You Know It's Time to Get Off Your Butt and Hit the Gym When...

. . . all of a sudden the person sitting beside you turns to you and say, "Wow, bulubundukin!"
Worse, said person begins counting:
"One mountain!" pointing to your bilbil.
"Two mountains!" this time to your tiyan.
"Three mountains! Four mountains!" to your boobs.
And the finale: "Five! Five mountains, bwahahaha!"


. . . you become paranoid that the labandera is out to get you because while she shrunk all your clothes, the rest of your family has no complaints at all.


. . . you contemplate undergoing a breast augmentation operation to help you walk (because having bigger boobs will counterbalance your arse).


. . . even during rush hour, you never have to stand in a train car because men and women alike keep on giving up their seats for you, thinking you were pregnant.


. . . passing by beauty clinics become a trial for you because the assistants insist on handing you with flyers, trying to convince you to try the latest rage to lose unwanted pounds.


[Disclaimer: This is a work in fiction and all characters herein are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

(Pero, sinong naka-relate?)