I got up at 3:30 AM this morning, disturbed by a recurring dream of two significant people who recently figured in the most traumatic, roller-coaster experience of mi vida loca. It was not nightmarish, just some scenes from the past when everything was oh-so-fine and when I can still define what real friendship is in the deepest sense of the word.
At that same time our ever-faithful, zany kasambahay, whom li’l Zoe fondly calls Ate Joy (or Charina, or Cha) was already up and about, preparing breakfast for my bro-in-law who had to leave at 4:30 AM. I thought, hmm, I might as well carry on my plan of losing these flabs and start brisk-walking around the village. Ate Joy asked if she could go with me after bro-in-law leaves for work. (You see, she’s also on the heavy side) What a great idea! Heck, of course you can! I told her. So off we traipsed along the quiet roads of our village, not missing any street coz’ I wanna maximize my time and effort, all the while thinking how much calories I am going to burn for today. Ate Joy was in slippers, so I told her to borrow my mom’s rubber shoes for tomorrow’s session and the next J
It was therapeutic since I also used the time conversing with God as I jogged and walked and jogged and walked around the basketball court in our clubhouse. We ended the session by teaching Ate Joy some stretches and tae-bo moves I learned when I was still engaged in aerobics about eons ago. I have to admit, I had so much fun!
We went back home at around 6 AM and found Zoe already in the living room and waiting for her mom to leave for work. After which she led me to their room so that she could play with Pooh and her other tropang stuffed toys: Toto (Big Bird), Pikachu and Barney while I browsed over sis’ audio cd’s and played Chain of Fools by Aretha Franklin- my top favorite for dancing. I noticed that my three-year old niece Zoe was getting into the groove, flapping her arms and head-banging. Hahaha. Gawd. It was so hilarious! So I got up and danced frantically with her, moving around in circles like sillies. Gee. I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything else. Hehehe.
What used to be a sore feeling that morning when I woke up was replaced by a revitalized energy and hope that the rest of my bum days would be something worth-waiting for. Thanks Ate Joy and my pumpkin Zoe gurl!
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