Today, I sort of went shopping for some clothes with my amazing mother. So despite the fact that I'm still getting smaller, I just decided to get some clothes my current size, because I decided that a) my super baggy clothes really make me look fatter than I really am. b) baggy clothes really really can be uncomfortable when they feel like they're falling off every second.
So I selected some, my mother selected some. But today's topic is not about that. The clothes have a story, but that's for another day.
So these few days, my weight loss has been a minor topic among my colleagues. By 'minor', I mean that it's a topic that lasts 3 minutes tops. They were surprised that I've lost 19kg, and some had told me that I already look fine with all the weight gone. My grandma herself even said it's already fine. I got a slight bit of reassurance from all of their words. I didn't expect to stop my routines, but I thought that maybe I could try easing up on them.
At least till this afternoon.
The thing about shopping is this. When you're shopping for men's clothes, other men are also around you shopping, so I can immediately grasp the fact that even though I got smaller, I'm still more "king-sized" than average guys. Which means I probably still have a long way to go.
Sort of a let down for me. I guess that even if I lost a lot, the main thing is in losing what needs to be lost. And I still haven't currently reach that target. Disheartening, but reality is like this. It was partially my fault that I got fatter and fatter back then too.
Now, all I can do is to try losing more, and more, till I reach my target. Got to do my best, and do what I can do now.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Cardio increase
Starting from yesterday, I increased the amount of my workout. From 3.2km per day + 150 sit ups -> 4.2km per day +200 sit ups. Plus, I try to walk as much as I can as possible. Cardio is effective, good for the lungs, heart, blood pressure, cholesterol control etc. etc.
So that makes my first workout (the 3.2 +150 as I call it) done for 9 weeks 2 days.
Come to think about it, when I first started my workout, 3.2km + 150 sit ups were tough on my body. I curse the distance everyday back then. Then when I got slightly used to it (like I said, you can NEVER be fully used to exercise), I told myself that I'll increase my workout when my weight goes down to 80kg. I procrastinated till I got to 79kg when I finally started the increase.
Got to say, it's tough. The first day I started it, I surprisingly managed to withstand the 4.2 km workout, but today, the second day, I very almost vomited violently.
However, once the "hangover" got away, I got the thrill, the sense of achievement. I can do this. I'm going to get lighter.
Oh yeah, I've also managed to do a few pull ups, but sadly, with the lower pull up bar only. Hopefully I'll be able to use the higher bar soon. But it's an achievement.
Nowadays, I try to walk whenever I get the opportunity, just to increase my cardio intake. I'm a big eater, see. According to a calculator, I can only indulge in 1600 kcal of food if I want to lose 1.5kg per week. So increasing the amount of energy spent even if it's a little, to me, is very important.
Right now, I'm 78 kg. Starting from 96kg, to me, this is a huge difference. But if I were to want to meet national standards in BMI, which is to say, 22.9 in Singapore, I'm going to have to be 68kg or lesser. So 10 more kg to go. I know BMI is only 33% accurate, muscle mass volume is heavier yadah yadah... but I want to become smaller. I'm not the kind of guy who wants bulks of muscles. ;)
So here we go. Wish me luck. I'll do my best!
P.S.: I realise that for once, I'm actually following my every year's new year resolution of losing weight, haha. That's seriously a first! :P
So that makes my first workout (the 3.2 +150 as I call it) done for 9 weeks 2 days.
Come to think about it, when I first started my workout, 3.2km + 150 sit ups were tough on my body. I curse the distance everyday back then. Then when I got slightly used to it (like I said, you can NEVER be fully used to exercise), I told myself that I'll increase my workout when my weight goes down to 80kg. I procrastinated till I got to 79kg when I finally started the increase.
Got to say, it's tough. The first day I started it, I surprisingly managed to withstand the 4.2 km workout, but today, the second day, I very almost vomited violently.
However, once the "hangover" got away, I got the thrill, the sense of achievement. I can do this. I'm going to get lighter.
Oh yeah, I've also managed to do a few pull ups, but sadly, with the lower pull up bar only. Hopefully I'll be able to use the higher bar soon. But it's an achievement.
Nowadays, I try to walk whenever I get the opportunity, just to increase my cardio intake. I'm a big eater, see. According to a calculator, I can only indulge in 1600 kcal of food if I want to lose 1.5kg per week. So increasing the amount of energy spent even if it's a little, to me, is very important.
