Soooo... I got really sick last Thursday and, more or less, dropped out of life. On the upside, I lost three kilos but I can't really rejoice over anything that is trying to keep me weak and starve me to death. For a few days, all I could manage was a bowl of fruit, a few bites of pasta - that I got up to make myself, and two bites of an omelette.
On Sunday, I finally got really hungry, but the maid was at Church so I forced myself to get up and go to brunch with Susan and Gerry at Sagana. While I did manage to eat my food, it felt alien in my belly and, although my body wanted to reject it, I kept it down.
It's been like that ever since. I've resumed eating normally. I even eat more than I used to. I finished that jar of Nutella and was working on a jar of cookie butter. Ailene sent some cake samples... But it all still feels really weird in my stomach - even coconut water feels heavy and strange - and I still gag afterwards but, yes, I've kept it all down.
I gained a little bit over a kilo back. Am hoping not to gain any more but that's doubtful since inertia has taken over and I still haven't resumed exercising.
I totally dropped out of the August Challenge and have no intention of catching up, and the mere thought of the mind-numbing boredom of being in a pool gives me the chills.
I just want to stay in bed the whole day, catching up on my TV shows, preferably with a tub of cookie dough ice cream, but we can't always get what we want.
Yesterday, I did subject myself to a three-hour serious French film that took me the whole day to watch because I took breaks every five minutes. I watched it for the gratuitous sex but it hardly seemed worth it because, the whole time, I just wanted to give the leads makeovers.
One of the highlights of the film, for me, was being introduced to this beauitful actor, Jérémie Laheurte. Too bad he had such a short role in it. The rest of the cast was made up of scruffy girls in need of a good scrubbing and a hair brush. (Internet file photo.)
I am, obviously, not a big fan of realism in movies, especially in this state I'm in. Give me the beautiful Hollywood people any day who make everything right in an hour and a half or less. (I am clearly not prepared for days like this because my hard drive is depressingly full of serious art films and documentaries.)
Nicolas will be back on Sunday (- he hasn't been in Siargao since he left on the 11th) and I'm hoping that his presence will help ease me back into a routine.
In the meantime, I'm having another playdate with Lily tonight!
We're having mac and cheese with huge chunks of bacon for dinner. Then we'll have stacks of crepes, some leche flan and the last two silvanas from Dumaguete that I specifically saved for us for our midnight snack. No fried Oreos this time around because, well, I already ate all the Oreos, didn't I? If I'm not too lazy, maybe we'll make corn dogs (- with crocodile sausages). I really really hope I'm not lazy later! I've been wanting corn dogs forever! Maybe not with crocodile sausages but they're all I have and I think one of them has cheese in it. Then for breakfast, we'll have cookie-butter-stuffed French toast (which is why I had to stop eating the cookie butter although, if we run out, I still have a whole jar of caramel with bacon bits). Then Mommy and Daddy are coming over for lunch to pick my little sister up and we're having paella and fried wantons. (When I was at Sagana telling Sue and Gerry what Lily and I were going to have on our playdate, Gerry made a face and cried, "But I want fried wantons too!", so I had to invite the adults over for lunch and serve grown-up food like paella.)
We'll watch movies, play board games, put together a puzzle (- I went to a toy store in Manila to make sure that we don't just watch movies this time), and she'll bring some books that we can read together before we slip into a food coma.
I am soooooooo looking forward to it! If only we had some ice cream... I am starting to question the wisdom of living on an island where a tub of malted milk or cookie dough ice cream is not readily available. Surely, this is universally recognized as a basic food group, a basic human need, and a basic human right. Why it isn't growing alongside tomatoes, I do not know.
Forthelove ofgodandeverythingthatisholy, please send ice cream.