Monthly Archives: November 2010

Just Stop Being Fat, Stupid!

“But that’s impossible, Dr. Matt Leichty (Author of the book, ‘Just Stop Having Problems, Stupid!’),” I thought after skimming through the first few pages of his book.


Problems are inevitable, necessary evils, as you may. But just reading Dr. Matt’s book introduction, I realized he’s got a point. Here’s what he wrote:

One person said to me, “Dr. Matt, I suffer
from panic attacks.”
I said, “Did you try not having them?”
They admitted they had never tried to
simply not have them. They were just there, as
if they just showed up one day and were there
to stay. Once the panic attacks started, they
accepted them as something they had. That’s

He’s exactly right. All we do is complain about our problems, but never giving it a thought or two to try not having them. I’m quite guilty of that, and I know a lot of you out there are too!

So now, how could this book help me lose weight? It’s not even a diet and exercise book, nor is it a self-help book in the beginning. Well, all I could say is that to effectively lose weight, you don’t really need to begin with treadmills and crash diets. It’s all about having the proper mindset first. Why? Because having a positive attitude towards change would fuel you to go on. If not, you’ll just see yourself losing in the battle, like I did numerous times. I may have lost pounds and reached my weight goal, but maintaining the weight off is 10 folds harder and equally frustrating than just shedding them off. For a while I’d be totally satisfied with what I had accomplished, but without the proper mind-setting and discipline, just count a few months and I’ll start gaining the weight back, even faster than when I lost them. Then I get this feeling that there’s really no hope for my case, even accepting that I was born this way – fat and self-conscious – and I should stop trying to change it. There are even days when I blame God for this predicament.

“God, why can’t I maintain the weight off? Is this the way that you want me to be?” These are the questions I ask him during my entreaties when I’m at my worst self.

Then He’d answer back, though it’s really not Him speaking, but the omniscient voice inside me that knows all the right answers.

“It’s not God’s fault that you’re fat. God has given you the gift of free will, so remember that the next time you’re standing in front of the refrigerator — what props it open is YOUR OWN HANDS, not God’s,” the voice would say, and that shuts me up for good.

So it’s not God’s fault I’m fat. Let’s be clear about that. And if you say you’re fat because of some pathological malfunction, then you blame God again for making you imperfect, or point the finger at your parents for sharing their bad genes, well, try to listen to yourself and guess what, YOU’RE ONLY MAKING EXCUSES!

IT IS YOUR FAULT YOU ARE FAT, and no one else’s, so start blaming yourself and take responsibility of your own problems. Instead of wasting your time finding fault from others and making excuses, why not use that time to address and take action on your uncontrollable appetite and weight?

Now that we’re done with the blaming and excuses, let’s take action, but don’t think you’ll get tired. This action doesn’t even involve moving a single muscle. I’m talking about the brain. If there’s one thing that needs controlling, that’s the brain. It’s the control center of the body after all, so that wouldn’t be a problem now, would it?

And perhaps Elizabeth Gilbert can help you understand what I’m trying to say with what she wrote in her book, “Eat, Pray, Love.”

guide_eatpray “You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control.”

That was helpful, right? With the proper mindset and discipline, surely you can go a long way, and it’s only a matter of time until you reach your desired weight and be able to stay that way for as long as you want.

So the next time your brain tells you to eat, then give in to its request, but be firm and be in control by saying, “Yes, brain, we’ll eat, but I’m taking care of the food choice and proportion. A little of healthful food can sustain us, so don’t expect there’s binging about to happen.”

But as always, the appetite center of the brain would make advances on taking over again by means of temptation, salivation, craving, and thoughts of delicious food. Just shrug the idea off and MAKE YOURSELF BUSY. Do something that would stop you from thinking about food. What I do is I read a book, play CrossFire (a first-person-shooting online game), or better yet sleep.

And when it comes to doing workouts, the brain would tell you to stop, that it’s tired and can no longer do a single minute on the treadmill. What you should do is look at yourself in the mirror, and ask yourself, “Is that what you want to look like forever?” You can say, “yuck,” “eew,” or whatever derogatory expressions you can think off just to tell your brain that it needs to keep running. Or imagining how you would look life once you’ve lost all the weight can be a really big help in inspiring and encouraging you to run a couple more minutes or do another workout set. Picture yourself wearing all the clothes that you want to wear once you go down a few sizes, or think about how confident you will be when you take off your clothes when you’re on the beach.

It may seem a shallow reason to lose weight because you want to please other people or yourself with your looks, but having a good body doesn’t just bring about confidence — it brings about change. If your physical appearance doesn’t worry you anymore, no longer a priority, you can focus more on other things like time for family, work, friends, leisure, and a lot more. Now that it’s out of the way, you will see yourself going forward and succeeding at far more important matters.

