I’ve always shared my goals so that people can help hold me accountable. Peer pressure used for good!
I’ve always struggled maintaining a normal BMI, which probably lead to having PCOS and aggravating my genetically-impaired insulin resistance. This year the goal is to get to 125 and stay there.
The journey started at 155 and currently, tipping the scales at 143 through Keto and LCHF. At this rate, should be there by June.
This is an energy booster and a stress-buster. Just makes perfect sense to get in a few hours a week. Baby steps, hit average 6k steps for one whole month!
Learn something new
When you live surrounded by water, it doesn’t make much sense that you can’t swim. I’ve outgrown my fear of getting more dark-skinned so I hope I still have the patience to have lessons. Definitely the end goal of 1 & 2 above. Motivation is spending hot summer days with my baby girl in the pool.
The past couple of years have been extremely eventful — we had a baby and she turned 1, got mortgage for our 1st home and interior-decorated the hell out of it — and that meant depleted bank accounts. We’ve been running last year at only 25% of usual liquid amount and I cringe.
This year will be all about conscious spending and making BDO happy by bumping up that emergency fund while maintaining investments. The road to 1 is on again.
The more obvious change is how you’ve turned our living space to your living space. The living room has a pram across each end, the coffee table has a rocker for centerpiece, there’s a big box of an unopened high chair in the kitchen, and colorful clutter — rattles, blankies, milk bottles, small clothes — everywhere. All these at 3 months!
The not so obvious changes are the ones others can only sense and only I can feel.
You’ve changed the meaning of every love song for me. I hear Betty Who on the radio and ‘I love you always forever’ suddenly isn’t about a boy and a girl but our love story. I am breaking my promise to your dad to only be in love with him because I am hopelessly in love with you (it’s the same for him so it’s ok).
I wake up every morning earlier than I want to cause every extra waking hour is time with you. I don’t bother with my phone as soon as I wake up like I used to. My first thought now is how well you’ve slept and if you feel great today (and then I think of your dad).
Priorities have taken a backseat to you. Work-life balance jumped on top of the list cause I need to be involved in everything you. Yes, we’ll probably be obsessive parents (we’ll try hard not to be) and you’ll complain a lot but you will never be wanting.
I sleep less but sleep much better when you sleep soundly between mum & dad. I’ve memorized your little snores, your dreamin’ smiles, and every grunt.
Your smiles make a big difference between a bad and a great day. I rarely have bad days cause you make everything better. I forget all the trivial problems when I’m reminded of how great God’s love is by looking at you.
Family meant so much more when you arrived… and I can only see my future when it’s connected with your dad and you.
We’re going on a 2-week vacation! I’ve never been on one that’s for this long (5 days max is my longest one) so I am psyched about 14 days of no work and all play!
We booked our Manila-Sydney return trip last March via Cebu Pacific during one of it’s fare sales. Our flight was a steal and cost only about 9k per person (inclusive of baggage but no meals). The plane ride isn’t going to be as fun since we won’t have entertainment, free drinks, and 2 meal services on the flight but who am I to complain when it’s only 25% of the cost of a full-service flight. We choose a 12mn departure and plan to just sleep the whole 8-hour nonstop flight. Nice dinner before the flight would also be so much better than airline food.
Just last week, we thought a few days to see other places in Australia sounds like a plan so we booked a SYD-MEL side trip. Thanks to Jetstar’s Price Beat Guarantee, we booked our last minute domestic flights for only AUD 100 per person. Because last minute accomodations are also pricey, we decided to try airbnb for the 1st time. We choose a 10th floor 1-br apartment in the CBD that had amazing pictures, can’t wait to see and review the place.
****Work in progress***
We’ve been on the journey of battling PCOS for almost 2 years now, intermittently on the first year and religiously for the past 4 months. Despite having a number of people understand what we’re going through, there’s still a greater majority that don’t fully grasp the physical, emotional, and psychological impacts of it. There is still little sympathy and a lot more of insensitive comments.
Day 285 is one of those low days. Our doctor recommended we go through artificial insemination through IUI, the procedure isn’t cheap (though nowhere near as expensive as IVF) and it was a bit uncomfortable (not something I would look forward to repeating). Of course, we had high hopes.
That 30 seconds when you realize that you’ve gotten your period is devastating. It makes you fearful of the future, makes you feel like a failure, makes you doubt your value as a wife — it’s something I’ve gone through monthly within the last 6 months and something I go through alone. 30 seconds of utter heartbreak.
But because the world didn’t stop, you pick yourself up and shake it off. You make that phone call to the husband and comfort each other, you trust that he will love you no matter what. You say that short prayer of forgiveness for despairing, of strength to get through another setback, and of faith to keep on believing that your dreams will happen in his perfect time. You go through the normal requirements of your day despite dysmenorrhea reminding you of what you don’t have yet. You keep that smile on your face and silently crave your bedroom so you can cry for a few minutes. You think of how else can you eat healthier or how much more exercise you should pack in your day. Like clockwork, you go back to that doctor’s office and go through it again with as much hope as you can muster.
I am absolutely miserable. No one would probably know how much but me.
Perhaps it wasn’t really a surprise, I was already taking steps for it not to happen but maybe I wasn’t fast enough or urgent enough or sensitive enough. Now that it’s done, there might not even be any benefit of trying to figure out what could have been.
At my core, I am shattered and broken… to pieces, to shreds, to tiny grains and specks. And most of the time I keep it together, I smile and laugh and am courageously moving forward. Yet the night haunts me, it is mostly when I am nearest that I feel most alone.