woooooo...zzziiieee

So far so good, the muscle relaxants seem to be working and the shoulder ache seems to be subsiding. But I'm feeling mighty sleepy.

At least I'm putting my insurance into good use because the hospital will be arranging physiotherapy sessions for me soon as well! Woooppiieeezz!

No Pain, No Gain definitely applies to slimming massages

MY GOD!
My tummy is hurting from all the squeezing and pinching torture they inflicted upon me for two hours!

The reason: To make sure all the fats under my skin is are broken down so that it can be 'burnt' by a specially formulated cream.

And burn it did.

Yesterday was the most uncomfortable and excruciating massage I have ever gone through; I'm not sure it can even be classified as a massage. Even a roti prata that gets slaps often was treated better than me. Food analogies were perfect in this situation because right after getting cream rubbed all over me, they proceeded to saran wrap me and stick me in an oven.

The oven has a very special name, it is called - The Spaceship. Futuristic, looks like magic show box that involves cutting you up; because your whole body is supposed to be heated up by infra-red rays except for your head. Your head is sticking out not being able to predict the outcome if you're going to get back your head at the end of the act. That was exactly how I felt. I did not know if I would get my legs back. Why? Because they just carried on feeling as if they were set on fire! By the end of twenty minutes (I don't know how I endured it but I begged them to remove the heat pads on the legs first), I was so sore, it hurt when I was pulling up my pants.

Only absolute pure madness and desperation would drive one to endure, *drum roll* THIRTY SESSIONS of agony (And they only guaranteed losing three kilograms). The anticipation to such a pain would be sufficient mental torment to cause dreams of talking and walking among the dead (seeing that it could be worse than death to burn but not be able to extinguish it). And I had thought discomforting diarrhea slimming tea was bad.

Their explanations for fat burning is not scientific. G, who studied biotechnology says that it probably only managed to break down the direct fats under my skin; but not penetrate it. Hence, no real effectiveness. Besides, immediately after the session I weighed myself and found only a paltry five hundred gram decrease; which could be attributed to water loss. We were also discussing that 'massaging' the belly with such force may cause some organs to bruise.

I would really just rather exercise than go through this again. At least with muscle aches, I can brag or whine. I would probably be too ashamed to complain about this pain.

Arms are jelly right now from this afternoon's pilates. It's really a luxury to be able to go off during the office time for some stretching/ exercise.

And no, I haven't been able to wake up to do any cardio. Sigh...I can only try again tomorrow.

Post 11pm super mini meals that cannot be considered meals

I have been frustrated that many skirts and jeans no longer button up even though they fit everywhere else! That and many wedding dinners with dresses to fit into. Although the current summer fashion of pregnant lady/ babydoll dresses do the coverup job just fine, but still... (but I still must maintain perky butt status while losing weight)

Thus, diet plan commences tonight after coming home late from work. No more late night suppers! Especially skewers!

1. tofu miso soup - 1 medium sized bowl

2. 1 cup of Lipton Q chunk wheat flavoured milk tea.

It awaits to be seen if I can wake up to begin my first day of biking, stationary biking.

Eating frenzy

Have been eating with wild abandon, almost like I'm living life of the metabolic cliffhanger. If this goes on it's definitely going to be suicidal. Not to mention in about a month it's time to head back to the-place-with-the-food-I-miss and that is going to mean - more food. Also with all the relentless relative meetups, I just simply cannot be looking plump/ fleshy/ flabby/ or in whatever undesireably horizontal fat buildup. No grumpiness in the new year, especially with DL around. So it's time for some well needed discipline, which should work since I'll be alone and bored in Beijing the whole of next week. I'll try to be really good friends with gym there. T-R-Y.