warning: (extra) self- absorbed post ahead

hmm i never thought this could actually be the case but now that i think about it, there could be a worm in my stomach. someone on yasmine’s blog commented that she couldn’t stop eating (or something to that effect) and she blamed it on a worm. genius! it all makes sense now. just realized the other day that i can kinda see my ribs on the sides but my stomach is still bloody bloated lah. so how like that? a worm would explain everything! or maybe i just have an insatiable appetite. i think i need appetite suppressants. can’t wait for puasa to start man!! Please God, save me. But if You can’t make me slim, please make my friends fat. thanks.

i also know why i’m not losing weight even though i’m exercising 5-6 times a week. i’m enjoying it too much. that’s right. back then when i was doing the reservoir thing, after my workout i would think, “oh man that was absolutely torturous. i’m not gonna waste what i just did by eating junk.” so i lost weight. But now i think, “hmm that was fun. so what are we eating?” yeah. eureka moment. also i think i burned more during the reservoir runs, cos i covered about 5km. and i always did push ups, crunches, lunges and squats.

now on the treadmill i only do about 2.5km. not good. and i do other stuff like the cross- trainer and stepper and stuff but we all know running is the gold standard for fat burning right? right. and i don’t do the weights cos i don’t wanna look suaku standing around and not knowing what to do. too shy to ask the trainers lah! haha. but i guess i’ll have to get my courage up soon. *sighs*

i'm the kind who needs to get her ass kicked in boot camp. when is the next season of villa wellness starting? i could sooo do that. and i think christina resembles me. really, not kidding.

ok the plan for bulan puasa:
DON’T GORGE FOR SAHUR AND BUKA!
go to the gym and whack it out about 3 to 4 times a week after buka. or more if possible.

i know i said i was throwing in the towel. but my hope refuses to die. it’s still flailing around, gasping for breath. and my kebaya for raya is mocking me. what a bitch. i want a body like jessica alba. But i think i can only manage jessica simpson. bummer.