Then one will have to know that there would be no gain without fucking pain.
The first day I did this circuit military training at the gym, I felt like dying.
The second day, it wasn't so bad. The third day, I was well into the advanced stage.
People asked me sometimes why am I so into all this work out shit. Why do I advocate healthy living and why do I tolerate the risk of twisting my wrist in attempting arm balance yoga moves.
It used to be because I want to be able to make my ex boyfriends bite their own fingers and do the 'Hubba hubba hubba.... I am a fucking idiot... hubBA'
And then it was just because I actually enjoyed it. I love the adrenaline rush and the fact that my body suddenly just decided to behave itself and shrink.
Now, I am just trying to prove to myself that even if I am diagnosed with an irreversible disease, I know that I have done all I can to take care of myself.
At 32 and single, the probability of me dying without getting married is there. I may look hot, I may have smaller hips, but those ain't going to get me a man even if I put on a sandwich board saying 'Will wash car/pay your bills/wear tacky lingerie with crotchless panties for a relationship.'
But who am I kidding. Deep inside, I really am just this egotistical bitch who would rather bite her lips, cross her legs at the sight of a gorgeous guy.
Take that guy in One Utama earlier for an example. He is someone I would definitely go for. As a matter of fact, I used to
For some reason, now that I am 56 KG, all of the sudden, I feel it is better for me to look away.
I think my personal life gumption shrivelled to a prune when I shrunk to a size S/6 dress.
Ah heck, at least my arms look nice-r.