Yesterday was a productive day; I went to the Salcedo market and was back home by 9.30am. But the moment I stepped into the house, my parents announced that we were going to Binondo for some dimsum and fresh fruit. After that, I passed by the supermarket for groceries and settled down to cook for some guests who came over for a raucous round of Taboo. The long weekend was spent on eating and pretty much nothing else.

Now, I refuse to step on the scale. For one thing, I shouldn’t have eaten too much last night, except I prepared so much food that I felt guilty about not eating. I’m aware that 1.) I am not fat and 2.) I can just work out and stop moaning about extra calories. But something else had been bothering me the whole weekend, and when I feel bad about something, the thinner I’d like to be. It’s not a good thing, I know.  But it’s something that unfortunately had been around since high school, and working in the publishing industry sometimes doesn’t help, because we’re surrounded with impossibly thin models and end up having a distorted self-perception.

That's me in high school. Check out the trends at that time: knee-length skirts, elephant pants, graphic shirts. Eww.

Taken a few months ago. I don't care what people say, I'd like to remain that skinny :p I also know that it doesn't sound good (hello, high school kids--don't follow this at home), but allow me some self-indulgence here

And now, I’m off to the Legaspi market to get some items for a shoot, but we all know what’s going to happen anyway (i.e., more eating). I don’t usually work out on weekends, but today, I’m bringing my workout clothes. Meh.