I should have known better than to attempt anything too strenuous considering my family's general history of mishaps when we get too enthusiastic over sport. Sure we may have arms and shoulders that look like they could comfortably haul rice sacks by the ton but we're actually fragile weaklings that break under the threat of a little light gardening. Coz we're city kids and we have no idea what the name of that tree is or what kind of salad we're eating or that is the sound of a frog croaking and not somebody's screwed up car horn.
What do you mean go play outside? Do you want me to get run over by a car? Cycling is suicide. There is also the chance that you I could fall into an open drain, like my brother once did, subsequently cutting his head open.
I'm not even 30 yet and I can feel my body falling apart already. That's the consequences of physically abusing your body when you're younger and thinking you can get away with it. Yes, you may have bounced back but you find you're paying for it now. The sad thing is I lead a pretty healthy lifestyle compared to some of my peers at university and at work, who once claimed to get pains in her liver every time she drank too much. I don't smoke, drink or do drugs. My only vices are caffeine binges and a tendency to obliterate all junk food in sight when I'm in a bad mood.
It's been nearly a year's on-off attempt to try and get healthy and I haven't reached my target yet. (Slow and steady, yeah?) On the plus side, I haven't had any problems with eczema eating up my face and hands. On the downside, all this exercise I've been doing has resulted in an outbreak of MASSIVE ZITS. I'm not exaggerating, they're huge. I spent several days telling my sister to stop looking at my zit, one which sat so conspicuosly under my nose. It's fairly disgusting really - I rarely seem to be rid of a pus-ridden face.
I was in the 10km Shah Alam run the other day. Fifteen minutes in and I thought, "Fuck me, this is a mistake. I'm not going to make it." Nobody told me Shah Alam was full of bloody hills. I thought it was a flat former industrial estate filled with roundabouts. Soon, I was being overtaken by runners who were flagged off 5 minutes behind me, then it was the grey-haired oldies going past, next the school kids skipping along and at one point the disabled. And I don't mean the people in the wheelchairs, I mean this dude with polio zooming past me.
Halfway through, my hands started to swell up to scary proportions so much so that it started to ache. I can only assume that my venous circulation wasn't up to scratch - arterial blood goes in, venous blood gets stuck. Freaky. I managed to finish however, though this one took me 15 minutes longer than the previous 10km competition I did. I did get a medal in the end (YES!). Okay, it may be nothing to get excited about since the top 100 in every category gets one (and I vaguely heard the run offical telling me to hurry up because it was the last one) but I've never won a medal for any sports before, so I'm pretty chuffed about it.
Anyway - I HAVE lost some weight. Woo hoo! Give us the points, bitch!! I've managed to fit into trousers that I had put aside because they were getting too tight and now, even those are starting to fall off unless I wear a belt. Ha ha ha, I might have to get a new wardrobe soon. Well, my mum tells me to get a new wardrobe anyway because all my clothes are shit, basically.
What do you mean go play outside? Do you want me to get run over by a car? Cycling is suicide. There is also the chance that you I could fall into an open drain, like my brother once did, subsequently cutting his head open.
I'm not even 30 yet and I can feel my body falling apart already. That's the consequences of physically abusing your body when you're younger and thinking you can get away with it. Yes, you may have bounced back but you find you're paying for it now. The sad thing is I lead a pretty healthy lifestyle compared to some of my peers at university and at work, who once claimed to get pains in her liver every time she drank too much. I don't smoke, drink or do drugs. My only vices are caffeine binges and a tendency to obliterate all junk food in sight when I'm in a bad mood.
It's been nearly a year's on-off attempt to try and get healthy and I haven't reached my target yet. (Slow and steady, yeah?) On the plus side, I haven't had any problems with eczema eating up my face and hands. On the downside, all this exercise I've been doing has resulted in an outbreak of MASSIVE ZITS. I'm not exaggerating, they're huge. I spent several days telling my sister to stop looking at my zit, one which sat so conspicuosly under my nose. It's fairly disgusting really - I rarely seem to be rid of a pus-ridden face.
I was in the 10km Shah Alam run the other day. Fifteen minutes in and I thought, "Fuck me, this is a mistake. I'm not going to make it." Nobody told me Shah Alam was full of bloody hills. I thought it was a flat former industrial estate filled with roundabouts. Soon, I was being overtaken by runners who were flagged off 5 minutes behind me, then it was the grey-haired oldies going past, next the school kids skipping along and at one point the disabled. And I don't mean the people in the wheelchairs, I mean this dude with polio zooming past me.
Halfway through, my hands started to swell up to scary proportions so much so that it started to ache. I can only assume that my venous circulation wasn't up to scratch - arterial blood goes in, venous blood gets stuck. Freaky. I managed to finish however, though this one took me 15 minutes longer than the previous 10km competition I did. I did get a medal in the end (YES!). Okay, it may be nothing to get excited about since the top 100 in every category gets one (and I vaguely heard the run offical telling me to hurry up because it was the last one) but I've never won a medal for any sports before, so I'm pretty chuffed about it.
Anyway - I HAVE lost some weight. Woo hoo! Give us the points, bitch!! I've managed to fit into trousers that I had put aside because they were getting too tight and now, even those are starting to fall off unless I wear a belt. Ha ha ha, I might have to get a new wardrobe soon. Well, my mum tells me to get a new wardrobe anyway because all my clothes are shit, basically.
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Yes you have lost weight. I'll send you a cookie for that .
You know I just found out recently all everbody I know here could do handstands as a kid. Our poor deprived Asian urban childhood.
But we did have the hutan sebelah rumah that TP was. eh?
I've been hankering after some good old fashioned moist chocolate cake but I can't find any good ones that is worth the eczema attack and lactose intolerance. Secret Recipe makes shit cakes now, and every other bakery that advertises moist chocolate cake is lying.
Weh, that hutan is off-limits la...
Should we invest in a weighing scale you think, or is that counter productive?
Does the fitness regime continue during Ramadhan?
The only reason I'd buy a weighing scale is to weigh my bags for flights. It's better to measure yourself according to how your clothes fit/or no longer fit you.
Btw, I've edited the post so you can listen to Open Up. It is a thing of beauty.