Ooo.. i'm shivering all over..
just did my gym session.. and here i am letting everything go to waste.. chomping down a hot dog with the works.. but hey, at least i'm drinking carrot juice, ok?
well, gym on a weekday morning is great! there were only 2 gym instructors and a cute guy *winks* there when i went in. no mediacorp artiste.. no aunties.. no fat sweat man. cool. it's so empty.. and of course.. the power98 music rocks.. plays just the right kinda music for a work out..
*aww.. typing this sucks.. my arms are sore..*
oh well.. sadly.. i've become a horrible looking pig when i work out in the ugly size 44 TJ birdshit green mass pe shirt and with my hair tied up like i'm bald.. must have ruined my reputation.. no 'hi's, no smiles from the cute guy.. sharws.. nevermind.. so i shall concentrate on my work out. until this aunty came in at about 1215.. woah. she was totally in full suit gym wear.. i could say nice legs for an aunty.. (about my size.. maybe a bit slimmer..). but goodness. that's the kind of gym wear that i've tucked into the corner of my wardrobe.. willing myself to become slimmer so i could wear it again.. so imagine.. that aunty.. she has a tummy like all typical aunties do.. so yeah.. she looks like a dumpling.
and goodness sake.. she was on the treadmill for 30 minutes.. doing what? walking. i mean hello?! you can go shopping for 2 hours.. that would work better.. really. i was running like a maniac on the threadmill trying to finish 3km under 18 minutes (yes i know it's slow.. but it's just warm up k?).. which ended up as 2.6km in15min.. but that's not the point.. the point is.. the aunt didn't even finish 3 km in half an hour! goodness.. things aunties (tai tai-s) do.. maybe i should make a list of my observations.
1. they come to the gym with makeup.
2. they get a big locker for their small purse.
3. they walk on the treadmill.. willing not to sweat.
4. they take 5 seconds break after each pull, or push on the weights.
5. they are there to watch the makan sutra on the TV.
6. i don't know.. i was out of the gym by then.
funny. maybe i should start doing observations every gym session.. many funny people around.. and cute guys too *wink*.
*my arms are still sore* too bad my tummies not.. that's where all the fat is.. i'm gonna work it out later.. *looks for SHAPE magazine*
shit. i just saw this:
jus de carotte (the drink)
nutriention facts (per can serving)
calories.. 124kcals.
giuts.. i remember seeing that i've burnt 46kcals or cals on the bicycle screen.. (yes.. i CAN cycle.. only the ones in the gym though..) what about the hotdog?! i guess at least 800kcals..
giuts. i've really wasted that gym session then.. now i know what's the big fuss about calories.. easy to gain.. hard to lose..
whatever. nevermind. i'm not gonna count calories.. overwhelming numbers.
well it's 1430hr now.. i better get my beauty sleep and get to work soon.. study for the As..
*aww.. my arms are still dead..*
efficiency is intelligent laziness..