The Story of my Life

I joined a badminton tournament last weekend organized by the DLSU-Alumni Association, for the benefit of the Alumni Scholars. With my current weight, I could really use a weekend workout so I joined.

The tournament has several groupings -- 20 & under, 30 & under, 40 & under, and 50 & under. Naturally, we signed up for 40 and under which made me feel really old. But on second thought, I realized this will be for my advantage. If people from our category are in their late 30s, we definitely have the upper hand being in our early 30s.

Booked myself for several badminton games last week to get me in top shape for the tourney. But when I saw the schedule of games, I found out that we will be competing against players 25 years old and under. I wanted to contest, but decided otherwise. I wasn’t there to bag the trophy, anyway. I only wanted to play badminton and sweat out excess fats.

I was okay competing with a much younger player, hoping that experience would prevail over age. But to compete with a former UAAP player is a different story. Aside from the age factor, their experience in competitive badminton and advanced skills were beyond us. In other words, we lost the game, both games to be exact. Hahahaha

Better luck next time to us. :P

Do we look exhausted?

Since I learned playing badminton I never wanted to stop, ever.

I started playing regularly in 2006 when I discovered that there was a club for badminton aficionados in the office. Since then, my regular badminton schedule was Tuesdays and alternating Fridays. The club also organized trainings which were perfect for newbies like me. I was so into badminton at that time that I was joining tournaments here and there, looking for other venues for my regular dose of badminton, and watching games of famous badminton players, whether live or on TV.

Starting last year, in an effort to lose weight in preparation for the Big Day, my badminton gig became more frequent. Aside from after-work-games on Tuesdays, I also play on Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings. And if I have more energy, I would still play Monday evening. That’s how addicted I am, that’s how much I love the game.

This morning as I was on my way to my workstation after a fun game with my friends, I realized how much I’m going to miss badminton once I become pregnant. But then, maybe, when that happens I will love my baby more than I love badminton.

This photo was taken from the most recent tournament I participated in.

(Story of that tourney in a different post)

Tell me, how can you resist a yummy menudo and your favorite kare-kare? You cannot. So I ate two plate-full of rice and menudo (and Kare-kare and Tilapia) at lunch. So now, my tummy is HUUUUGGGGEEEE.

I thought I'm going to lose weight because of my hyperacidity (which requires moderate eating and no alcohol intake for a month). But no....my apetite is not helping me. I crave for more food!!!! Food!!! Food!!! Food!!!

The scale is going up everyday because, aside from eating a lot, I don't exercise at all! I've stopped playing badminton and volleyball, and I've forgotten there is a gym in the office I can go to in case badminton and volleyball is not available.

Demmit! Gotta get fit again!

A busy Saturday that was.

Badminton. My partner and I played three games and, even though I was warehoused, we won all of it. Woohoo!!! Thanks to my partner Joy who was excellent, as usual. Warehoused is a term in Badminton, which I heard from Mama Carms, that when translated to Filipino would mean the popular word binodega. When you are warehoused, it means that all of your opponent's shots were given to you because they consider you the weaker of the pair. Gaaazzzz...

Food-trip. Honestly, this is the part I looked forward to the most...eating at Mom and Tina's Bakery Cafe. For some reason, I'm craving for sweets these days. When I learned that diabetes was in the family, sweets suddenly lost its appeal to me. But for two weeks now, I've been having dessert every lunch and I always want something sweet with my coffee. Going back to cupcakes, the taste didn't fail me. I liked it better than Sonja's. Their's is not so sweet and far more affordable than that of Sonja's. To my delight, I brought home some so my family could taste it (I ate 2 of the 6 cupcakes I brought home).

Music Practice. YDWTL is coming up with a CD compilation of all Days music for the coming batch. But before all the singing, there was a feast of grilled meat (and Tofu). I ate, even though I wasn't hungry, because my mouth was watering with the barbeque and vinegar at sight. Anyway, we ran through each song in the Days songbook, including my favorite Lord I offer my life. There are other songs I love in the songbook, which I'd like to share with you, but I'm not really good at memorizing so I'll post that some other time. At break time, we would jam to the songs of Barry Manillow, Air Supply, and Chicago. Oh how I miss those songs.

PBB. It was the Big Night at the Big Dome. Flow, Camille, and I watched as they unfolded the order of the four remaining housemates. We speculated on who would be the winner based on the color and the design of their gown. Because in the past, the housemate who has the most elaborate gown turns out the winner. Flow said that maybe it's Wendy because her gown was black. Or Bea could be the winner because she wore a tube dress, while the other two girls were wearing haltered gown. When Gee-Ann was called as Fourth Big Placer, we were all disappointed. One friend sent a text saying "Edsa 3 na to, mukhang si Wendy pa ang mananalo." Then I started thinking what I would do if, indeed, she won. Hhmmm...