Desperate Measures

Last year, I initiated a life-changing habit - going to the gym. a.k.a. moving from 0 exercise to at least an hour of light to moderate exercise weekly. So far, I've managed to lose 5% body fat (more or less) and 0 kgs. Well, I think I did lose up to 4 kg and gained it all back when I pontenged for more than 3 weeks. Even worse when I'm depressed because then I'd eat more and exercise less.

So now that habit has been more or less ingrained, but I have failed to achieve the desired results, it's time to up the ante and push harder. I have just decided to cut out white rice from my diet. I'm not worried about being carb deprived. I'd still get some from my drinks and other foods. Going easy on the starches is an obvious way to cut out empty calories and get my blood sugar under control; because loath as I am to admit it, my sugar control has been pretty lousy.

The other thing I've done is to book a cleaner for the house. Since I'm forever distracted and/or busy, the only way to get the house clean is to hire some help. K Ayu does help keep the bathroom under control, but face it, it's just not enough. By the time I come home, I'm tired. The most I can do is cook, eat and wash the dishes. Some assistance would help keep the house presentable if by some miracle I have a boyfriend and his mother decides to come and inspect his lady love's abode. In any case, a clean apartment would benefit everyone. If I can afford some help, why not?

So, pretending that I have nuptials on the horizon, my life is about to be upgraded. Seriously, I hope it works.

Family Ties...

You  know, sometimes my family can be the most obtuse people on the freaking planet. As usual I told Abang of my nice new job, totally omitting the fact that I had lost my job the month before. I never told anyone except my sister about that. She lives with me, and she never knew or asked until I told her - AFTER I got the new job. No one knew of the misery I went through in those 2 months... No one even noticed how fucking miserable I had been. Only my friends noticed that something was amiss.

Then he advised me to give money to Abah whenever I saw him. Well, first of all, I'm a little short of cash right now. Have paid up front for people and haven't got paid back because *someone* thought I'm rich now that I've got a decent new job. Excuse me! I'm trying to pay off a bunch of debt and saving a little money so that we can afford to buy a decent place next year... A car upgrade wouldn't hurt either.

Anyway, how would I know WHEN I'd see Abah? I normally pay people at the beginning of the month and carry around minimal pocket money the rest of the time. I've been banking in money to his account and he either never notices it or never bothers to say thank you. Nice, dad. Didn't your mom teach you any manners?? Such a small thing and I'm still feeling hurt. Guess the worst part is no one in the family ever cared about your feelings. Guess why I started the act of being A-OK even when I'm not...

Sigh. C'est la vie... Thank God for my friends!!