When it rains…

…it pours!

Sometimes you get overwhelmed. And sometimes, you get deluged.

Thinking about it gives me a slight anxiety attack, but yeah, that’s when you learn to trust in His grace. How it’s sufficient, more than enough.

We’re in this together, Lord, so help me keep my eyes on You. Amen.

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Fitness Last

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I’m struggling to go back to a fitness routine, but I’m just too swamped with everything that I can’t fit it into my daily life. Sigh. Guess what my last exercise looked like? This afternoon, while cooking dinner, I was stuck in the kitchen watching over the pork chops frying. I did some stretching. Then some squats. Jumping jacks. And other bone-creaking, joint-cracking stuff. For about 15 minutes. That’s all the exercise I get!

I’ve been wanting to do some running or weight training. But because I’m always late going to bed, I can’t get up in the morning, early enough so I could squeeze in some gym time. Or running time, at least. I literally force myself to get up at 9am to attend to the little boy who’s going to school at 11 am. Then I have to cook lunch. Then eat lunch with the little girl (which takes somewhere between 1 to 2 hours). Then clean up. Then work for about three/four hours. Then the little boy returns from school. Which means I’ll have to prepare dinner again…you get the picture.

I’m just looking forward to the summer break when I would have a bit of time to spare for exercise. I hope my blood sugar and body mass index have not yet gotten off the charts by then.  Crossing my fingers.

Why?..

So I left the kids with their dad last Saturday. I went on a three hour road trip to attend a church dedication/anniversary, and was out the whooole day. I literally left them all on their own for the day.

Come night time, when I get back home, I find them fed and hooked up to their gadgets (which they missed for the whole week, I guess). I ask how their day was, and the dad proudly tells me that they were the most behaved kids ever. Morning, they went to the mall for some playtime. When they got tired, they asked to go home. When they got home, they played quietly, the little girl even napped on her own. No world wars, no squabbles, no fighting over toys.

And then, I arrived. A little while later, they started ACTING UP. Struggle was real to get them cleaned up and dressed for bedtime. Really. How come?.. HOW COME?!

They get to spend just a SINGLE day alone with their dad, and they’re at their best behavior. But when they’re with me every.single.day, there’s no world peace. At all.

HOW COME???

 

Necessity is the mother of all skills

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I was cooking lunch today when the realization suddenly hit me: about ten years ago, I did not even know how to cook rice properly. LOL. Whereas now, I believe I can cook whatever it is that I want to cook. Provided of course that there’s a recipe for me to follow. So, I asked myself, how did it happen? How on earth did I learn how to cook?

Obviously, it’s because I became a mom. I had little people to look after and feed, ergo, I needed to cook. Of course, it was not a skill that I acquired overnight. It took me a lot of burnt/ under-cooked rice and bad tasting concoctions which I offered as food to unknowing people before I finally got the hang of it. But I did learn. And I did enjoy it, eventually. And, I daresay even my little family eventually learned to enjoy the food I have been preparing for them.

So, the point is, a skill is something that we can acquire. When we have a need to learn something, we can actually get ourselves to work on it until we become good at it.

The same is true with freelance work. A lot of people have actually approached me and asked for help with freelancing. Like, how do I start, where should I look for work, etc. etc. I’ve tried my best to point them to the right direction, especially those that I think need to find work asap. But I haven’t received any feedback yet as to whether they’ve actually tried applying for job postings so far, or even grabbed the skills trainings offered by various sites. Sayang lang, ‘cos there have been a lot of opportunities that I knew would fit them to a T, and yet it seems they just let it pass. Oh well, maybe they don’t need it yet. Hindi pa kasing tindi ng pangangailangan ko, ika nga. LOL.

When You’re Forty

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Last year was another milestone year for me, in more ways than one.

