For Whom The Fish Thaws

Random thoughts while thawing the fish.

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~ Dalagang bukid, in english, is Yellow Tail Fusilier. This fish brings back happy childhood memories. Fried dalagang bukid means dinner with everyone. If I remember correctly, it happened three times.

~ Frying fish is not cooking. It's meditation.

~ Damn, I'm really fat. Four-year old kid looks at my tummy and asks "may baby dyan?"

~ Someone I recently met is a bombshell. Beautiful, talented, mom trapped in a porn star's body. Just found out that she used to be F A T. Then the husband had an affair... She did everything possible to be get rid of the fats. She started dressing up. She started wearing make up. Things are much better between her and hubby now. The saddest, but most effective, motivator for losing weight - losing your husband.

~ My mind cannot accept that "losing" is pronounced "loo-sing." My Filipino brain wants to spell the word the way it's pronounced.

~ While frying fish, I checked out the DVDs in our book shelf and found Carmen. I remembered how close I got to being hot in 2007/2008. Through diet, swimming and her divine intervention during weekdays, I lost almost 20 pounds. Only to get pregnant... which was kewl!

~ I like what Yuri said about being slim - a lot of us have gone to the promise land of beautiful bodies only to be banished after a while... good thing is, you can always go back.