Fairusa Elchibey's Press Con

When I was a kid, I'd wear my mom's blazers and heels, put on lipstick and pretend I'm in my office firing alipins. chos. What I realized over this summer is that I've been a kid for too long now, and while I really do enjoy what I do; wake up early for the kids (read: para kanino ka gumigising chos), teach and play, workout/box/diet, go to rehearsals, sleep late--- and though I really REALLY enjoy and love my current routines, I decided I wanted a new life. I also wanted to move on partial-chos. haha

If I had it my way, I'd drop everything without goodbyes, book a ticket to Azerbaijan and start my life over with a new identity and be Fairusa Elchibey who loves collecting animal teeth. (Don't go searching for her, that's a random name I just came up with from the Azerbaijani baby names site)


MOVING ON

Cheesy ba? Sorry haha. I was hesitant to put this (I wrote this last actually), but then I realized it all started here. There's no one to blame, no one. I was at my happiest, I swear I was. I'm no longer sad that whatever happened is never going to happen again, and a lot of things have changed. I was at my happiest during those months, but I know I can be happier. :)

Just like that. :)

Don't worry, my autograph from back when I was in grade 3 said that the 8 year old Timee was planning to do this in the future---

How about you? What are your future plans? :)

MOVING OUT

The old condo (aside from having too much memories chos) was wearing me out. It no longer had good energies, and it made me feel worthless chos. No really, I wanted a new home, a new routine, a new environment. Plus, I wanted to pay for the rent on my own. So consider this move as also becoming financially independent. hihi So I dragged my mattress and maletas to a concrete jungle in the middle of the metro. I remember saying I was never going to want to live in that area because of too much traffic, too many buildings and people and not much trees. But here I am, almost a month later, waking up to this view from the 30th floor every morning. So far, I'm loving it.

MAKING THE JUMP

"I need a break from teaching" I told my boss when I handed him my resignation letter. He then says "Do you need a month? a few weeks?" In general, my life needs a break. Though I'll miss the kids, the crying and the screaming, I want a new environment with adults older than 28, with more boys in the workplace (read: malandi haha) and late night hohols (hang out hang out langs) with officemtes ranting about how stressful our work is over a glass of Amaretto Sour. I also remember saying I will never work in the corporate setting, because desk jobs are just the end of me. But it turns out, I want it. For now. I want an Elle-Woods-meets-Miranda-Priestley kind of job, and I've been to interviews here and there, but I think I found the one--- or rather, it found me. Hopefully, this is it.

It will mean that I will have to be on hiatus from certain passions (huhu) for the longer work hours, heavier work loads and the pressure and stress. But it will also mean that I'm going to focus my efforts and energies on this, be better at what I can do employee-of-the-month-levels, and taking a bigger step closer towards my dreams. I made the jump, have you? :)


TIMEE 2.0
Excuse me, I don't mean to boast, but I'M DEYM PROUD of how much I've changed over the past few months. I started 150 lbs, and yesterday's weigh in revealed that I'm 38lbs lighter. I can't post a before and after pic just yet, because I promised I'll only do so when I've reached my goal weight. But I've been making healthier choices; eating fruits instead of ice cream, munching on carrot sticks instead of Cheetos, taking the stairs over the elevator, choosing to walk than take the trike, and drinking 6 liters of water everyday.

You can't tempt me with fries because that's not real potato, it's deep fried and it's loaded with so much calories and msg that makes it addictive. haha You can tell me "Ang sarap sarap kaya kumain!" and believe me, the healthy stuff I've been eating is also just as delicious. But more than anything, I will not and cannot trade the feeling of being lighter, being less tired and having more energy than the usual, and being able to cartwheel (yes, I can) over a slice of cake. A moment on your lips, forever on your hips. 

You can't tell me I'm depriving or starving myself, going through this suicidal diet--- I'm not. I'm healthier. I bring around this inhaler that I used to puff at least 6 times a day (the maximum per day is only 2), and ever since, I haven't had a puff in 2-3 months. I am never going to choose a slab of lechon over that.

So if you ask me how I do it, think of your choices. It's easy, really. Dieting is hard. Choosing healthy is easy.

Naks, pwede na akong gumawa ng fitness empire. Char.


I haven't blogged in the past year, my avid fans and readers are dying to know what I have been up to. Just thought this was worthy of a post. :)