I Am The Walrus

I’ve been struggling with my weight for God knows how long and I’ve come to a point where I thought it was pointless anyway, the diets, the pills, the bitter teas. My mantra before was that no one was requiring me to lose weight: not my family, not my friends, not my job. Then I learned about this calorie-counting thing and I said, "Okay, one last shot". And I’m glad I gave it a chance. It’s been eight weeks so far and I’ve lost 14 lbs and three inches around my waist. Six pounds more and I will be out of the realm of "overweight" at least by body mass index (BMI) standards. And it’s true that you don’t do it for anyone else, you do it for yourself. I feel healthier, the daily exercise helps me sleep, and my clothes fit me better. I’ve ingrained the calorie-counting system to my lifestyle so much that I can’t put a morsel of food in my mouth without knowing how many calories it would contribute to my day. It’s become part of my routine. It’s not that hard, if you think about it.

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The first thing my son learned in summer pre-school? The Goodbye Song. The cognotic version of "Uwian na… uwian na…" (Do you realize that we used to sing it to the tune of the wedding march?). It goes "We are going, we are going, say goodbye… say goodbye… see you all tomorrow…see you all tomorrow… say goodbye" (I can’t remember what the tune is but it’s a children’s song we used to sing. Ah, I’ll get back to you).

Imagine my boy in an hour-long catatonia in school only participating in a single activity: singing The Goodbye Song. Like mother like son.

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I have resisted for months to get on the Prison Break bandwagon, thinking that it’s just a show with good looking men, that it’s not going to be funny and intelligent like the X-files.

I have also resisted to get on the Wentworth Miller drool fest at the office and in my other social circles because he struck me as the Tom Cruise - Brad Pitt type, the type that gets so overrated, you have to take a closer look if they’re actually good looking.

And then I did watch the show and man was I wrong. The show is as ridiculously wonderful as the X-files, perfecting the element of suspense most of all. I am positively hooked.

As for Wentworth Miller, I have initially decided to put my sights on the older brother, Dominic Purcell — who has the shoulders of a real man and the acting chops of Hugh Jackman (who he went to school with). But then Wentworth Miller talks with that velvety, Bruce Wayne voice of his that echoes in your brain HOURS after you hear it and I’m like….. Dominic who?

Yes, I like Wentworth, but I put on a fight first.