The sign was there: that article in Sunday's Straits Times sounding the alarm bell on pigging out during the holiday season (stored fat in your body can do worse than that: they can grow new fat cells).
The motivation was there: seeing an acquaintance of mine with toned abs and thinking to myself - I want that! I can do that! Dammit.
The encouraging/goading was there:
Me: Oh mah gawd my tummy is so fat and ugly!
The Boyfriend: (Laughingly, but in a carefully suggestive voice) Maybe it's time you started to exercise.
(On another occasion)
The Boyfriend: (Spies my rotund and grotesque abdominal region.) Ermmmmm.... maybe it time for you to start exercising, huh?
Me: (Visibly embarrassed at being found out) Heh. Yeah. (Mind changes track.) Maybe next week!
(And another occasion)
Me: (Rubbing The Boyfriend's stomach. A teasing smile.) Has your tummy grown smaller?
The Boyfriend: (Puffing up in half-mock pride) Yup! The running has made a difference. You should start exercising too! It really helps, know?
So, yes. This year, though I never was one to make New Year's Resolutions, I am resolved to exercise more.
I set my alarm for 9a.m., even though I wasn't in bed til 2+a.m., maybe 3 (I thought I could exercise first, sleep later). And wadayaknow? I woke up at 10. After washing up and breakfast, that would easily set me back at least an hour and a half. But I was still determined to go for that run I promised myself. The weather was cooperating too, the sky being overcast and the air cool. But wadayaknow? I was still at home at 12. And by then the heretofore bashful sun had started to come out from its shell. At that point, I admitted that I contemplated throwing my plan aside (after all, I'd done that countless times before) and just slack my day away. Still, in the end I decided to put on my running gear - ugh, that reminds me, they're still soaking in the toilet - and go for that all-important first run that would set the tone (here's to hoping) for the rest of the year.
Phlegm-invaded throat? Run.
No other loser on the track on a public holiday but me? Run.
This guy, seemingly poised for a day down at the street soccer court himself, turning and uttering "Fwah." in disbelief as he walked past me while I was doing my warm-ups? Run.
And I'm glad I did.
Happy New Year to one and to all!
The motivation was there: seeing an acquaintance of mine with toned abs and thinking to myself - I want that! I can do that! Dammit.
The encouraging/goading was there:
Me: Oh mah gawd my tummy is so fat and ugly!
The Boyfriend: (Laughingly, but in a carefully suggestive voice) Maybe it's time you started to exercise.
(On another occasion)
The Boyfriend: (Spies my rotund and grotesque abdominal region.) Ermmmmm.... maybe it time for you to start exercising, huh?
Me: (Visibly embarrassed at being found out) Heh. Yeah. (Mind changes track.) Maybe next week!
(And another occasion)
Me: (Rubbing The Boyfriend's stomach. A teasing smile.) Has your tummy grown smaller?
The Boyfriend: (Puffing up in half-mock pride) Yup! The running has made a difference. You should start exercising too! It really helps, know?
So, yes. This year, though I never was one to make New Year's Resolutions, I am resolved to exercise more.
I set my alarm for 9a.m., even though I wasn't in bed til 2+a.m., maybe 3 (I thought I could exercise first, sleep later). And wadayaknow? I woke up at 10. After washing up and breakfast, that would easily set me back at least an hour and a half. But I was still determined to go for that run I promised myself. The weather was cooperating too, the sky being overcast and the air cool. But wadayaknow? I was still at home at 12. And by then the heretofore bashful sun had started to come out from its shell. At that point, I admitted that I contemplated throwing my plan aside (after all, I'd done that countless times before) and just slack my day away. Still, in the end I decided to put on my running gear - ugh, that reminds me, they're still soaking in the toilet - and go for that all-important first run that would set the tone (here's to hoping) for the rest of the year.
Phlegm-invaded throat? Run.
No other loser on the track on a public holiday but me? Run.
This guy, seemingly poised for a day down at the street soccer court himself, turning and uttering "Fwah." in disbelief as he walked past me while I was doing my warm-ups? Run.
And I'm glad I did.
Happy New Year to one and to all!
15 comments:
hey, ju...
it great to read that you start to exercise!! =P
btw you dun look FAT in the bog's pic...
i went to Annix (The SkinnY Glutton) blog via ur...
hers is very full of honey sweet love...
she and her boyfriend are so sweet and cute!!!
Fun to read he posting and comments...
she ur friend?
she know about me?
ju, ur boyfriend got blog or not?
i wanted to read how he express his feeling and naughtyness toward you =P
hee hee
wif LOVE
September
Hahaha....
Yup yup! She's my friend, and fang's close friend as well. I'm not sure if she knows about you, but if she reads the comments you left here, she would know of you. Her boyfriend's also my friend! And yes, they are so much in love, especially since this is the so-called "honeymoon period".
To the best of my knowledge, no, my boyfriend doesn't have a blog. Anyway if he did I don't think you'd find much sweet nothings dedicated to me! He's more private this way, more bashful, more... wooden. Heeheehee...
(In a little girl's voice. Irritated, arms akimbo.)
Barry!!!
That was inappropriate. I thought you'd have read enough of my posts to know that I do not want to reveal too much of my job-to-be, if you ever want to hear about my on-job experiences. Really! I don't want to be indicted for anything I say on this blog, ok?
*pout & tries to guess how many people might have read that revealing remark*
*stops pouting and wonders who really cares*
*decides it's better to be on the safe side anyway*
*hurt* my post is deleted..........
you can choose to reproduce everything again, omitting of course that little detail.
If you wanna jog round both Bishan Park I and II can jio me ah.
That's like 6km++
Enough to workout to destroy that fats.
=)
Good god, 6 klique?! I'm only managing 3k right now. When I get up to there I'll let you know, then maybe we can run together (company is always good!). But I worry I may only slow you down.
In the meantime, MSN me your cellphone number next time we meet on cyberspace! :)
Let's start training for Standard Chartered Marathon! Guaranteed Weight loss! Else ask your BF to pay for your Slimming Sanctuary visit! haha! Cheers, Isaac
Right. Sure, Isaac.
I was just telling Soulburnz that I can only just manage a little over 3km, and here you are talking abt the Stan Chart run? Haha maybe I'll consider the 10km division.
By the way, not only are slimming centres disgustingly expensive, they are also only boast-worthy in that aspect. I can't say I got my physique out of sheer grit and hard work if I went there now, can I? (And... I don't live off my boyfriend wor...)
Hhhmmm, can u let me in in the little detail of your job-to-be? I'm intrigued...
Haha Lene, it's not that tough! Something you are rather familiar with... but with some differences. Eh we should meet up soon, and catch up! Then I can tell you more about this mysterious job-to-be of mine... hee.
Sure thing!
When will you be starting work?
I'm free next monday. IF you're okay with it, we can plan something together!
Cheers!
Ah.... I'm starting this Friday. :/ Will you be working every weekend?
Well this weekend is fine! Lunch's good?
Msg me ok ^^.
MAdeleine
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