Vanity

I know I'm gonna get rapped at the back of my head for even thinking it, but I'm getting fat.

I can already imagine the unified gasps of people and the killing looks of my healthier friends. I mean, how can I even think that, when everyone is complaining that I'm so thin, I'm almost transparent!

Yes, my cheeks are drooping, my eyebags are luggages, by bones are prodtuding; BUT my midsection is expanding. I have never had six-pack abs, but then at least before it was flat. And now, my midsection is wider than chest! My scoliosis has something to do with that, but I can't always blame it on that.

I blame my 5-month hiatus from volleyball, and my slackenning metabolism. Before, I can eat anything I want and how much of it I want and I just burn it all off. Not anymore. Thus the need to return to playing.

But responsibilities should be met as well. For the past month, I was able to play a few sessions at the cost of my night work; but that has to stop. I need to find a suitable middleground that would enable me to log enough time for work, while at the same time satisfying my need for physical activity. And I need to come up with that plan now.

To Blog or Not to Blog...

Lately, I catch myself thinking along the lines of "is this good enough to blog?" I don't know if that kind of thinking is healthy, but there it is. It's as if every waking moment should be scrutinized for its blog-worthiness. Right now, I find it amusing, and I rather like the mental exercise of drafting the opening lines, even though most of it would never go to print. But somehow, I'm feeling that that should not be the case; that I should be worried somehow.

I don't know... Maybe I'm just being my weird self again, I guess...