booty is in the eye of the beholder
I was about to write that I'm deliriously happy, which I still am, even though that I've been revolving through different doctor's doors. I've resorted to 2 different kinds of acupuncture, 1 kind of incense burning test, 3 kinds of chinese medicine - bug juice, bark tea, and mud powder, 1 kind of misty - more like stinky - spray, several topical creams and UV Light treatment. Short of laser surgery, I believe I exhausted all avenues of eczema treatment, taking money into consideration of course. Nothing in life is free, more like, nothing in life comes cheap.
Then three different voodoo Chinese doctors told me mostly to limit my food intake - so I'm taking a drastic diet so as not to counteract their meds. I CANNOT take:
sweets, candies, chocolate, white sugar, all fruits (except kiwi, grapefruit, apple & plum), meat (including duck, goose, pork, beef, chicken), carbohydrates (potatoes, pasta, noodles, etc), white rice , bread, cold drinks, pop, juice, canned goods, fried food, asparagus, bamboo shoot, eggplant, spicy food, water, mushroom, egg, cheese, peanuts, seafood (except 3 kinds of fish)
I can only safely take: 3 kinds of fish (grouper and 2 others that we don't know the English translations), steamed vegetables except mentioned above, ginger tea or brown rice tea, brown sugar, whole wheat, and brown rice.
This makes for a fine and dandy time finding food to eat, especially out in a restaurant. Good luck!
It frustrates me, this thing, that I'm all covered up in the summer because I look like a leper. But I'm slowly convinced by Papa not to give a flying fuck about how I look, or rather, what would other people think or say if they see me, if he doesn't give a damn. Well, of course, we all can't lie. If I had the body of J. Lo, wouldn't he be hard every freakin second he sees me? That's the effect I want, but couldn't have. Or maybe, this relationship is beyond that, past looks, past surface. And isn't that supposed to be great?
So to this end, I'm starting to take baby steps towards improving myself, just joined the gym a last week, and have been religiously waking up at 5:30 in the morning to go get my butt firmed up with Papa's guidance. But his mind is elsewhere when he sees me working out at the machines. Guidance, my ass. Haha. He can't wait to see how this engine will run in 6 months. Haha. :) He's sorely tempted, but girls know how to keep their man waiting :)
In my case, it's the first time I've seen him "in action" and all I have been doing all the time he was swimming was holding my breath. It's like whale-watching, you never know when to expect it, but never want to miss it anyway. That's how magnificent he is. *Sigh* I couldn't say I wet my pants every time I see him doing the butterfly and turning to do another lap because I'm already in the pool. But good god, my eyes seem glued. O-O His stamina is something to be admired and of course, his ass too. :P
It's cool that this fitness centre that I joined has everything that we both want, tons of equipment, membership already includes unlimited use of pool and classes, and towel service, that's important. Haha. Plus it opens from 5 AM til midnight. Sweet. It's pretty nice for a decent price. Unlike Goodlife and other fitness & community centers, for the price they're offering, it's not even worth it for me. I almost tried Curves but the dinky places that I checked out leaves much to be desired with one measly washroom and exercise space as big as 2 of my rooms combined. The circuit training turns out to be boring according to some of those people who have tried. But each to his own, right? It's hella expensive too for something that measly. I just forget it. And besides, major point is that, being for women only, it doesn't offer the view of Papa's backside. Heheheh. Enough buttalk.
Yes, I think aside from deliriously crushing on my guy, I'm absolutely in love. And this is the part that scares me, the more I love, the more I am afraid to lose. So I'm holding back a portion of me still for "just in cases," especially when I'm reminded everyday by my mom that we can be "just friends," nothing serious, no talk of marriage, because what we plan may not always come into fruition. Granted, she's not as against Papa as the pig, with Papa scoring major points with just having a job. But she's not jumping up and down because Papa doesn't work decent hours, meaning a 9-to-5'er. And the fact that she thinks it's not a stable job (what job is stable these days?), that he likes to move from career to career, place to place is a sign of instability, rather than improvement.
Oh well, what can you do? So I just let her say things and let me be me, which is, I want to be happy, and I am happy with Papa, even though that I just recently realized how amazing he is (this was lost on me months prior because I didn't look carefully at the "merchandise" before I "bought" it hahaha), I became a tad jealous of all the girls he came in contact with, and wish I could be Miss Mexico with all the brains and hair and nice Venus legs. But thinking about it for a second more, I'm real glad that all those 100 girls threw him back in the sea so I can catch him. They say he's too nice. What's wrong with being nice, you mean nice ass? Hahah. Stop it already. Anyway, another woman's "trash," is another woman's "treasure." Bweehehehe. Giddy like I found gold.
