normalcy

"Give me 20 squats"

Ah, music to my ear.

Round 14

You know what, it's not easy to stay motivated. It's a constant struggle and I try to fill my head with positive thinking. My battle with my weight is far from over. I just hope I could stop being impatient and expect to see fast results. Because there won't be any shortcuts.

Training has gone from okay-I-can-handle-this to hardcore. It's gonna be harder but I'm just gonna march on with whatever thrown at me. Squats, lunges, rpm, give them all to me.

In the meantime, bila nak control food ni?

Round 13

Ohhh that Master Pok has trouble waking up early! Arghhh our 7am sessions are often delayed by 5 to 10 minutes but today he was late for 15 minutes! I'm sorry but 7am is just not on for me let's do 715 next time, he said.
Hmpfth.

Maybe I'll just alternate morning and evening sessions. I really hate showing up late to work (not that anybody care) but morning workouts are the best right? Feeling great about myself today. And no visible pain whatsoever. See? Thoroughly enjoyed circuit training today although RPM (cycling workout) got me sweating like a pig in a sauna. >.<

Okay time for bed. Yes I'm aware it's not even 10 yet.

Round 12

Dapat pep talk pulak today. Master Pok said by end of the year, you'll be feeling great you'll look great but I need you to jaga makan! 

Okay will do my best. I'm serious! 

Circuit training today. I must be crazy to think that I can handle 2 trainings in 2 mornings in a row. But I did it anyway. We spring-cleaned in the afternoon and me, body aching and all, fell asleep until evening. I swear I dreamt about kettle bells flying above my head. 

Watching tv. Shit, Rachael Ray lookin' great these days. Ha! Jaga makan lettew!

Round 10

First thing Master Pok said to me this morning: "Murdahhh"

Oh I was murdered alright. -_-

It's alright. Round 8

Had my first weigh in with Master Pok yesterday. A little bummed that my weight didn't show significant drop but it's alright (maybe I'm going through a weight loss plateau?). I'm thankful with the encouragements and support that I get from my family and friends but by the end of the day, it is still me who needs to sort myself out. Workouts yes, bring them on but I'm still having issues with saying no to unhealthy food. I CAN NEVER SAY NO TO FRIED RICE! *whimpers* I had nasi goreng for breakfast today.

 

Funny how Master Pok has a new word/phrase for every session with me. The other day it was "I'm feeling murderous", yesterday was "torture". I also get words like "suffer" or "Beyonce" etc. And I don't think personal trainers are paid to laugh at their clients!

 

We did 64026841 sets of lunges and push-ups and squats yesterday. I swear I could almost feel my legs ready to snap into two. Or four. Or nano-smithereens. When I say 'we' this means I make my trainer suffer as well by working out alongside with me (although he did it without even puffing at all. Pffthh). You know I have the right to torture him as well for laughing at me. Hah!

 

That aside, managed to secure G-Dragon's concert ticket in June. Hoping that this will be my last concert for the year then bam, I found out that CN Blue is coming in August. Shit.

 

Anyways, here is a picture of my eldest trying to make friends by doing whatever the other boy is doing. Whenever he make new friends he doesn't ask their names but automatically calls them 'kawan'. I don't know why some boys just don't want to be friends with him maybe because they think he's a girl? Boleh blah. Ibu will kick their sorry little asses.

Round 7

I ate so much last weekend and of course I had to work my ass off during Round 7 with Master Pok yesterday! Magically enough I can now maintain the same pace in ten minutes on the stationary bike and stepper. This is wonderful because it's a sign that my stamina is getting better. 

The only thing I hate to do is jumping because I still feel heavy. It's okay. Easy does it. After all we are working on strengthening my knees and legs first. Blah blah blah. 

You guys, Mustafa Jones' New York steak is delicious. Just sayin'.

Round 4

Oh I'm sorry I'm just gonna update my progress here. Besides, don't you wanna see my before and after pic by the end of the year? *fingers crossed*

Friday's training was a bit easy. Wait, I should never say easy out loud. It will bite me in the butt sooner or later. I went to the gym nearby my office during lunchtime just to test my legs (they were fine, the dull aches were finally replacing the soreness) and braced the Friday traffic for my appointment with Master Pok.

Eh, I digress lah. Yesterday I walked on the treadmill for 8 mins (it's usually 10 mins, thank you MP) and he said we need to work on my arms. Ohkay, I hope it doesn't involve the dreaded weigh ball. Did squats with kettle ball, some liftings, hmmm and more liftings. Blek. Since my husband told him that I've been feeling down lately, Master Pok been encouraging by saying "CONTROL FOOOOOOOOD" and "no pain no gain". Dude, nobody uses "no pain no gain" anymore. That is sooooo the 80s! Sometimes I feel I can just kungfu kick my trainer. I could, I'm paying him good money what.

Aaaaand because I didn't feel so sore today, I tried Les Mills BodyStep in the morning. I'm a disgrace to myself! My coordination is terrible, and oh those steps made me feel like my knees will pop man! Talk about pushing myself over the limit. I think I should just stick to dancing like Zumba or BodyJam like the makcik2 in the gym. -___-

Okay time for bed. Happy voting tomorrow (you'll never see me talk publicly about politics ever, that's just not my forte) and VOTE GYM FOR LIFE.

Bye!

Round 3

Crazy workout last night. Squats, push-ups, brisk walking moved up to walk-fast-but-try-not-to-fall-off-the-treadmill, planking, steps, ball passing while squatting, wah wah wah no mercy betul Master Pok now eh. I will never give up, although most of the time I'll be begging him to let me stop and catch my breath. I think he knows it too that I won't give up. I hate to disappoint him and most of all I don't want to disappoint myself (and my husband who has so much faith in me). The triumph lies in the high-five that I get from my trainer at the end of every session that signifies hey, I've made it for this round.

[gym posts will be labeled "sore today sexy tomorrow" from now on. Ah the stuff you get from Facebook!]

This is an article written by an ex-uni mate who lost so much weight. An inspiration indeed.
The amazing race.
And another one from a blogger's guest post: Weight loss story.

Also, I've signed up for my company's The Biggest Loser Challenge! First weigh-in will be tomorrow. It will run for 2 months so yeah! Let's do this!

Round 2

"Today is the most tiring session ever" I said to Master Pok.
"But you've only had 2 official sessions with me", he said.

-_-

Dying, surviving, dying, surviving, I just want to be a better person.