Wheatgrass

Gooda morning!!! Today I started my day right by waking up on the proper side of the bed (wherever that is) and a glass of this amazing powdered elixir of health - wheatgrass.

On rounding the Blogapalooza booths last Saturday, I chance upon the lady offering a cup full of green fluid for free. I mentally gulp, take the offer, brace myself for that "feeling" (my face blushing in green) and emptied the cup in one smooth gulp. The brain slowly register the taste and it surprised me. I try to re-live the taste and surprisingly, it is the same conclusion as my first - it was delicious. The maarte inside me grew small until it popped gone. I conquered my fear of the green fluid, the elixir of health - wheatgrass.

Sorry I hadn't got a single photo of the booth - I'm too occupied fighting my mental nemesis - of hating or avoiding every green edible, most especially in fluid form. I am too skeptical I admit. See that's the problem - skeptical when it comes to green and slave to everything that sparkle- which means fried and sugary when it comes to my food dictionary (and yes, diamond when it comes to stone although I haven't had a real  sparkling stone in real life!).

My recent food adventure was fun...

and I want to make an end to it, or maybe balance it out with Wheatgrass! <3

I just won half the battle though, the lady again ask me if I wanted to have my blood checked. I, who is not skilled of politely saying a determined NO, who was afraid of offending a friendly face offering a service, accepted the challenge with a light awkward nod, crooked smile on my lips, scrunching right eye, gaping mouth and greenish blush on my face. I saw the med representative poke the girl's finger with a yelp from her mouth and an ooze of fresh red blood from her pricked wound. My heart skip a long beat but I beat the inner maarte in me in pulp and remind myself that I'm used to needles - every Saturday afternoon I went down from Baguio to Manila to get intravenous medication that last the whole Sunday and then travel North every twilight Sunday because I'm taking Geology, 7:30am every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I even tried having a session of acupuncture with Dr. Quack because I have virus in my blood. An incompatibility of my biological parents' blood. A mild case of beta-thalassemia. (*whisper mode: that's another story. Sorry I tend to flab, I think I'm turning into a flubber. Remember Flubber movie with Robin Williams? Wait, what?)

Heart Surgery Case- PDA (Patent Ductus Arteriosus)

Blood Virus Case - mild BT (Beta - Thalassemia)

Medical City.  Circa 2008.

I shake my head (mostly mentally of course) to hear what the med representative is saying. She wants me to give her my hand. I gulp in air, give her my hand, close my eyes and hold my breath. Thuck... The needle penetrated my forefinger. Tore my flesh in an instant and oozed out a drop of fresh blood, or two. And it was done, it stings but at least it was over - the pain is less than a second and but the torture thinking about the pain last longer than that. I tend to re-live the pain (used to tend morbid feelings, sorry) but hey, I conquer my fear of needles. :P

My wheatgrass loot <3

Thought I completely won the battle, but my result told me otherwise. I have acidic blood, has uric crystals and I lack iron in my diet.

I need the elixir of health. (I decided I called it that, after reading and knowing what its powers are capable of doing. Elixir of health is the best noun-adjective I could think of). Introducing The elixir of life - wheatgrass. After two days and a night of learning about Wheatgrass I concluded...

IG post: #reading my way to sleep with #wheatgrass. On the blog later. Stay tuned.

I need the  elixir of life - wheatgrass, because I have rouleaux - red blood cell stacked that resemble that of scattered pile of coins. My blood is acidic because I swim in a pool of black brewed or instant coffee three to four times a day. I need wheatgrass because it is hailed as the "King of Alkaline Foods" which is the opposite of acid in Chemistry.

I need the  elixir of life - wheatgrass, because I have target cells - donut shaped red blood cell that indicates lack of iron in my diet.  I breastfeed and the babe is actually getting my body's Iron, hence the deficiency. I need wheatgrass because it is a  "superfood" that nourishes the body with 13 vitamins, 10 minerals and a whooping 17 amino acids!

I need the  elixir of life - wheatgrass, because I have uric acid crystals - knife-shaped crystals that are formed in the plasma or liquid portion of the blood which is the result of too much nuts, beans and organ meat intake. Excuse my love for papaitang kambing and my hoarding of cashew nuts for I once read it removes fat in the body!  I need wheatgrass because it cleanses the body with fiber, antioxidants and enzymes!

