Hey guys!
How’s everyone doing?
Sorry about the lack of updates. Work’s been hectic and I’ve been very tired. But I like having to work hard! Gives me the adrenaline rush. I work best under mild stress. Too much slack and I will slack along.
Anyway, I wonder if anyone is really reading this bloggie of mine. My site monitor shows me heaps of people accessing this very page but no one leaves comments. 
Come on! Make me happy! Comment! Click on that lil’ “comment” link at the bottom! Talk to me!
Anyway (that’s my second ‘anyway’ in 3 paragraphs), I went for a free complimentary fitness assessment this morning at the gym I signed up with. They calculated my body fat percentage. And…….. my body fats take up………(please brace yourself for this)………
25.6 freaking percent of my body!
That’s like, one quarter of my body is bubbling/ oozing/ wobbling with fats!!!
Inori. Hates. Fats. *Pouts*
Despite going for aerobics/ kickboxing/ endurance classes as well as doing resistance training for the past TWO MONTHS, I am still fat.
Dear all, Inori isn’t happy. Inori is fat.
But that’s okay. I shall take this as a challenge. I shall work even harder to achieve 14-16% of body fats. I shall work out six days a week.
To fats: Burn in hell, fats! You all Burn In Hell! Erm… actually, just burn yourselves off my body. And stay off.
Anyway (that’s three “anyway”s!!), I had this conversation over dinner with Mother Dearest;
Me: I blame you and Daddy for the genes I inherited.
Mom: Like what?
Me: Like big hips, big butt, broad shoulders, fats, myopia, astigmatism, laziness, st…
Mom: EXCUSE ME? Laziness? Young lady, let me tell you one thing, I have never….
Me: …Erm….
Mom: …been lazy, I worked so hard and ever since I was….
Me: ….Errr….
Mom: ….still schooling and I had to……
Me: … Mommy……
Mom: …..do all the housework and when I gave…..
Me: ……………….
Mom: …..birth to you I had to carry you from…….
Me: That’s inherited from Daddy.
Mom: ……..Granny’s place to…… oh… your daddy….. Okay.
I think I’ll never have kids of my own.
Anyway (four!), wish me luck on my journey to losing fats. And those who know me personally, please do not tempt me with fried chicken. Or pasta. Or chicken rice. Or Ma-La seafood noodles. Or fried kuey teow. Or burgers. Or french fries. Or….. you get the drift.
Anyway (five!), goodnight. I am having kickboxing at 9.30am tomorrow morning and I need at least eight hours of sleep. Or else I will be cranky. And tomorrow is gonna be one hell of a hectic day at work for me again.
