Milky

Yesterday, the missus and I went to Unilab to have our blood taken for tests. Sugar count, cholesterol, uric(?) and thyroid complete the set of tests. It's not that we're feeling anything weird. We're just doing it to reiterate to ourselves that we n-e-e-d to lose weight. But I doubt how long we'll be able to sustain the momentum since food is really our vice.

The missus, in particular, is somehow hoping that she tests positive on the thyroid thingy. She read from somewhere that being overweight may be due to thyroid deficiency. Most who take thryoid-level correction pills will experience weight loss ---something that the missus hopes will happen to her. I can imagine her reaction if the results come back as negative: she wouldn't know if she'll be relieved, or depressed that all that weight needs to be removed without the aid of medication, i.e. diet and exercise.

Yesterday afternoon the clinic called us and said that they need to draw blood from us again. The missus and I could not stop laughing when we heard the reason why. According to the clinic-personnel, our blood was too "milky" that it could not be tested. Malagatas to be exact. We were able to conclude that the culprit was my Mom's kare-kare that we had for lunch PLUS her Mom's special bulalo that we had for dinner the day before. Ahh yes, there's nothing like the taste of Mom's home-cooked meal. It was a deadly combination of fat and yumminess that eventually had nowhere to go but into our bloodstream.

So earlier today we had to face the needle again, something that the missus doesn't want to look forward to. She hates the sight of needles piercing the skin. We only had small portions of pakbet Iast night so I hope the blood taken today would be to the tester's satisfaction.

I think after this vacation of mine I'll start the South Beach diet again. It's too early to start today since we still have a lineup of restaurants that we still need to pillage and conquer.

By the way, we headed to Tapaking after the clinic. ;-)