I've been weeks away from home and I've been eating plain stupid. The first few days, I subsisted on bagel with oodles of cream cheese, sometimes, peanut butter with jelly. Breakfast was lunch and was dinner.
Then, friends invited me for dinner and we had a blast at a Caribbean restaurant with plates of camaron rebosado look alike and fried rice with chicken, beer and red wine. Then we headed to Tim Horton's for late coffee.
Few days after, former colleagues treated me to a Japanese lunch, and then more coffee.
Back where I'm staying, I reverted to my usual breakfast, lunch and dinner - oatmeal with lots of fruit (strawberries and banana), toast bagel with cream cheese and peanut butter with jelly. Sometimes, I'd switch to Ramen noodles, or occasional fried chicken or pork chop with fried rice.
What I haven't altered is my daily dose of caffeine.
In Ohio, my sister prepared Pinoy food for me, but I protested and told her, I'd had Pinoy food in Manila for months already. So, she served me American breakfast and dinner.
One time we were at Wendy's, Leona, my nephew's four-year old daughter told us, "stop talking like a baby." That's what she said whenever we spoke in Tagalog and she could not understand. Ha ha ha.
Then the results of my blood test came, and my doctor told me that my blood sugar, although still reasonably okay, was higher than previous tests. And there was fat in the liver. Conclusion: I'd been eating fat- rich food in Manila, not exercising, and plainly eating.
So back to my oatmeal.
Mom's second year death anniversary is tomorrow, Oct. 30th. Bless her soul.
