A Walk Through Life

I've made progress lately. Yahoo! I'm talking about my losing weight agenda. I am happy to say that I'm no longer stuck in the planning stage like it used to be for the longest time. I know I haven't been a little kinder to my body and health for a couple of years already. Not that I am doing it intentionally. It's just that I have deliberately allowed stress and other factors to conquer my physical well-being. Still, I know the Lord has been helping me all throughout this journey. Through our Zumba sessions in the neighborhood, He has helped me gain new friends with similar goals and interest as mine. Although I wouldn't be able to join them for awhile due to a change in my work schedule, I know I can always join them anytime my schedule permits me to. Laughing the painful cramps off :-) Anyway, I promised myself that my battle with the bulge does not end with Zumba no longer part of my weekend activity. I have to rely on self-help videos and keep my

My husband told me that when he was a child, he used to borrow her grandmother's harmonica. He said he knew how to play with it but that was already a long time ago. If you ask him to play it now, he would probably need a week to revive his knowledge on how to play this musical instrument well. Grandmother-in-law's harmonica, by the way, is already 41 years old but it still looks as good as it sounds. Yes, it is still with her. Isn't that amazing? I personally saw it when we visited our in-laws when she showed it to me. There is no denying the number of years she had it with her as she did not forget to write on the box (something most elders her age would do) the date she received it as a gift from her husband. Yes, the casing on the harmonica is still very much in tact, even as of this time. I was really impressed at how she cherishes this gift. She even showed me samples of old songs she can remember playing with this instrument. So, when my husband started to look aroun

On our way to work one morning, while we were riding our motorcycle, we noticed the van ahead of us bore a mini poster plastered at the back of the vehicle with some words that are not quite readable if you don't get near it. There's a picture within the poster, though, which I later recognized to be that of St. Therese of the Child Jesus . Out of curiosity, I asked my husband to drive closer near it and I forced my eyes so I can have the chance to read some parts of it. I knew I can google it later when work is over. Luckily, I had an idea that the words written in the poster were excerpts from the Story of a Soul . I googled those 4 words and realized it was all about the life of St. Therese. This beautiful and inspiring story about her life has got me reading the rest of the day. I thought I should have just listened to the audio book so that I won't tire my eyes out (I guess I have to accept and acknowledge the need of eyeglasses now at my age) but thought I would appre

After giving birth, I must confess that some things are happening with my body that I have very little to no control of. Among other things, it seemed like my bladder could not always do its part of holding up urine a little longer than it used to. I am talking about urinary incontinence. I thought incontinence can only be experienced by the elderly or those that are already past their retirement age but I was wrong. I didn't even think that a laughter can trigger a flow from my bladder. This actually bothered me for awhile but after a few reads on the Internet and after a word from a doctor (especially), I was somehow appeased. To be honest, my urinary incontinence experience came to a point that I had to rely on these diapers and nappies for adults for awhile but after following a few exercises ( Kegel exercises) that can help strengthen the muscles in my pelvic area, I was able to manage it well. Of course, it was not like I have totally dealt with it or gotten rid of it

I mentioned in my other blog that my little girl is almost ready for school . We have already found the school that she would be going to this coming school year. She will be four years old this coming March and her age by then would be just right for Kindergarten I. I tried to tell or ask the teacher who was in charge of admission that she has not even entered Nursery yet. I was a little worried that she might not be ready to write just yet. However, the teacher informed me that her age is more appropriate for K1; and so, husband and I had to defer to her judgment as well as the curriculum. If it were only up to me, I wished she had tried to be in a Playgroup first but I guess it's already too late for that. Anyhow, we're enrolling her for Summer for a month (on a playschool just near our house) just to immerse her on a classroom setting and to get her started on her writing. As parents, we also have our own sessions with her at home just to prepare her for kindergarten. Hop

There are times when I need to dress up formally for a function or an occasion. In many of these times, I get anxious because I am really clueless about what to wear because I'm simply not the 'dressy' type of person. Looking back, I had been fortunate to have friends who are always willing to help me find something that suits me or to lend me whatever they have in their closet. If it weren't for my friend who had me wear her extra evening dress and done my makeup, I wouldn't have been able to attend the debut of another friend. We are getting ready to attend a debut party. Eight years later, I remembered the last time I needed to wear something formal was the time I played the role of maid of honor for a friend's wedding. At that time, the bride-to-be gave me the freedom to decide what I should wear and how I should look as long as I follow the theme of the wedding. The pressure was left on me to decide on the design and this was something I found difficu