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Brand New Day, Not-So-Brand New Diet

Today, I start a new diet. Partly because of a precocious little four-year old who, despite her age and height, frequently dishes out some startling and uncannily sage observations: "Ate Honey, tumataba ka na. Bawas-bawasan mo ang pagkain mo, ha?" And thus, thanks to Montalban's Rica Mae (a.k. by her less glamorous nickname, "Ikang"), I will attempt to take her advice and show her some results in a few months' time. Probably a little more difficult to follow through was last Thursday's stumper: "Ate Honey, may syota ka ba?" Cute kid.

But the diet is mainly for an upcoming wedding of a couple of very good friends: Jerry and Len are finally tying the knot after many years, and I intend to finally wear something really nice that will not cause me to lose face or be subjected to the potential verbal torture of Neil, the Master of Side Comments himself and my co-emcee at the reception. I should know what he's capable of - I learned everything I know about the art of panlalait from him!! Not to mention the fact that we've been known to be evil conspirators in the practice of such a dark art (in my past life, at least, heh heh). Anyway, I'm trying out Len's designer Bong Lazo (one of Jerry's valued clients, who also happens to be a kabagyan from Abra) to make real my dream dress (a prototype of which I saw on my cousin Leanne's friend Kitchie at another wedding not too long ago). But this extra weight + that dress just ain't quite right. So, in the name of vanity and to avoid the ire of Maestro Libakero, I'm going to do a modified version of the diet I went on three years ago, just before Paris, (dropped almost 20 pounds, most of which I thankfully managed to keep off!), but minus the cigarettes. I wonder how I'll fare this time, without the nicotine fix. But anyway, it's the South Beach Diet plan (three years ago I used Eades' Protein Power, which was a little more strict, and caused my hair unspeakable damage, boohoo!). I don't anticipate too much of a problem because I don't have a sweet tooth and I'm really into meat and proteins, but I have to cut out all alcohol for 14 days. Man, that's going to be tough...I suppose I can pretend I'm on antibiotics or something. The things we do in the name of beauty...vanity, thy name is Honey!

posted by Honey Oliveros @ 12:59 PM