Back after a Breather

I have been missing classes before and after my Kinabalu trip, fitting in the time to complete my tasks at work and working out to get me ready for the climb.

Last night, I finally stepped into the gym and man it felt good, although I wasn’t as smooth or reacting as fast as I was before. The adrenaline and great sweat out worked for me.


I have to say, the climb has definitely affected me, spiritually, mentally and physically. Right now, I’m thinking, I need to get back into the regime, to eat healthily, work out while having fun and living the lifestyle that improves my outlook in life!

While I was at the summit, all I could think of was “Wow. Thank you God for helping me reach the top. Your creation rocks ass.”

I felt a lot lighter, better and ready to take on the world. Not entirely sure why but it seemed important for me to list out the things I want to do, accomplish, improve as well as what I want to do with myself.

Strange that one climb made such a difference in thought and outlook. I have another amazing adventure waiting for me in October. Will that too, be the tipping point of my life?

I can’t wait.

Its not just about the body apparently

Lately I’ve been watching the food I consume, my activities during the day as well as my exercise regime.

So far the journey has been pretty encouraging as I grew fitter and lighter in a couple of months, and then it only hit me that I totally forgotten about one aspect of this journey to a healthier me.

I need pampering.

Not the gorgeous chocolate dripping, cake filling, ice cream covered goodness (as tempting as that sounds), no, instead I’m reminded of the largest part of my body that demanded my attention.

My skin.

I’ve been blessed with healthy skin, I never worry about acne, and I have a very healthy glow about me. I never needed any special products but I never did any maintenance either…I can hear gasps of blasphemy echoing through the blogosphere now.

However I have repented and realise my wrong doings. Now, I just need to figure out what I’m supposed to do to maintain and take good care of my skin.

I did what every internet savvy being would have done, I checked it out on google and read more about it on! It’s quite helpful with all the tips and step by step instructions in the article. I can’t help but notice that most of the articles concentrated on the face than the rest of the body, is it because our body needs less maintenance than our face?

I’m not too sure but I thought it would be good if my body receive some care too – so I booked a massage session just because I’m too lazy to do it myself. Bring on the body oils!

As for my face, I snooped around in my mother’s cabinets (I bet she has a pharmacy store hidden in between the cracks, she has everything!), and found the facial cleanser, toner and moisturiser for mild skin (which according to the article is what I should start with).

Alright I’ve got everything, even found a face mask to hydrate my face! This should be interesting. Some very nice friends shared that they go for facials, honestly I don’t know what to think about the torture, sorry, face cleaning session. It sounds…beneficial? I probably should clean my face with someone squeezing and pressing my pores…

I’m quite hesitant about it having never went for a facial session, but my mother hinted that I should go (I can’t help but feel that its revenge; that I should share the pain all of them experienced).

Honestly, I’ll think about the facial session, but first, let me get use to cleaning my face with all this extra things, tone it and moisturise it. I wonder if there’s anything else I need to do?

Brace yourselves

This is going to be a little horrible and I apologise in advance.

I only had 3 hours of sleep but I finished my report, that’s what mattered. Drove to work a lot slower than usual seeing that I was sort of in a daze. Already I was planning to buy 2 cups of strong, black tea to jump start my brain and body.

My throat started to feel a little dry and constricted, maybe I’m hungry, so I took a sip of my health shake. Bad idea. My stomach started feeling queasy immediately, no way I’m going to throw up in my car so I shifted in my seat till I was slightly more comfortable and drove on. Finally after 45 grueling minutes of queuing and cutting, I arrived at the car park. Finished my shake because that’s the only breakfast I have, off I went to my office building.

My eyes glazed over the moment the aroma of coffee and tea hit me that I beeped the wrong access…”thing”, I opened the one next to me instead of the one in front of me. Oh well, I was too tired to care.

Now comes the part that I warned you about, if you don’t like it please don’t continue reading it.

Stepped into the lift and after a few seconds the doors dinged opened again and entered a rather large lady. I feel bad saying this but the sight of her suddenly triggered peristalsis in reverse. She doesn’t smell, or look bad, but because she is rather large and she was wearing extremely tight clothing, her extra bits were jutted out so painfully I had to take a couple of breaths just to keep down whatever I had this morning.

Even now as I write this, I have difficulty and am on the verge of spewing my stomach remains onto my keyboard.

It looked so disgusting, I am pretty sure there are better clothes that would’ve made her look a lot nicer. But her insistent on wearing a tight blouse that cuts into her folds and a short skirt that did not flatter her in anyway, oh and I can’t forget how in pain her feet looked, they were swollen and bruised in her open toe heels.

I felt so sick I had to avert my eyes.

This is not the first time I met a large person, heck, I meet large people everywhere. Some of my friends are large people. They just happen to like food very much or they could have been suffering from a condition. Its fine.

I just couldn’t take how blatantly she exposed her unhealthy lifestyle. She’s large and proud, fine. But please, oh please I beg so hard I’m on my knees, please don’t allow your body to portray such painful statements by forcing it into unsuitable clothing. Its just painful.

Sigh, I should stop. I shall stop.