Me: I’ll go for a jog. I’ll speak to you later.
The bf: hahahahahahahahahahaha
Yeah, the bf is that supportive. The jogging thing was one of those spur-of-the-moment-let’s-try-it-because-i-don’t-have-anything-else-to-do-anyway kind of thing. It was not meant to be the start of a change in my lifestyle (I am never going to be like those boring health freaks who would ask the waiter not to put salt on their margarita glasses), it’s just that I’ve spent 12 hours of my day off on my bed – sleeping and I was feeling guilty for not doing anything sensible out of this day. So I went to the gym of my building and ran/brisk-walked for about 3 km, which I think isn’t that bad for someone who hasn’t done anything “exercise-y” for 1 whole year. I ate a sandwich with liver spread as its filling afterwards. YUM!
In the gym, I saw a weighing scale. I contemplated about whether or not I should conquer my fears and check how fat I am now. Closing my eyes, I mustered up enough courage and went on the weighing scale. 65KG! I remember that there was a time in my life here in Dubai that I weighed 42kg, but that was when I was falling sick every other week. So anyway, I calculated my body mass index to see if I am overweight. I’m standing 5ft and 7in (170cm) and weighs 65kg, according to this BMI calculator – I’m falling under the normal range. Yippppeeee! For my height, the normal weight is 54 to 72kg, so I still have about 7kg allowance before considering myself as a whale. Woo hoo!
So will I ever set foot in the gym ever again? I’m not planning on it but who knows? Maybe I’ll get bored again one of these days.
Meanwhile, this was my snack earlier this afternoon before I went to bed for my siesta.