly what makes their food very profound. You’ll know for sure that they have been cooking it the way the learned how to cook it. It’s not overly dressed. Flavors are straightforward. Foods are cooked exactly the way they should be. Some may even be following centuries old recipes and just everything you see is worth the money you’d spend.


To wrap the whole experience, I’d say that my food experience in Hong Kong (and Macau) was nothing short of good narrative. There’s a good introduction to the whole scene which gradually progresses as you try the food they readily serve you with until you reach that perfect ending of wanting to go back just to eat more. It attracts you from afar and then takes you back to wherever it feels like home. And that may go even for those who did not grow up eating Chinese food (nearly) every meal.


IT’S 2018 AND I’M BACK! #repurposing #RoadTo150

Fried chicken, /sugar crusted/ creme brulee, tons of noodles of different kinds and shapes, and a lot more carbs pretty much composed my holidays. My sister and I had a short trip in Hong Kong to celebrate Christmas so my enthusiasm to just devour on whatever food that comes my way surely carried over to the New Year festivities. And to make things even worse (WAY WORSE), I have not hit the gym since I got crazy busy at work at the start of November. Heck, I don’t even remember having any form of physical activity since then. My heart is full (and my body too, ugh) but my brain is just killing my right now. My insecurities have gone up a notch and I’m dreading to get out of this slump. So what better time to start over than now, right? In line with all the New Year festivities and resolutions, it just seems fitting to (once again) get my running shoes and pseudo-chef’s toque on and get on the fitness train. So this blog is taking a slight turn towards being my fitness diary. Stick with me through the rest of this year as I will let you in much deeper into my days, struggles, frustrations and definitely into my small successes as well. I have never been this excited to get out there and prove myself that I can reach my fitness goals so I hope you are as excited to see the changes that are bound to happen as I am. And as I always do, I’ve listed some of the relevant goals that I’m hoping to accomplish and/or be consistent in as I move along but this, I’m sharing it with you:


READ MORE. LEARN MORE. I have been really trying to get myself into reading more and during the few moments that I actually found time to read, I honestly felt liberated. During this whole process, I know that it will take a lot of reading especially with my hopes of fully understanding how my body reacts to the food that I take in. My brother always talked to me about proteins, sugars and stuff like that but I never really understood any of them. I think it’ll be vital for me to get into it much deeper so I could filter my food intake much better. (And if I end up successfully doing this, I might make my brother proud along the way loool.)

COOK! COOK! COOK! Majority of what you’ll find on my Instagram feed and Youtube subscriptions are food related. I mean, I wouldn’t be reviewing food and taking shots of what I eat if I don’t feel genuinely in love with it. But more than just the idea of eating, I am also very engrossed with cooking. And as I get myself into trying to lose weight again, it’s gonna take a lot more effort in me to prepare my own food and not rely on what’s available outside. I’ve always heard people saying that losing weight is more about what happens in the kitchen than in the gym and I have some very credible people who say that same thing too. So I think it will take just a bit of extra effort to channel my enjoyment in cooking to a much valuable use… preparing good and healthier food.


STOP WAITING. START WEIGHING. I remember talking to you about my growing insecurities and how it affected the way I see myself. It changed a bit when I was seeing little results when I was still going to the gym. I was starting to take pictures of myself again and look at reflections of myself as well until I stopped going to the gym because of schedule problems (not an excuse, I know) and I pretty much went down-

hill again. But even through those better times, there was one thing I couldn’t do that I still haven’t done until now… I haven’t stepped on a scale. I dread the idea of it. I’m scared that I might find myself looking much heavier if I see my weight all jacked up. But I am trying to push myself to step on the scale once and for all. I need a reference weight so I can track my progress better (if that ain’t obvious). It will take a little more self-encouragement (or maybe some of your encouragements too, send some love) but I’ll definitely do it very soon. Hopefully, once I do, I’ll be able to provide more accurate progress reports as I move forward.

JUST. STAY. ON. TRACK. I know my rants about myself is getting annoying. My self-loathe is starting to get into my own nerves as well and me falling off track every single time is just getting really frustrating. Now, I will not leave a promise on here and then just get lost again along the way. I’ll just do what I have planned for the year and really REALLY push myself to get better each waking day. I’m confident with the support group that I have right now so I’m feeling really positive about all these. But just to make sure that I don’t fall off track, I’ll make sure to take progress shots and write about the whole process (maybe not daily) so I can have some receipts to look into when things get difficult. Trust me on this, I got this!