In a nutshell, if being fat is your problem, I’m quite sure this is how Dr. Leichty would put it, “Then stop being fat, stupid!” Work first the brain, work the body, and (while wearing a skimpy outfit) make it work, bitch!

Naivety: a gift or a curse?

One hot afternoon, sharing a jeepney ride with my sister, we came upon unexplored grounds when our conversation shifted to the future life I may have in Singapore.

“What worries me is that you have a tendency of being naive,” she said, though not her exact words, but that’s how I perceived it.

I did not contradict her, nor give an expression of disbelief. A short nod of affirmation was all I could muster after the short silence that broke out after her last words. She was right.

There’s nothing much I remember on our conversation after that, but one thing has lighted a fuse in my mind, initiating an alarm, in response to the recognition of a foreseeable crisis. I am naive… too naive even that it serves now as a weakness, a kink in one’s armor. And nothing is more terrifyingly vulnerable than a person having a credulous notion that everyone in the world is innately good, or would avoid the slightest idea of treading down the road of deceit and moral turpitude. Why has it become wrong to believe that there’s good in everyone, even the most sinister amongst us? Perhaps I have read one too many parables and biblical teachings, thus resulting with this quasi-Jesus philosophy in life.

I guess my sister was also right by saying, “You need to become paranoid at times.” Having fits of paranoia is essential. Doubts and skepticism can save lives, even mine for that matter. The slyest fox in the woods can easily smell the scent of my naivety, follow my tracks, then find me already inside a pot of boiling broth just waiting to be consumed. That’s how easy a target I can be if I continue on with this assumption.

I am nothing but a simple creature with wide friendly eyes so eager to believe appearances. And appearances can be very deceiving, they say. This is further supported as I quote Colm Toibin in his book “Mothers and Sons,” – “…that behind everything lay something else, a hidden motive perhaps, or something unimaginable and dark, that a person was merely a disguise for another person, that something said was merely a code for something else. There were always layers and beyond them even more secret layers which you could chance upon or which would become more apparent the closer you looked.”

It is unhealthy to sport a philosophy built by only positivity. A  balance between optimism and pessimism is a key strategy for survival in this world. Know who to trust and who to not. Learn to uncover people’s inner motives. Make optimism your facade in a building, but make sure you arm it with all the necessary safety measures just in case the good turns around for the bad, like the smoke detector of doubt, the fire extinguisher of negation, and the fire exit of evasion.

And having said all that, realizing what needs rectification, I feel that I have come to a turning point in my life. I can’t think of any other way to say this, but I think… I HAVE DOUBTS.

Maligayang Pasko, Makabagong Pilipino!

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Finds it hard to focus, easily gets bored, starts something but wouldn’t finish, procrastinates, mind wanders off when being talked to… this list goes on and it only points to one thing –> I have ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder). And what happened today adds weight on my self-diagnosis. My mom and I went to the cemetery to pay our respects to our deceased ones. We were supposed to go yesterday, but it rained. Mom didn’t even give an idea that we’d go today so I was in my usual lazy self and threw a tantrum. Mom won.

So off to the cemetery, we went, thinking it would just take a few minutes or an hour at most, then we’d go home. I was wrong. To my dismay, mom decided to stay there until all the candles we lit burned out for fear that children around the area would steal the candles. They sell the wax I don’t know for how much, but you get the idea. I haven’t eaten anything for breakfast and my mom plans to stay longer which really got me agitated. Soon I was fidgeting and walking around the place like I’m some curious toddler, knocking on tombs to hear the sounds of hollowness to echo back, playing with the burning candles, and throwing stones while I sat in front of a tomb. That’s ADHD right there. If you were there to see it, you’d also agree.

Recognizing this disorder is a good start, but how do I overcome it? Lithium carbonate is the ideal drug for manic people, but I’m leaving that as final resort. And reading from the interweb has given a lot of options, but there are just a few that I think I may be able to accomplish.

1. Make a schedule. — this would help you focus on the subject at hand. set a deadline of when you need to accomplish that task.

2. Set priorities — this would be hard. go over all the things that you want or need to do then rank them from the most important to the least.

3. Mind blocking — you need to control your thoughts. You have a choice how to respond to your impulses. Never let it win you over.

These are achievable options. The only thing I need now is the “will” to take action. And right now my mind’s telling me to stop writing and go to sleep. A little mind blocking is what I need now. Let’s see if it works. LOL.

I guess not. I’ll try harder next time. Teehee!