First off, I turned 40. *fireworks!!!* Yeah, the big four-oh was something that I looked forward to, something that I wanted to celebrate. And celebrate I did! I wanted to commemorate this milestone by being with family and friends who have been there for me through the years. However, since I didn’t want to go all-out extravagant, I wanted to do it in the simplest way I could without depriving myself naman. My girlfriends from Multiply days was one of the most challenging group to gather, so I figured I’d have to go out of my comfort zone (read: Marikina) to be with them, since most of them are living and working near Makati. I booked a room at the A. Venue Hotel where we could spend my birthday salubong. I just ordered some food from a new food delivery service I discovered, and we partied all night, the thundercats way. Lol. We ate, we talked, we laughed, we laughed some more, we took pictures, and then we laughed even more. Oh, how I missed laughing with these precious girls! If only I could spend more time with them, I would. They are such a crazy bunch that I feel like I’m back in my highschool days when I’m with them. Ang babaliw lang. (I bet ibabalik nila sa akin ang adjective na yan LOL). They have been my anchor during my walwal-slash-lost days, and I love, love, love them to bits. I could not imagine spending my birthday without them, and I’m glad they were there for me. Although I missed gelplen, jowa, meyma, I know they would have wanted to be there if they could. That’s enough for me 🙂

The following day, my actual birthday, was spent with my family and Marikina friends. These people naman have been with me through most of my growing up years, have been there when I was an absentee family member (laging absent sa family gatherings because of…) and the friends I grew up with in church. They were those who supported me during the difficult times, the deciding moments, and they never turned their back on me. I am proud of this bunch, because we have grown our own ways and drifted apart but still remained friends through all these years. I booked the videoke room of Eat & Meat Restaurant to sing my heart out with them on my birthday. Of course, we also laughed a lot, okrayan nang kaunti, kainan, and maraming tawanan pa rin. I guess I’m blessed to be surrounded by basically happy friends who find joy and laughter in crazy, silly things. We belong together, ika nga 😀

The following day, Monday, I celebrated with my church cell group family. They are my spiritual family and encouragers who helped me get back to the church life. I couldn’t let my milestone pass without thanking God for them, too. So I brought some merienda for us to enjoy after our bible study and sharing-slash-kwentuhan time.

In all these three celebrations, my little family – Dadi, Kuya and the little girl were with me. They’re the biggest and craziest gift that I ever received in my entire 4 decades of living, and I’m more than grateful for them. Well, even if they really, really, really drive me crazy. Especially the two little people. Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Heehee. Thank you, Lord, for blessing me with more than I deserve. You’re sooooooo good!!! 🙂 ❤

 

Absentee Blogger

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How long has it been since I blogged? Lol. I’ve always said that I will blog in between work, because writing something on the same topic for long periods of time bores me. So, I need to deviate from time to time in order to keep from falling asleep while working. BUT. My old tablet where my WordPress account was constantly logged in broke. And then I forgot the password. So that explains the long hiatus.

Now that I somehow got this account back, I hope I can blog more. Because blogging is therapeutic. And also because I miss my Multiply account. I recently realized that short posts are not for me – like yung limited to a number of characters lang – because I’m so talkative. Which is why sometimes I’m shy to post FB statuses because I tend to talk too much, lol. Hindi na catchy basahin :p And since I mainly just do a monologue and talk to myself to keep myself preoccupied, aside from work, blogging is the answer.

This is all for this post, just wanted to let my WordPress account know that I’m back, hopefully, for good. Welcome back to WordPress, self. :p

Pray, momma!

Tonight as I put the two kids to sleep, I asked them to pray. The little boy immediately remembered how his classmate, who used to fight with him and most of the other kids in his class, behaved like a good boy today. Short background – last night at bedtime, we prayed, and I was led to pray for the boy, L, that he’ll be a good boy and won’t bug his classmates anymore. So tonight at bedtime, the little boy remembered our previous prayer and how it was answered already. So he said, let’s pray every night, okay? 🙂

Yes, let’s do that. 🙂

Out of the mouth of babes

Sometimes, in the busyness of daily life, I find it hard to set aside some quiet time to sit still, think about what is right, pure, lovely, noble… (Philippians 4:8) and to pray and thank God for the day ahead of me. Mostly, it is just a quick ‘Thank you, Lord, for this day and for all the blessings, please heal…amen’ at night before I snooze into dreamland. I often have a couple of hours of alone time in the morning after sending the little boy off to school before the little girl wakes up, but more often than not, I spend this time planning what to do for the day, preparing meals, and facing my computer for some work.

Today, I had two moments which made me sit up and reflect. The first was when I found a plastic egg, the kind that opens up so you could put candies inside. I gave it to the little girl to play with, as she was already on the floor cutting up her blocks with her knife. She let out a tiny shriek while saying, ‘Yay, egg surprise!’ and then proceeded to play again. What caught me off-guard was when, a few minutes later, she called me and said in her sweet, tiny voice, ‘Thank you, mommy!’, with pink egg in hand, her face beaming with the pure, radiant joy only a child’s face can muster perfectly. I melted. I was in awe at how a small, pink plastic egg could  bring about such a simple yet sweet expression of gratitude.

