It’s roughly two before I hit the beach. No matter how much I want to book the next flight to Boracay, heaven must wait.

I’m drowning in a pile of work, and to add to that, I’m moving to another place ( across the street? haha! ). So much packing to do and I’ve been given a deadline. Oh drat.

It’s also a blessing that I still have two months ( or one and a half? ) because I need, need, need, to work on my figure. Twould be an impossible feat to do what Phoebe told me Jessica Alba’s routine was. I’m wanting to swim this weekend but it’s my baby sister Shine’s Holy Communion. Would have to torture myself next weekend to try to do a hundred laps no matter what it takes. And not eat too much right after. Haha!

Other options include doing crunches every night, resurrecting the pilates video I have, throw in my yoga mat and do it every night, or take my sister Straw’s offer of her newly bought Hiphop Abs ( Hiphop?! hahaha! ). I also happen to have a bottle of Metabotrim in my cabinet. Hmmmm ( evil thought )

There is really no way of me not eating or being strictly in a diet because I’m bound to break it. My appetite’s the heftiest, and the more I am deprived, the more I crave. Point taken , just this week, as I could hear my tummy screaming at me, which in turn, made me binge eat this week again. Geez.

Oh Lord, please, please, please, I want to have a smokin` bod for beach season. Give me a miracle!