Moonlighting

I remember watching Moonlighting episodes in full at this time last year. I had time then because I started getting sick for days in between. I got well and somehow Hits TV stopped airing them after Season 3. Now it's airing again and back to Season 1 nonetheless. Funny enough, I also started coughing again.

The positive side of me contends it is just that time of year. Hurray for December.

Lift Myself

I signed up at a health and fitness center near the office. I was stoked by the dancing lessons they offer but lately, detox boxing caught my fancy, too. However, one thing I have tried twice and miserably failed in was tissu or aerial silk. Simply put, I cannot lift myself.

The trainer told me it's not about my weight entirely. True, for there are women larger than me who can glide smoothly up, up, and away using suspended silk cloths. 

I am not strong. There lies the big difference.

In 2016, I am going to make it a goal: basically make my arms and my core strong enough to lift myself. The aerial silk routines look so fun to do, if only I can do it. Then afterwards, I can probably dabble into pole dancing as well. 

Remember: strong, not thin. 

If I lose weight in the process, then that's a bonus.

The Sweetest Fun

It was November last year when I started thinking of someone more often than usual. The ebbs and flows have been intense, and then not, and then it's back again. In between working and extra-curriculars, trips and what-nots, of dead-end attempts to exchange Facebook messages, it's pretty safe to say, I made it one year of this good feeling.

The difference is that this one is not within my immediate compound, one that I am prone to see, accidentally or otherwise. So I do not know if this bodes well in my favor or not, seeing that all my attempts have been naught anyway.

See, this is the same kind of routine that only changes the other personality involved. I do not know why I gladly go through this again and again. I mean, in the words of Bachelor Girl:

• walking under a bus
• getting hit by a train
• sinking down at sea
• crashing my car
• going insane

It feels so good you just do it over and over, as if you're on a trampoline.

Mannequinny

I have one tiny gripe with plus-size mannequins. They are larger, yes, but no matter how quarterbacky their shoulders are, their belly part is still flat. Admit it, it's not entirely representative of what a plus-size should be. Come on, there should be more belly hanging out of it. Just saying.