Which reminded me again, how, a couple of days ago it was the little boy’s turn to teach me about gratitude. I had decided to bring them to the playground at a village close to ours. It was a ten minute walk (with kids) away, but we could easily have taken the tricycle to get there in a jiffy. I decided we would just walk for exercise. Hehe. I did not tell them where we were going, just said we’ll go out for a walk. Now, even a walk excites them. They were skipping and singing the moment our gate closed behind us. A few meters from home, I told them, let’s go to the playground and play in the park. You bet this brought on a lot of screams of delight, in chorus. The little boy literally jumped for joy. The little girl laughed hysterically. Lol. Just before turning the corner away from our street, the little boy stopped in his tracks and looked up at me and said, ‘Thank you, Mommy!!!!’ with so much fervor, his grin extending maybe up to his nape. Lol. I asked, for what? And he said, ‘For bringing us to the playground, because it makes us happy! So very, very happy!’ 1477713160088After remembering this incident, and with the little girl’s outburst just moments before, a tiny voice inside me seemed to ask, ‘How long has it been since you felt that grateful and actually expressed it?’ And, I thought, has anything so simple caused such delight to me recently? I thought about all the things I have forgotten to be grateful for and started thanking God for them. You bet the little rascals were on the top of my list.

Indeed, out of the mouth of babes God has ordained praise and thanksgiving.

Change is Here :D

It’s been two months since I had my “awakening” of sorts and decided to start living a healthy lifestyle.By healthy lifestyle I mean eating well and exercising regularly, no deprivation and a lot of sweat. Just a few weeks into it and I started feeling the positive effects, like increased energy, less body aches and pain, and even no migraine (now, that’s something that I just realized today). Another of the most prominent effects that I’ve noticed is that I fall asleep easily now. I already struggle to stay awake past midnight, when I have been an insomniac most of my life. Hallelujah.

The latest addition to my quest for a healthy lifestyle is going to the gym. Now, friends who’ve known me for more than a decade will know that I have an aversion to gyms, lol, and that it was a leap of faith of sorts for me to finally set my foot in one. Bwahaha. I’ve always been a runner/jogger/walker, but lately I’ve been looking for something more challenging, something I’ve never done before, something that I FEARED (nyahahaha) and for me it was the gym. Now, there’s this village gym where my nieces used to go that I wanted to try. I convinced them to come again with me. Luckily, they agreed, and now, we’re hooked. Okay, now I’m hooked. I love perspiring like a liter of water every time, I love the challenging routines our instructor puts us through, I love the sore arms and legs and shoulders, the cramped feeling in my belly. But, most of all, I love that I am finally working for a stronger body.

During one of our sessions, we were chatting about why we were suddenly serious about working out, and I blurted that I wanted to be fit and fab at forty – which is going to be next year. I wanted to welcome this new “beginning” in my life by giving the world an upgraded version of me – Momma M  version three-point-oh. Naks.  Wouldn’t that be great though, that I grow old and I grow younger at the same time? I add to my age, yet I lose whatever makes me feel old – the aching joints, high blood sugar, the bloat, the wimpy muscles?

Like I was telling my friend Mama S this morning, this is no longer about getting a beach body, it’s more like a change in mindset. I don’t aim for washboard abs, I aim for a strong core. I don’t aspire to bring sexy back, I aim for a fit body that can cope with the demands of being a mom to two active tots.  I started by watching what I ate, progressed to having a regular cardio exercise, and now I’m working on strengthening my core. Eventually, I dream of doing CrossFit too, you know, like constantly challenging my body to perform better, be more flexible, stronger, and resilient. That way, I get to enjoy a longer and fuller life.

So, yeah, I’m a late bloomer but it’s never too late to give your body the attention that it deserves. Fit and fab forties, here I come! 😀

You Already!!!

I just finished reading this post on my blogroll. Para sa mga friends kong di nakakakilala, she’s Neri Miranda, from Star Circle and wife of Chito Miranda Pinoy  artist. Napanganga na lang ako sa kadalisayan ng puso niya, haha.

Yun, lang, quickie. I have a post coming up pero I’m still swamped with work. Huhu. Nag-sanity break lang. :p