instant mami

after finally attempting to run around the academic oval instead of simply brisk walking, i sent an SMS to jay telling him that why couldn't there be an instant way to lose weight.

lipo, he replied.

but really, i insisted. i want something instant. my legs were groaning. i fell into bed grassy jogging pants and all, and for the life of me, couldn't force myself to get out of it.

skin white promises whiter underarms in three weeks.
dove promises better skin in ten days.
rebonding promises straight locks within the day.
lucky me promises instant pancit canton within three minutes.
mini-stop promises a complete breakfast in thirty seconds.

why not instant weight loss?

of course, there's always kankunis but i couldn't bear the thought of me running to the washroom in the middle of a lecture just to do number 2. and even if i could afford lipo, the thought of becoming as massive as sharon cuneta (yes i'm a sharonian at heart but me wanting to become her ends with the weight issue) even after several trips to a doctor is enough to make me want to keep my money in the bank.

and besides, although the boyfriend is as tall as joey marquez, i don't think i need vicky belo's touch to keep him faithful.

really.

but when you're huffing, and puffing, and tripping all over the academic oval, putting one foot in front of the other just to get the evening run done, you start wishing for a friend like boy abunda who'd make a pronouncement that he'd be willing to cover your lipo expenses if you'll be strong enough to undergo the operation.

since i don't, i guess i'd have to just continue running every night, day in day out, in the hope that before i know it, i'd be in fighting form.

and if i stop obsessing about it and just concentrate on doing it, it might happen, in an instant.