I have this fascination with scones since I had my first taste of this biscuit in Toorbul, Queensland, Australia. Scone was one of the desserts that our picnic hosts, Liz and Colin Tune, served. Since my first fill of this delicious flour-based dessert, I promised myself to find it in my home country and experience it again.
Staying at Paddington, this is the bus stop at Gilday Street where we waited for the bus daily going to work during my almost 1 month visit in the laid back, peaceful, and beautiful city of Brisbane.
The Coffee Bean in Burgos Circle at the Bonifacio Global City in Taguig didn’t disappoint me today. They have this last piece of raisin scone for the day. Haha. With a cup of latte and 10 g of butter, the scone was pure bliss.
Today’s delicious raisin scone at Coffee Bean.
For over a year now, I’ve finally picked up and read a real book again, printed in real paper. What an amazing feeling. I feel my humanity again. The last book I’ve read was World War Z which I’ve read through the e-book version, almost a year ago.
There are 50 chapters in the Regina Brett book I’ve read. She calls it “50 Lessons for Life’s Little Detours”. She wrote it so beautifully that I felt like she was just in front of me, talking. She is so sincere in the retelling of her life’s detours (the positive word she chooses to describe her life’s pains) and how she learned from them.
The truth is the pain from the rejection caused by a break up I never so expected caused a turmoil in my being I thought would never end. For some time, I stayed in my little corner of wishful thinking and imagining the “what ifs”. What if I did this? What if I did that? What if? What if?
While I was busy thinking about the “what ifs” of my life. I saw myself feasting on all the delicious (and unhealthy) food my eyes would crave. I was stress eating, depression eating, fatigue eating, over-eating, and eating based on what my eyes would want. I ballooned to become a 180-lbs class 1 obese woman. Food was my refuge. Or so I thought.
One of the lessons Regina Brett shared in her book says “Life is too short for long pity parties. Get busy living, or get busy dying.”
In June of 2014, I made a life-changing decision. It was time to let go of the “what ifs”. It was time to accept that the break up happened because it was how it had to happen. It was how it had to end. There is so much love to give. But I’ve forgotten to love myself.
It was now time for me to get some loving. And who else can give me the pampering I so understand? I realized, it was, no other, but me.
This is a photo of me taken about 4 days ago.
Fast forward to 10 months later and healthy living in between, I shed off a total of 47 lbs. From 180 lbs in June 2014, I am now down to 133 lbs.
Happiness is my choice. I am happy. 😀