My appetite was barely recognizable during my entire stint at Legacy Gym Boracay. I don’t know. I am almost embarrassed to confess. With all that fight training you expect me to eat like an elephant. But I did not. I feel like such a failure.
Before Legacy, I was always preoccupied with breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I have to eat, otherwise, I feel inadequate. But I go hard at training. I was always spent every after class. Too dead to even be hungry. This I realized after my first training session and I thought, “Right. This is how it ends.”
But I did the best I could. My mornings start with a hot cup of soy milk, then I attend the morning training session at 8 AM. Two hours later, all I want is a nap. Never thought I would live to see it, but Winnie the Pooh, the answer to “What could be more important than a little something to eat?” is FUCKING REST.
I only have one big meal a day. What a disappointment. See, I only have a few hours before the afternoon training session at 4PM. Then at night, sometimes I am too mangled to look for a proper meal. But whenever I find enough life left in me, there are three wonderful restaurants along Diniwid near Legacy Gym that I frequent.
I adore their fruit shakes, maybe the cheapest in all of Boracay! Sometimes it is enough for me instead of a full meal. I like it. All my muscles need to do is swallow.
Finally, there is an Italian restaurant at the further end of the street, near the beach area. I forgot the name. Starvation does that to you. But they have authentic Italian food and an Italian cook. He is the husband of the nice Filipina lady that I also met. They own and run the place and serve massive servings of good bolognese, risotto, and lasagna.
I failed to take a photo of my bolognese as I was passing out. I wolfed down the plate and happily succumbed to the food coma after. I do not even remember how I made it back to Legacy, fuck.