Operation code name ; bust the flab

I have decided to dedicate myself to a pupose, a mission.

I want to bust the flab.

When I started work in KL, I have had a lot of stress thrown at me. The stress contributes to my now very unhealthy eating style. I have been eating double servings of carbs and my lunch had been the typical Malaysian lunch.

Rice, meat, vegies and more rice.

... and oh by the way, not to forget, my teh ais.

Together with the smoking and the alcohol drinks, my body (bum, in particular!) expanded.

Needless to say, when I found out that I had to struggle to get into my favorite pair of pants and the buttons failing me when I tried on my ELLE jacket, I freaked, big time.

So now I am going back to my cardio work out, although I had to do those in odd times because of my irregular shift hours now. And my resistance exercise, that’s another story. I have failed to do my usual 300 crunches and due to my abandoning it, I could only do less than 50 now.

Yeah... I know, it is bad.

So my Nike running shoes are out from the box.

That’s the thing about women. We would usually be concerned about our appearances but once stressed, we forget everything and then we made the discovery and it goes on the cartwheel and it spins yet again towards that direction.

Lose it, gain it, lose it and yes... gain it.

And we go out shopping to buy new exercise outfits. Nike women are absolutely adorable. Pricey but adorable.

But now, my situation is that of beggars can’t choose. I have downgraded myself to tracks, tank tops and sport bras from Schwarzenbach and other sports brands that won’t break my bank. I still wear Nikes for my foot though.

For men, this might sound ridiculous, some could even see this as a sign of women’s inability to stay focused.

As for myself, I am a multitasker, I could surf the web in the office while participating in a tele conference with our US trainers and making jokes with my colleagues while actively taking part in the first two things.

So using myself as a case study, women CAN multitask, we CAN focus, we just get a bit too obsessed with work that we tend to uhmm... do other things.

So I neglect myself for the past three months. But it was only because I was busy with training (yeah... excuses, excuses... hahahaha!).

But hey, I am on a mission now, and that mission is to bust that flab... and believe me, no one else is more capable of busting these self inflicted flabs then me!

Kenapa? Tak percaya eh?

The last bikini shot. How nice if all the fat goes to my boobs ay?

(note; there will be regular updates on the status of the project. I will never achieve the supermodel bod, but, what I crave is not to be an anorexic, I just want to be in my healthy weight, that is all... my young padawan... hahahaha!)

Anyways, I was in JB for the weekend for a family gathering. The youngest member of our family, Najlah is having her quif cut today by a bunch of ‘Makcik Marhabans’. This is actually a ritual to welcome a new born into the society and it’s called a ‘Potong Jambul’ ceremony. Something like a debutante ball, without the fancy dresses, without teenagers; just a baby, lots of middle aged women in tudungs and identical ‘Marhaban’ baju kurungs reciting Quran verses together, a tray full of stuffs and children following where the tray goes because each and everytime the baby’s quif gets the snip, a shower of coins together with a few sweets would be thrown by the person initiating the cut.

Najlah; 'Makcik, makcik nak buat apa tu?'

"potong jambul' needs a tray of stuff, a bowl of rice mixed with a bit of turmeric, cut young coconut mixed with lime powder, a scissor (duh!) and a trayful of sweets with sylings.

The beginning of the ceremony; my auntie,Najlah's mum parading introducing her to the makciks-makciks marhaban.

Najlah's first (eh second...) jambul cut

Najlah; But Nenek... I still want my jambul...

I remembered when I was small, this used to be one of my favorite things to do. The money is generous, to a kid that is. With that small fortune, I could treat myself to ice creams, sodas and junk food. Not to mention the adrenaline rush of squeezing into tight spaces with the rest of my cousins.

This time though, there were only a handful of kids present at the event, and a few ‘adults’ took part. I was in it mainly for the shots, although I forgot to bring my point and shoot cam. My phone cam came to the rescue...

And you know what, my 2 MPX phone camera didn’t do too bad. Check out the pics.

Fun? You bet. And I stayed true to my mission code by not eating rice but tried out all of the dishes they made on that day. It was hot, but it was really good to meet everyone after so long.

The food... huhuhu...

Welcome to the world Najlah, I am around if you have questions on growing up... heh!