- weight: 69.5kg
- breakfast: 1 slice choc cake + 2 wholemeal toasts + leftover lamb curry + leftover spiced beef
- lunch: chai + 2 crackers with trans fats because i am suicidal
- dinner: eggplant parmigiana + beef tenderloin in black truffle sauce with ceps mushrooms, potato fondant and crunchy vegetables + crème brûlée (yes, i ate all of that myself)
- burned: 50 (inefficient) minutes on treadmill + 40 minutes aerobics with George
when i stepped into the gym yesterday with fresh pillow marks still deeply embedded on my face, i hadn’t expected company, much less a cacophony of excited squeals and laughter from a group of women at least twice my age. i was horrified that i was wearing a lame, sleeveless Liverpool t-shirt with 1.5mm armpit stubble for all to see and that actual witnesses to this travesty of civilised living were present.
when i’d politely asked if anybody wanted the 2nd treadmill (because my parents taught me well), a handsome lady told me i was welcome to join their aerobics class.
are you kidding? i have an entire cranial lobe missing with regards to co-ordination and remembering which foot goes before which. but then, whenever i was in the gym alone, staring at the expansive available space, i had wished we had pilates classes so i could stretch myself to an eternity of pain.
and i’m glad i joined the aerobics class cos it’s fun to kick imaginary assholes, make funny faces because you look retarded in the mirror when bobbing your head to the music, counting the steps before you muster the courage to put one foot forward at the right moment and give that one co-ordinated cycle you just cannot get another try, and laugh with middle-aged women who can’t lift their legs higher than the length of their saggy boobs or just get the steps right no matter what.
and suddenly, after aerobics class, i find that suddenly i’ve found a partner with whom i can go to the market. she also thinks it’s okay to feed me biscuits and cookies even when i’ve refused politely on account of that 12kg i need to lose so i can fit into certain pants without liposuction. it was worse when i saw that the “diet crackers from Malaysia” she insisted i eat with the chai she made, had hydrogenated oils. my parents taught me a little too well – because i ate two of those Crackers of Death.
so, highlight of the day! Threadless is having a sale! i’d agonised over the crazy $10 t-shirt sale because i’d endeavoured to buy only four, but ended up with 10 in the cart. it took me 2 hours to then retrench 5 t-shirts. i’ve never been this indecisive. but i’m pretty happy with the t-shirts i’m gonna be getting in a few weeks.