Saturday, January 28, 2006

im told me this little interesting fact that he got from some copy of readers digest. that write up was about people with cravings, why they have those cravings and how they can manage their weight based on their cravings. like for example, some people would distinctively crave sweet stuffs, some crave for those oily fried stuff, some like snacks like potato chips and yada yada yada...

it has never occurred to me as such... so as i was trying to figure out my so-called cravings. interestingly enuf, try as i might, i dun think i have any. so boring right? everything oso i ngap. everything oso i like. according to the article, people like me should eat what they want, but in moderation and have more regular, smaller portion meals throughout the day to maintain my weight. the eating wat i want part, that one no need to say la, i m quite the expert in that area. but smaller portion meals?! bah..!!!no need la huh? if i start to expand then i would reconsider.

talking about weight management, that reminds me that i have not been exercising for like wat, close to a month plus now? first, festive period. then come the rainy season. and then my dreaded flu and recurring-flu that i m having now. needless to say, my weight went up by like 1+kg last month? not that anyone else notice, cept for im and yes, my beloved mum.

i supposed i m lucky in a sense, cos working always seems to keep my weight in check, cept recently in an attempt to put out my flu once and for all, i have been going straight from work, and sleeping and eating like nobodys business in the pretext of recuperating.

i dunno why when it comes to my weight, apart from apparent me who should be concerned, and my bf who is somewhat obssessive bout me maintaining my weight, my mum seems to be the other anxious party in this tripartite-relationship with my weight. my weight, u know? tak leh see my baju ketat a bit, and there goes her,`badan yana da naik, baju nampak ketat eh?~uve gained weight ah? ur shirt seems tight` *yana rolls eyes*. i understand her concern, i suppose. she is one of the few people who, for some unfathomable reasons i have yet to unravel, thinks that i m gempal aka meaty. and i suppose wats with my impending engagement getting nearer and all, she wants to see her daughter fit into the kebaya, and the engagement ring to fit into my finger.. but to think, a day later when i meet up with the gals, rizaliah was wondering if i shed weight. shed or gain? make up your minds, eh? no la darlings, i dun think i yo-yoed so much within a day.

but hor, i have to say, i swear by jogging to cure headaches and to gimme that gleeful-ness only associated with flying endorphins and stronger heart and increased stamina and all, but unexpectedly, one benefit of jogging that i didnt count on, was how it keeps my hip from expanding even when the rest of my body seem to be, at one point of time or another. honestly, sia. i remembered distinctly, even at my former frame of 45 kg when i was in jc, my hips has always been a 36-inch. and when my weight shot to 51 some yrs ago, i was brutally horrified to see my gluteus maximus expanding to a horrific size of 37+ inch. i am not saying that 37+ inch is necessarily huge, cos it also depends on whether youre generally big-boned and tall and all. but for me at least for my bone structure, those hips were huge, dood. i could no longer fit into my 25-inch levis cos it got stuck at the hips, and whatever new pants i bought, i had to buy one size bigger to accomodate my hips and sew them at the waist and legs cos they were baggy there.

ironically, i never did start jogging cos i wanted to lose weight. i did so cos i was juggling between a very tedious last sem doing my major and completing my minor (which i started taking when i was i my final yr, *gasp* cos yana was so blur she didnt know her course allows for minors.) and i was having frequent bouts of stress headaches which would miraculously dissapear after my run. i knew i was bigger than before, and a teeny weeny bit bigger that i would like to be then, i cant stand to see the excesses in the mirror (but then again, which girl could?)but generally i thought i look ok. and despite the countless, irritating m-i-fat questions that i dished out to an increasingly-irritated im, i know i am nowhere near fat.

lets just say, when i ask people the following question: `should i gain weight?` their answers would be a firm and fast: no.

yup, i got to a stage where i did not have any more room to gain any more weight. heh.

so anyways, of course with regular jogging, i did lose the excess hips, now a comfortable weight between my two former extremes. but along with the excess baggage, i shed my much loved baby fats on my face too, that i never regained, except when i ate too much jap food and sleep too darn much. but they always dissapear to i-dunno-where within a week. schade.

anyways...

taking time out with gfs is therapeutic.

even if it means i got dragged outta bed by a phonecall by miss mona. there'd be times when all i wanted to do is sleep after work and i literally have to drag myself out to meet them, but for that period of time youre with your gfs, that weariness melts away as u bitch and beef about your multitudes of concerns. i realised the shift in mindset and conversation topics that i have with these gals. no more talking about some mindless crush or trivial 16-yr old girlish issues, nowadays, we actually talk about work sprinkled with acronyms that only corporate people would understand (cheh---not me, tho. i m no corporate go-getter). so kakak-kakak, right...? but in any case, bitching bout anything that is worth bitching is still quintessential tho. and when nana and i when to ikea, we decked our shopping carts with get this: dinnerware (me) and fabric (her) *gasp* those 2 to 3-hour session with the gfs never seem sufficient, and soon enuf, u hafta drag yourself back home to get ready for tom. bummer.

i knew it. girlfriends is an essential part in keeping your sanity. just like them guys need their guy-time to wash bike or kopi and talk cock.

i cant half-believe i am witnessing this akak-akak transformation... it seems just a couple of moments ago i was ogling at im in his ocs uniform..

...i still ogle at him, in any case...

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