guilty.

it's the second week of the first month of the year.
and i am already guilty of breaking some promises i've made to myself.
that i should be straying away - as in with a 10-foot-pole , from junk foods. but what do i do?

yesterday while deciphering graphs and figures for a report (that's long overdue, not my fault really) i decided to take a break and make a beeline for the elevator.
i took a quick trip to our grocery where the cashiers greeted me with the kind of smile and casual chit-chat that's bred by my frequent sojourn in that comfy junkie paradise.

bought myself several packs of that darn, yummy, crunchy Bread Pans, tossed a bag of all-time cheesy Mr. Chips and that all-too-familiar fire-engine colored bag of Chippy.
sigh. heaven.

one guilt pleasure that i've promise to deny myself of, beginning Sunday of this week.
not until i've earned it of course.

sheesh.
i could feel the brunt of my unhealthy options when i started my gym class.
sheesh.
i'm not exactly a pro when it comes to dancing, but i know and was confident that i could hold my ground when it comes to storming the dancefloor.
last night, i was beyond disbelief! punyeta.
i couldn't believe that i couldn't make a decent body wave. well, i tried. but i must've looked like Marshmallow Man in his pitiful execution of the slide.
after the session, i huddled with Mommy B - a senior semi-regular gym bud and C who's about my age and JC our dance instructor.
there we were a quartet of whining jammers who are cursing to high heavens the loads of carbs, sweets and junk food we've stuffed ourselves with - but of course, it was with a good laugh.

and a round of good laugh we had even as the combat started.
the instructor was really nice.
with every jab that i've unleashed comes a muttered oath and curse that i should really listen to my body anew. why, i couldn't even do those muay thai jumps and kicks with the kind of fury that i used to execute!!!!

arrrrghhhh!!!!!!
did i mention that i'm guilty of promises broken? yes, you've read it all.
it's piggin' out twice over.
so there.