Finally, I can see the results of my hard work and have lost 1 inch from my hips, 1/2 inch from my waistline, 1/8 inch from my arms and 1/4 inch from my thighs :-). For the past few weeks, I resisted taking my measurements and did not want to step on the scales until I could see the difference in the mirror. The new statistics gave me the impetus to workout even more. I have been exercising first thing in the morning, at midday and have just finished my workout. It sure feels good and I will feel even better when I can look at the mirror and see no more love handles! All I want is a healthy and slim me with a BMI of 21-23.
A few persons gave me the motivation to workout:
1. My cousin from Hong Kong who gently but firmly told me to shed as much as I can to get back to normal. He is very fit and works out everyday too.
2. My friend Freddie and the gang who have been coaxing me to either go to the gym, do line dancing with them or to Boot Camp.
3. My friend Philip - At a dinner one evening, he said, "I can see your rolls."
My response, "What rose? I don't have any tattoo!"
His response, "Your ROLLS!! The love handles!"
So, that really stunned me.
Thank God for friends who tell it like it is.
4. Myself -I decided that I have to give myself health and fitness so I sold my treadmill and got myself an Orbitrek. And then I sent my stationary bike for repair. A friend also gave me a slimming machine :-) which did not work for his wife and daughter but seems to work for me :-). The best part is - all I need to do is to stand on it and let the machine shake the lower part of my torso :-) AND I can surf the net during all that time with my laptop right placed on a ledge before me. Sheer bliss!
If you could have a peek at a day in the life of masterwordsmith - you would probably think I have lost my marbles - moving from one exercise routine to another. A worthwhile and refreshing experience although I must say it IS very tiring. I still have a long way to go to achieve my targeted BMI but I will persevere!
Ok. Enough of my euphoria. Here's Freddie's joke. Next post will be up in 1.5 hours at 10p.m.
The Woman Marine Pilot
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment:
Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
The next day, the kids came back and, one by one, began to tell their stories. There were all the regular types of stuff:
spilled milk and pennies saved.
But then the teacher realized, much to her dismay, that only Janie was left.
Janie, do you have a story to share?'
''Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Mommy. She was a Marine pilot in Desert Storm, and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory, and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn't break, and then her parachute landed her right in the middle of 20 Iraqi troops.
She shot 15 of them with the pistol, until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last enemy with her bare hands.
''Good Heavens,' said the horrified teacher. 'What did your Daddy tell you was the moral to this horrible story?
"Stay the Hell away from Mommy when she's been drinking."
*Posted for humor with no intention to offend anyone! Have a lovely evening!
ahoo Dad must has been glad that he had Janie by the jaw with this Mommy tales. Spinning story for a child and in doing so taking a swipe at his spouse seems to be hitting two birds with one stone.