Right now, I'm 78 kg. Starting from 96kg, to me, this is a huge difference. But if I were to want to meet national standards in BMI, which is to say, 22.9 in Singapore, I'm going to have to be 68kg or lesser. So 10 more kg to go. I know BMI is only 33% accurate, muscle mass volume is heavier yadah yadah... but I want to become smaller. I'm not the kind of guy who wants bulks of muscles. ;)
So here we go. Wish me luck. I'll do my best!
P.S.: I realise that for once, I'm actually following my every year's new year resolution of losing weight, haha. That's seriously a first! :P
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
BATAMMMMMMM
A little late on the update, haha, but here goes
9th July. The first time in 8 years I'm going overseas (unless you cheat and count Sentosa). To me, I thought, hey, a little exposure, lots of fun. Why not?
The ferry ride there sort of upset my stomach. On top of that, all our seats were scattered, so it was hard trying to distract myself from the discomfort. Reaching there was good though, in more ways than one. Another country which I've never visit before: Indonesia, Batam.
I must point out that the air wasn't exactly the cleanest, and we've been warned by every single tour guide to be cautious of pickpockets and those ninja kidnapper taxi drivers we think only exist in scary stories. But I loved the hotel. I loved the shopping, and most of all, I loved the bonding.
To me, this trip is sort of pointless if not for the right crowd of people.
Oh yeah, there was this funny mini-adventure that happened.
I was heading down one floor to find some of the others, since we were all scattered to different rooms on different floors. As I enter the elevator, I realised that the key card is needed to activate it. Since Ern (my roommate) needed it, I decided to use the stairs. So ignoring the "Emergency Exit", I opened the door and entered the stairway.
Turns out the door was one-sided. Which means, you can get in, but you sure as hell can't get out. Being calm, I decided that the first floor's door should be two sided, and I should be able to get out. So climbing down, I reached the sixth floor, where the door was open due to some damage. I got in the elevator and just purely waited for the elevator to carry me to the first floor where I can give Ern a call at our room to come fetch me.
Good thing Michelle, Nicholas and Cheryn were there, wanting to head to McDonalds for desert. While they headed to the washroom, I checked out the first floor's emergency exit door.
Turns out it was one-sided as well.
Guess I got lucky. (Y)
Moral of the story: Don't use anything with "emergency" on it UNLESS it's really an emergency.
Will update you guys again soon, if anyone's still reading. Ciao. :D
9th July. The first time in 8 years I'm going overseas (unless you cheat and count Sentosa). To me, I thought, hey, a little exposure, lots of fun. Why not?
The ferry ride there sort of upset my stomach. On top of that, all our seats were scattered, so it was hard trying to distract myself from the discomfort. Reaching there was good though, in more ways than one. Another country which I've never visit before: Indonesia, Batam.
I must point out that the air wasn't exactly the cleanest, and we've been warned by every single tour guide to be cautious of pickpockets and those ninja kidnapper taxi drivers we think only exist in scary stories. But I loved the hotel. I loved the shopping, and most of all, I loved the bonding.
To me, this trip is sort of pointless if not for the right crowd of people.
Oh yeah, there was this funny mini-adventure that happened.
I was heading down one floor to find some of the others, since we were all scattered to different rooms on different floors. As I enter the elevator, I realised that the key card is needed to activate it. Since Ern (my roommate) needed it, I decided to use the stairs. So ignoring the "Emergency Exit", I opened the door and entered the stairway.
Turns out the door was one-sided. Which means, you can get in, but you sure as hell can't get out. Being calm, I decided that the first floor's door should be two sided, and I should be able to get out. So climbing down, I reached the sixth floor, where the door was open due to some damage. I got in the elevator and just purely waited for the elevator to carry me to the first floor where I can give Ern a call at our room to come fetch me.
Good thing Michelle, Nicholas and Cheryn were there, wanting to head to McDonalds for desert. While they headed to the washroom, I checked out the first floor's emergency exit door.
Turns out it was one-sided as well.
Guess I got lucky. (Y)
Moral of the story: Don't use anything with "emergency" on it UNLESS it's really an emergency.
Will update you guys again soon, if anyone's still reading. Ciao. :D
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