These are just few ones from my long list of goals for this year but those pretty much sums up everything. I’ll write more when I find it necessary but those would do for now.

There really isn’t much of you out there who’s reading this and maybe even some of you are cringing as you read through my post (hopefully not). But this is the first time that I’m actually writing about my invulnerabilities and insecurities and how I plan on dealing with them so I’d appreciate if you could join me on this. I’ll be better, let me tell you that.

And to close this out now, I just wanna remind everyone (especially myself) to just trust the process. It will get hard but it will be worth. It should be. Chow!




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It ACTUALLY Gets Better – #RoadTo150

I am starting to see some results and it feels amazing. To be fair though, being able to get up at 6 in the morning to go to the gym (after dropping my sister at work) makes me feel good about myself already. And to do this 5 times a week (might go for 6 or 7 soon, yas!) is already something to be proud of.

I have talked to you about my struggles at the gym, which is mostly rooted, to my consistent fear of being judged by the people around me. What I have yet to discuss though are my thoughts about this. See, I think the reason why I feel a certain kind of shame or submissiveness (can’t think of a better word) when I see other people looking at me is because I envy their progress. I always wish I am at their level already and this is incredibly frustrating. This is especially true when I first started out going to the gym when using the treadmill for 10 minutes was already very difficult for me and lifting 15lbs was already a struggle. It was difficult and it was frustrating. I got envious and I conscious because questions like “when will I reach their level” filled my mind. By as time progressed and as weeks passed, I started seeing some small results and these are enough to make myself be comfortable. Or at least, be a little more comfortable as each work out day passes by.

Like any other goal, there is a process and starting out with these processes is just very difficult. But, just like wise men say, you just have to start. And I have started so all I need to do now is to keep going. I recognize the fact that there will be days when it’s more difficult to get up in the morning or days when I’ll be sorer than before because I added some weight or reps or sets… Through these, I just need to keep going. Progress, no matter how small, is still progress. I just need to focus on the fact that I have already started and I just need to keep my eyes on my goals. Better days are coming and I cannot allow myself to be the same person that I was yesterday.

With all these affirmations and motivations in my head, it doesn’t seem too difficult to push myself to work anymore. I’ll continue updating here and maybe soon I’ll be comfortable enough to even post pictures of my progress. How soon? I don’t know.

Stay with me on this journey as I’ll need all the pressure that you could possibly put on me!




I believe three months ago, I wrote about how low my self-esteem was already. I gained so much weight that it totally took its toll on my confidence. It was one of the darkest days of my life (still is), so I had to strip everything out and focus on how I could make myself look and feel better.

In the last three months, I am afraid that there hasn’t been enough progress aside from the fact that I finally got myself to start going to the gym. I didn’t want to announce this or post pictures of me sweating on social media as I don’t want to feel the pressure of people’s expectations and I didn’t want them to judge me for going to the gym and progressing very slowly. Still, I am not very confident about myself yet but I am definitely proud of myself for getting to start something I have always been hesitant of.

Right now, I have been going to the gym for more than 10 days already and my daily routine is doing much better. I have started doing intermittent fasting as well (fasting from 5 in the afternoon to 9 in the morning of the next day) to aid my daily morning trip to the gym. I am slowly feeling some progress but I still need to get over a hump on this whole journey and that is my over-consciousness while at the gym. I know I’m an extrovert and talking to people is exactly what my job is but when I am at the gym I get very anxious to know that people might be looking at me and judging me from afar. This is taking a toll on my performance at the gym since on most days, I’d stop half an hour earlier than my planned span and quit on other exercises just because people are starting to flock in. I get so conscious knowing that bigger guys who are probably stronger are around me and they’re all probably judging my every move.

And okay, I know that they have been through this phase also and that I should just silence them out but it is just incredibly difficult to do so right now. I’m trying but I’m still failing. Hopefully, when I start seeing some obvious results from all the fasting and gym sessions, I’ll be able to get rid of own thoughts that are completely hindering myself to progress better.

I’ll continue updating here and maybe start taking pictures of my progress after my first month at the gym. Right now I want to say that I am very happy with the small successes I’ve been achieving at the gym and I’m super proud of the lifestyle change that has occurred over the last few weeks.

I’ve started. Now, all I have to do is to keep going and trust the process.