Thursday, June 24. For the past ten days, I have managed to observe real austerity measures. I did not linger in Midtown to eat or have coffee while I read (which I always did to escape rush hour), I took cheaper forms of transportation, even walked short distances to save my fare allowance, I did not eat anything worth more than 100 pesos for lunch. It was a very promising change in my lifestyle.
One of the downsides is I threw my crappy weight loss plans away because going straight home after work would have me eating homecooked meals, and we all know, they’re the shiznit.
One other roadblock is relapse. Sadly, it hit me yesterday, although still in moderation. Today, I can shamelessly admit that I burned all the money I saved in the past days. I ate out, I bought…stuff, and purchased more items.
I figured I’ll shape up when I already have more tangible “responsibilities”. As long as I’m only responsible for my own confused self, it’s fine, I guess. I refuse to be stressed by this “late-twenties sphere” anymore. I’m off to enjoy all these yuppie bullshit for women slackers, including my sexuality (let’s talk about this later). Care to join me?