Since losing my trainer and struggling with the absurdities that most of us call "work", I've been feeling blah. With the husband gearing up for his first full marathon in Bali, I'm like oh fuck this, let's run. Signed up for the energizer nite run and standard chartered run (5k distance first bitchplease) and felt slightly proud of myself albeit a) I don't run b) I love eating c) constant time-constraint. I supposed this is my last resort to shed some pounds. But of course my super fit husband just had to remind me that jaga makan is equally important. Sentap mak tau!
His way, my way, your way. We all have our own different ways to do things and same goes to keeping our health in check (was so relieved to find out that my cholesterol level is normal in a recent blood test). So here's to second chance, and more sweat and tears along the way.
Cheers!
1 comment:
bravo.
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