Healthy Lifestyle

By the time I entered highschool, I was almost so close to being fit. I play almost all kinds of sport during summer at that perio d. Basketball, lawn tennis, table tennis, cycling, and takyan are just some of the activitites that I did. I was encouraged to play like an animal since I was transferring schools. This time, it's co-ed.

A teacher once said, "First impressions are always wrong". Indeed thay are. But at the same time, "First impressions last". I was very conscious of my fitness because there will be a great change in the school atmosphere, especially for me, who finished gradeschool in a boys' school. I was, sort of, ignorant about having girls as classmates. I kept on thinking about what they're thinking. About their thoughts about boys, about beauty, about body, and everything under the sun.

In time, I was able to adjust about those things that creeps me out. I was shy, of course, I'm just a growing boy! It took a while but nevertheless, I had adjusted. I kept my shape for about three years until an accident happend one summer day of 2004. I dislocated my left wrist because of dela Hoya. No! It's not what you think.

We were in Bicol that time and I was assigned (as I always did and always will) to wash the dishes. My father's office had no sink so I had to do it in the bathroom. The bathroom was all slippery beacause of the oil. I was carrying the skillet while going in but my eyes were tuned in to dela Hoya's fight. I did'nt watch where I was stepping and then BOOM! I slipped and the rest is history.

I bloated after that accident. Even my friends noticed it.

Two weeks after the cast was taken, I resumed to playing basketball in school taking no attention of my doctor's warning. Actually, I became very good and my left hand was always in my pocket. Basketball has always been my remedy to staying fit until one fateful September day of 2006. I, again, met an accident. I broke my left knee! Waaaaaa! I thought I was gonna die after that.

I was playing basketball that time. We had our CE league. I got the ball and signaled my teammates for a play. I crossovered, ran, jumped, passed the ball, then crack. A very loud crack that I thought it's my end. I get really scared everytime I bethink that sound.

I bloated again!

Three months after the cast was taken, I was back to the old me. The old physical me. I asked my mom to enroll me to a fitness gym. Here I am today trying to sweat THESE things out. Hoping to be back to the shape I wanted. I'm also trying to shape up these muscles. hehehe

I entered 2nd year college with a 145-lb handbag. I finished 2nd year, 170 lbs. WOW! Isn't that a development? Hmmmm..