Then three different voodoo Chinese doctors told me mostly to limit my food intake - so I'm taking a drastic diet so as not to counteract their meds. I CANNOT take:
sweets, candies, chocolate, white sugar, all fruits (except kiwi, grapefruit, apple & plum), meat (including duck, goose, pork, beef, chicken), carbohydrates (potatoes, pasta, noodles, etc), white rice , bread, cold drinks, pop, juice, canned goods, fried food, asparagus, bamboo shoot, eggplant, spicy food, water, mushroom, egg, cheese, peanuts, seafood (except 3 kinds of fish)
I can only safely take: 3 kinds of fish (grouper and 2 others that we don't know the English translations), steamed vegetables except mentioned above, ginger tea or brown rice tea, brown sugar, whole wheat, and brown rice.
This makes for a fine and dandy time finding food to eat, especially out in a restaurant. Good luck!
It frustrates me, this thing, that I'm all covered up in the summer because I look like a leper. But I'm slowly convinced by Papa not to give a flying fuck about how I look, or rather, what would other people think or say if they see me, if he doesn't give a damn. Well, of course, we all can't lie. If I had the body of J. Lo, wouldn't he be hard every freakin second he sees me? That's the effect I want, but couldn't have. Or maybe, this relationship is beyond that, past looks, past surface. And isn't that supposed to be great?
So to this end, I'm starting to take baby steps towards improving myself, just joined the gym a last week, and have been religiously waking up at 5:30 in the morning to go get my butt firmed up with Papa's guidance. But his mind is elsewhere when he sees me working out at the machines. Guidance, my ass. Haha. He can't wait to see how this engine will run in 6 months. Haha. :) He's sorely tempted, but girls know how to keep their man waiting :)
In my case, it's the first time I've seen him "in action" and all I have been doing all the time he was swimming was holding my breath. It's like whale-watching, you never know when to expect it, but never want to miss it anyway. That's how magnificent he is. *Sigh* I couldn't say I wet my pants every time I see him doing the butterfly and turning to do another lap because I'm already in the pool. But good god, my eyes seem glued. O-O His stamina is something to be admired and of course, his ass too. :P
It's cool that this fitness centre that I joined has everything that we both want, tons of equipment, membership already includes unlimited use of pool and classes, and towel service, that's important. Haha. Plus it opens from 5 AM til midnight. Sweet. It's pretty nice for a decent price. Unlike Goodlife and other fitness & community centers, for the price they're offering, it's not even worth it for me. I almost tried Curves but the dinky places that I checked out leaves much to be desired with one measly washroom and exercise space as big as 2 of my rooms combined. The circuit training turns out to be boring according to some of those people who have tried. But each to his own, right? It's hella expensive too for something that measly. I just forget it. And besides, major point is that, being for women only, it doesn't offer the view of Papa's backside. Heheheh. Enough buttalk.
Yes, I think aside from deliriously crushing on my guy, I'm absolutely in love. And this is the part that scares me, the more I love, the more I am afraid to lose. So I'm holding back a portion of me still for "just in cases," especially when I'm reminded everyday by my mom that we can be "just friends," nothing serious, no talk of marriage, because what we plan may not always come into fruition. Granted, she's not as against Papa as the pig, with Papa scoring major points with just having a job. But she's not jumping up and down because Papa doesn't work decent hours, meaning a 9-to-5'er. And the fact that she thinks it's not a stable job (what job is stable these days?), that he likes to move from career to career, place to place is a sign of instability, rather than improvement.
Oh well, what can you do? So I just let her say things and let me be me, which is, I want to be happy, and I am happy with Papa, even though that I just recently realized how amazing he is (this was lost on me months prior because I didn't look carefully at the "merchandise" before I "bought" it hahaha), I became a tad jealous of all the girls he came in contact with, and wish I could be Miss Mexico with all the brains and hair and nice Venus legs. But thinking about it for a second more, I'm real glad that all those 100 girls threw him back in the sea so I can catch him. They say he's too nice. What's wrong with being nice, you mean nice ass? Hahah. Stop it already. Anyway, another woman's "trash," is another woman's "treasure." Bweehehehe. Giddy like I found gold.