Today, I woke up on the right side of bed and drink my wheatgrass honey. See, I still have my favorite palabok and queensland butter, but at least I have my wheatgrass in my tummy too.

Still skeptical. I think this would change your mind as it did to me the moment I read it!

One glass of Wheatgrass C.A.N. is equivalent to ten kilos of vegetables!

Run to Wheatgrass facebook page to know more, click here.

Slenda!

I'm 28 last 2008. After shots of steroid and a huge slice on my left back as a remembrance of my heart surgery, I was 32. After getting married, getting pregnant and having a breastfeeding infant with burgers, fries and pizzas inbetween, I lost count. No, I'm not talking about my age. *gulp I'm talking about my waist - waistline that is.

Me and my size 28. Circa 2005.

The 6-month pregnant me. Circa 2011.

Post-natal. Circa 2012.

Turning one year. Circa 2013.

I still have my favorite skinny jeans on my closet - getting spider webs and dusty. Wishing deep inside to fit in them. Of course, it ain't real life if reality won't smack me down on my chubby cheeks left and right. I lack discipline - that I admit. But hey tomorrow is another day. And wouldn't it be a shame if I love the sunrise and choose it rather than sunset because sunrise means hope? So I square my shoulders and squeeze my tummy to make my pant's zipper close and make my way to their booth at exactly four pm to get my hands on their prized possession. No, I'm not talking about food. *geez, you're hurting my feelings! I'm talking about Slenda.

Yup, I'm one of the four. Actually, I'm the first of the four. Talk about determination, eh? 

Well, I would tell which of the four I was because I'm hoping I was the "thinnest" but I unfortunately I was the wasted one with the ring that my sister lend me. The Slenda girls would remember me, I was the one who reminds them about the four o'clock deal. Talk about being pushy, eh?

Well, if you are a mother (becoming a mom is more than having an infant. When I give birth to my baby, I give birth to mommyhood - and that is huge metamorphosis of a thin tiny worm to a humongous enormous gigantic butterfly! But that's another story) again, if you are a mother and this big and this wide, you would. Talk about being defensive, eh?

I was not fit for about three years now. My entire life I was petite and I look like one. Now I was huge and I look like zero. lol The doctors blame the steroids. I blame myself for my love of food - I'm a foodie. I don't do "diet", I do "thy eat". Now, is different. Now is time for change. And I wanna take my chance with Slenda.

Check out Slenda facebook page and look for my picture and hit like! lol Kidding! But seriously, if you love Valerie Concecpcion's body and you want yours to fit on her sexy outfit, click here.

P.S. - poke me if you liked my photo on Slenda and I'll poke you back twice.

P.S.S. - or maybe I'll poke you thrice, or, I'll just do a rave on my blogs about it.

The sexy me inside,

G.

I Love Lulu Nails

One of the pampering I usually skip is painting my nails. I skip it because I don't usually have the spare time to go to a salon. I skip it because I wash the dishes, do the laundry, took baby to bath, etc, etc, etc. But really. I don't give myself this pampering because I need more encouragement. I need to make myself believe that I need it. It's a girl's right. That deep down I know, I want it. lol Too dramatic eh? Well, when you're a mom, with no helpers,  working-at-home, doing household chores and having one energetic infant wrecking havoc, painting nails would be like unicorns and dry rough hands are horses.

I chance upon Lulu's one fateful night, with my girls, partying with me, err, doing video with me. And, it was pure bliss.

Happiness. Sophistication. Elegance.

I was like Cinderella and Lulu's was my glass slipper. I would want to go back to this fairytale land of glittering nails if I could. With hightech amenities like flat screen tv, glossy magazines and amazing service, who wouldn't?

I met them once more on the Blogapalooza 2013. I think it's a sign that I gotta give myself a break and let them fix my broken spirit, I mean nails so that again, I would tell my tale of Ms. Angel caressing my right foot's ticklish part, of ingrowns removed, soft cuticles and cute nail polishes.

Check out Lulu Nails and Dry Bar Facebook page here.