I saw myself in the mirror before I left for Metro Manila this morning to cover a conference. I didn’t like what I saw.

I saw myself again when I was buying linen pants from Uniqlo that I will take with me to Singapore. I didn’t like myself.

I had let myself go.

The stress of the past couple of months and my fear of having an empty stomach that may trigger too much gastric acid production is now very evident on my physique.

I don’t like it. I don’t want to hate myself but I hate what I’m seeing.

I have to start over again. Start calorie-counting. Start to obsessively walk.

I need discipline again.

I painted again last night, just to relieve myself of anxiety over going back to work after a relaxing two-day holiday. It’s a very loose painting for exercising water control and impressions.

Need to use gouache more boldly by painting a scene from any Studio Ghibli movie.

Was I productive today? Not so much but I was able to do one interview and two potential interviews. My effort and my toll+diesel became worth it because I was able to chat with L during lunch and after work. But we were so busy that we had to part ways 30 mins after we finished work.