I LIKE IT HEAVY

I updated my personal record today. I deadlifted 50 kg (5 sets of 5).

I am starting to really enjoy the heavy lifting. For one, no panting like a dog, and perspiring like a....a....whatever (couldn't find an appropriate analogy). Everyone knows THAT is majorly important for a girl - image, image and image. And I like the gungho image that doing things MEN do give. Hey after all, I'm dabbling in a traditionally male dominated industry at work, I box and I play real time strategy games. Haha...all the trademarks of a sound masculine mind. Maybe I should also start hogging to remote control (to channel surf), DON'T ask for directions when I'm lost and cursing female drivers when I drive. And lastly, it is that sense of achievement that I get when I set a new PR for myself.

I also started on HCl and fishoil supplements last week. In order to avoid the inevitable questions and comments from family about the wisdom of supplementing, I have been skulking around and trying to take the stuff as inconspicuously as I can. I find it rather amusing to have to:
1) leave the dining table halfway into the meal
2) walk to my room and pretend to look for something and while in the room quickly puts the HCl capsule on my tongue
3) siddles furtively to the kitchen and gulps down a cup of water with the capsule
4) walk back nonchalantly to the dining table
5) 5 minutes later, casually walk to the refrigerator with my spoon (acting like I've forgotten I'm holding a spoon in my hand)
6) Casually open the fridge door and pretend I'm looking for something (yeah, again).
7) Here is the tricky part - quickly extract the bottle, pours a tablespoon of fishoil, swallows, repeat, cap the bottle and put it back into the fridge. All the while keeping my back to the dining table and still trying to pretend I'm looking for something in the fridge.

It is a good thing I eat most of my meals alone. Otherwise the whole process is going to give me indigestion before the supplements can cure ANYTHING.