How can I say "no" if for eight months I was deprived of these guilty pleasures. Even the smell of a raw fish and the sight of crawling worms in a fresh "saluyot" is more inviting than the smell of mutton and a plate of potato salad.
Honestly, I am not fond of eating fish or vegetables before I went to Mongolia, in fact, I was more of a meat-eater. I remember that every time my Lola would cook "pinakbet", I would choose all the pork ignoring the vegetables. But eight months is all that it takes for my conversion to the "healthier" side.
It's not that I abominate the Mongolian cuisine,I admit that I do have a few favorites like "tsuivan", "mantuu buuz" and their famous Mongolian barbecue.
Traditional Mongolian Barbecue served to us during our visit to Khonkhor, Bayanzurkh |
But even a self professed meat-eater like me would not at all tempt to devour this meat and bones since my palate still craves for the authenticity of Filipino dining: the saltiness in "dinengdeng" , the sweetness of leche flan and the warmth of having a family or friend join you in every meal.
A bountiful lunch of Dinuguan, Ginisang hipon, Pinakbet, Sinigang na Bangus and Rice with Manong, Mai and BIE |
The moment I weighed in two days ago, I knew I have to work those twelve "nasty" pounds out with a sweat. Since I had no prior experience with work-outs, I thought I could shrug off the countless sarcasm from my two brothers just to ignore the harsh truth of physical torture:
" Ang laki ng tiyan mo ading, be proud. Unti lang ang may tiyan na ganyan." and
"Balita ko magsasara lahat ng gym kapag ikaw ang gagamit."
So without any hesitation, I jotted early morning runs in Roxas Boulevard into my vacation itinerary. I do hope that I'll stick to it no matter what.
My Day 1 run |