My dad, whom I consider a very fit man suddenly died because of a heart attack (he was diagnosed with blocked artery a month before, but he was showing signs of recovery). The family accepted it, but one time in July (four months after dad's death), my mom hosted a prayer meeting here in our house, and when the guests left nearly midnight, my siblings and I still devoured on the pancit bihon mom served that night. It was so delicious, but I admit there was a "hidden heart attack" in that pancit - mainly because we bought some pork bones (with marrow) at the market, made some stock out of it, and we also pounded shrimp heads to add more flavor to the stock. It was a very delicious dish, and I got to eat a lot that time.
Bad move though, I hit the bed just 15 minutes after eating. I couldn't sleep that night, I started perspiring cold, and I felt my chest contracting. I thought I'd have a heart attack that instant. I managed to get myself to sleep and I did wake up okay, but my paranoia started. I was so paranoid that I would take the stethoscope and listen to my own heart beat and my own breathing. I never consulted anyone in the family, though they were surprised that I was eating little (I was afraid to eat then).
A busted computer monitor prompted me to talk to our next door neighbor to ask if I could use their computer for a while. Charmy told me they had a spare monitor, which they were willing to give me, and while waiting for his boyfriend to get it from the storage room, I told her my concern. Back then, her mom was still working as a teacher and Charmy had this idea of walking from our place to the school, just to help me jumpstart my fitness routine.
We were doing the morning walks for a few days already, when Charmy decided to bring their camera because she told me there was an abandoned resort somewhere. These pictures were taken by her then boyfriend Jay (they are now married). As you can see, Charmy is one petite and very slim woman, but she was very enthusiastic to help me. Our morning walks was our way to bond and talk about many things about our life - something we weren't able to do despite being neighbors since we moved here in 1985.
Unfortunately, the morning walks only lasted a month. When she got sick, we stopped walking until we weren't able to get back at it anymore.
I created this scrapbook page in 2007 using materials sent to me by an ex-bf. True, it all begins with the first step, and while I am scolding myself for being a weakling - giving up way too easily, this year I am hoping I'd be victorious.
Well, I know I will be...
...and I am now claiming my victory.
PS - My weight loss journey blog will open this Sunday. :)