Saturday, January 14, 2006
So. Am i fat?
I am so exhausted.
Thursday night attended LADC (LA Dance Connection) class for lyrical jazz.
Friday night went for dance practice for a show item which i'm involved in on 21st Jan, which started at 10pm and lasted till 11pm...
Saturday morning had 3 hour practice of the show item again, followed by more LADC classes - Ballet 1 and Intro to Jazz class.
Tomorrow is Sunday and i'm going for 3 classes at LADC - Broadway jazz, Latin jazz and Contemporary dance.
Monday is trial yoga class at True Yoga.
Tuesday there's dance practice... yet to see if i'm still alive by then.
Tired? Of cos. But i'm mad. I enjoy it. Good exercise. Keeps me fit and helps to lose all the flab. Plus i'm bored. And the main point is, they are mostly free classes - cheapskate you say? yeah perhaps to a certain extent... but then again, grab the opportunity presented mah.
Now suffering from an abrasion on my right foot due to a skid on the floor this morning, causing the skin in that area to be grazed off. And my little toe on my right foot also had some dry blood. Hmm. The mutilation to my feet returns once again. Thigh muscles are aching too and arms feeling a little sore. The price you pay for dancing so much. But the good thing is, i feel lighter. I feel toner and fitter. But my weight still hasn't dropped. It's just kinda freaky to see it still register on that part of the scale after exercising so darn much... and i don't eat a lot either. In fact, been eating quite little. Just last night, i had a single chocolate waffle (those thin kopitiam type) for dinner. And after dance, i didn't eat anything. This morning, i skipped breakfast due to lack of time. Yet my weight doesn't budge. Hmm. Doubt it's weight from muscles though. I still look the same.
I know a lot of people will slap me if i complain to them that i'm fat. Well, ok fine, i'm not fat. BUT, it's true that i'm fatTER. Sheesh, whenever i ask people that question, their eyes always always inadvertently trails down to my arms. Man... i oughta start wearing long-sleeved shirts or something. Previously, pple used to look at my arms cos (and i quote them), it was "really muscular, really toned, got contour one". I'm not bragging nor exaggerating here, cos on the contrary, i was quite embarassed back then by my arms. Made me feel quite self-conscious of them. That was 2-3 years ago. NOW. pple look at my arms cos it's (and i quote them again) "bigger, can see meat finally, nice to squeeze now". Argh. Either way my arms seem to distract pple a lot eh. And to top it off, my mum's latest amusement is to poke fun at my increased mass. Sigh. Oh well, i'm not offended or anything, just that it's weird...
So. Am i fat? heh.
Thursday night attended LADC (LA Dance Connection) class for lyrical jazz.
Friday night went for dance practice for a show item which i'm involved in on 21st Jan, which started at 10pm and lasted till 11pm...
Saturday morning had 3 hour practice of the show item again, followed by more LADC classes - Ballet 1 and Intro to Jazz class.
Tomorrow is Sunday and i'm going for 3 classes at LADC - Broadway jazz, Latin jazz and Contemporary dance.
Monday is trial yoga class at True Yoga.
Tuesday there's dance practice... yet to see if i'm still alive by then.
Tired? Of cos. But i'm mad. I enjoy it. Good exercise. Keeps me fit and helps to lose all the flab. Plus i'm bored. And the main point is, they are mostly free classes - cheapskate you say? yeah perhaps to a certain extent... but then again, grab the opportunity presented mah.
Now suffering from an abrasion on my right foot due to a skid on the floor this morning, causing the skin in that area to be grazed off. And my little toe on my right foot also had some dry blood. Hmm. The mutilation to my feet returns once again. Thigh muscles are aching too and arms feeling a little sore. The price you pay for dancing so much. But the good thing is, i feel lighter. I feel toner and fitter. But my weight still hasn't dropped. It's just kinda freaky to see it still register on that part of the scale after exercising so darn much... and i don't eat a lot either. In fact, been eating quite little. Just last night, i had a single chocolate waffle (those thin kopitiam type) for dinner. And after dance, i didn't eat anything. This morning, i skipped breakfast due to lack of time. Yet my weight doesn't budge. Hmm. Doubt it's weight from muscles though. I still look the same.
I know a lot of people will slap me if i complain to them that i'm fat. Well, ok fine, i'm not fat. BUT, it's true that i'm fatTER. Sheesh, whenever i ask people that question, their eyes always always inadvertently trails down to my arms. Man... i oughta start wearing long-sleeved shirts or something. Previously, pple used to look at my arms cos (and i quote them), it was "really muscular, really toned, got contour one". I'm not bragging nor exaggerating here, cos on the contrary, i was quite embarassed back then by my arms. Made me feel quite self-conscious of them. That was 2-3 years ago. NOW. pple look at my arms cos it's (and i quote them again) "bigger, can see meat finally, nice to squeeze now". Argh. Either way my arms seem to distract pple a lot eh. And to top it off, my mum's latest amusement is to poke fun at my increased mass. Sigh. Oh well, i'm not offended or anything, just that it's weird...
So. Am i fat? heh.
// posted by superlambanana @ 9:53 PM 
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