Took a jeepney trip to the Farer's Market and bought pretty much my body weight in veggies and fresh fruits. Meant to explore the market more but that was put to a sudden stop when I looked up and discovered which part of the market I had detoured into -- the meat section.
I love meat, chicken is my go-to, but I'm always hesitant when overseas eating meat so buying raw meat hanging on hooks in the middle heat of day in the Philippines wasn't going to happen. I can't even stomach the butcher shops in Canada and ever since I stayed at my friend's chicken farm when I was a kid, I've become somewhat of a princess when it comes to meat. For the longest time my mom used to cut my quarter chicken dinner whenever we ate at Swiss Chalet and God knows the meat I bought to cook at home never really looked like it was formerly a walking, breathing animal. It's always nicely packed so it's been plucked, cut, cleaned, and wrapped.
After the Farmer's Market, I headed out for training at Fitness First -- weights and then cardio. I had hit the gym early today because of a special dinner party I was attending tonight.
Word that I was a professional boxer and trainer was revealed pretty quickly and next thing I knew it some of the ladies at the dinner party were approaching me. They complimented me on my body, a couple even grabbed my shoulders, and then the questions about training started. They wanted to know what exercises to do and what weights to use. All dressed up for a fancy dinner at a gorgeous home across town and yet there I was teaching a few of the ladies how to do walking lunges and correcting them on their form. Too funny.
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