SOME FITNESS RAMBLINGS

In the last two days, several people have commented on my visible flab loss. I say flab loss, because alas, the scale weight is still not moving.

In addition to the comments, the other day during training, I was discussing the situation of my flab loss with the BIG COACH while resting between sets, when he suddenly reached over without warning and grabbed my love-handles, while the rest the entire gym population looked on, and held on for (what I felt) the longest time, while he reassured me that there was improvement in that area. I was really happy to know that, but it was SO majorly embarrassing! We normally do the pinch tests and measurements in the privacy of his office, so I never did expect my flab to be "revealed" to the world like that. But I guess, what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. I am determined to lose all that flab so that it can't happen again. =)

But anyway, I am much gratified with all the comments, and thank these kind souls with all my heart, for their timely pick-me-up. I did think I looked somewhat better, and I did manage to fit into some clothes which had been tight three months ago. But the human mind, sorry, human FEMALE mind, likes to play games. So despite my own observations, there was this little niggling doubt that I was maybe deluding myself, seeing improvements where there were none, being too confident too early etc etc. The comments did me worlds of good, and has pushed me to watch my diet and training even more closely, now that I know that things are really working out. Bikini days look possible after all. =)

One thing that I am helpless to change though, is that in the past year of slimming, I have lost my "upper body endowments". I found myself in the same company that consists of Stephanie Sun, Kate Moss....and airport runways. Very very dismal. I had to stop wearing tube tops, because there was nothing much to hold them up, and having to keep tugging them up is not sexy. I found myself poring over the Figure Athletes website, trying to figure out how those gorgeous ladies managed to keep their figure while leaning, and found many had probably had augmentation done. Sigh....looks like there is too much of a good thing, and no "best of both worlds scenario" in this case. These days, I am always looking at bust boosting ads, and maximiser bras - rather amusing sometimes.

Last night on my way home from my workout, I suddenly recalled this conversation I had with a cab driver in my last trip to Norway. He was an African immigrant in Norway, and his parents still lived in Kenya. He recounted a conversation with his father, where he described the life of a typical Norwegian and mentioned going to the gym to workout, a practice which left his Kenyan Dad all confused.

Dad: You mean these people, they pay the good money to go to these places to run and lift heavy stuff and sweat?
Cab-Driver: Yeah.
Dad: Heck, why'd these people actually pay money to do these things when they can do them here for free?

I had to agree with the irony of the situation. Here we are, slogging from a young age to do well in school so that when we grew up, we could sit in an air-con office all day instead of a sweating on a construction site carrying heavy stuff and running around, in order that we may make more money to pay for the privilege of sweating it out in expensive gyms, carrying stuff and running around. Seems like we could have saved ourselves the trouble and enjoyed our childhood to the fullest, since we end up doing the same things anyway.

Then again, you don't get to wear Adidas by Stella McCartney on a construction site, and the rest are but small inconveniences when measured against this fact....haha.