Confessions of AttyArj

me eat healthy one day

Hotdog, tocino, longganiza, SPAM, sausage, corned beef, spanish sardines, 2 litres of milk, 5 kilos of rice grains and a tray of eggs. These, more or less, sum up my grocery list.

Where’s the poultry, meat and greens?

Well….I don’t buy poultry, meat or greens.

I don’t go to the poultry section because there’s always Jollibee, McDonalds, KFC and Reyes BBQ. I don’t buy meat because Chowking, Tapa King, Charlie’s and Yoohoo BBQ are just around the corner.

When I crave chinese, vegies or pansit, there’s North Park, San Jacinto Panciteria or Country Noodles. If I feel like eating healthy (read: grilled fish), I go for Pixie’s Sinugba.

Pathetic right?

Yes but this is usually the price that (almost) all single, workaholic (????), city dwellers like me have to pay.

My “eat out, take out and call for delivery habit” started when I entered college. While our dorm food doesn’t really suck, one can only eat so much pork steak, igado (it looks and taste a bit like menudo), baby tilapia and BBQ from our neighbor’s stand.

Naturally, we all survived on dine in, take out and delivery. Believe it or not, I’ve practically memorized the price ranges and food combinations that went with Jollibee’s Value Meal, McDonalds’ Happy Meal, KFC’s Combo Meal and Wendy’s Chorva Meal.

When I started working, my fast food habit continued but was lessened when Vero became one of my housemates. She goes to the market, cooks and bakes. Hooray!

Don’t get me wrong, while I’m not chef material, I can and do cook “real food” once in a while, I just don’t particularly enjoy or love doing it. Remember the corned beef/meat loaf incident?

Last year, we moved out of Las Villas and moved to a condo in Mandaluyong sans Vero. She has since struck gold, bought her own house and got pregnant, in no particular order =).

Needless to say, we lost our market expert, gourmet cook and pastry chef =(

With Vero gone, Anne promised to take over kitchen duties. She made good that promise the first two months. Now, she no longer eats dinner.

Donna doesn’t cook because she rarely eats dinner. When she does eat, its mainly fruits and Gulai (tama yan, that’s a packed salad brand).

You see? I, clearly, have no choice.

Just this morning (or was it noon already?), I drove by Pixie’s to buy food for lunch. When I asked the grill boy if there’s fish available he said yes and asked “Ma’am, kayo ba yung taga-Tower 1″? Surprised, I said — “Huh?….Hindi….Tower 3 ako”. Grill boy: “Sabi ko na nga ba e, kilala ko kayo”.

OMG! He actually knows me.

I don’t know what to make of it so I came out with three (3) possible explanations. (A) He has a very good memory; (B) I have a very memorable face; (C) I order (take out and delivery) A LOT.

Your guess is as good as mine.

From here on, I’ll try (read: struggle) to eat healthy. I’ll try to avoid fried, oily and msg saturated food. I’ll try to follow Donna’s lead (not Anne’s coz I’ll die) so that somehow, someday, I’ll be a goat, este, fit and healthy pala.

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