Keeping fit is something that is thrown at us all the time, but probably something which we don't appreciate until we have lost it. It wasn't very long ago when we were still able to skate through the night and visit several spots in one sitting. I remember a time when Kurt and me skated almost everyday after school, and we didn't even end early, we skated till about 10-11pm before grabbing some beers at 7-11 and woke up for school the next day only to repeat the same cycle again.
In stark contrast, our recent skate expedition to Taiwan ended in ruins because we forgot Taiwan has Summer, and skating in summer, is not fun. You would think that living in Singapore's weather conditions would sufficiently condition us to accept whatever the sun can throw at us but No. It was like skating in a microwave oven stuck on 'High' wearing eskimo fur-coats.
Everytime time we stepped out of a building we felt an instant heat-wave. It was like walking out of your home and immediately entering Hell or have you opened one of those huge-ass freezer door in 7-11 or Cold-Storage? It is the same feeling only worse, because cool air is cool but warm air thats another thing altogether. On top of that the air felt dry, it felt like the whole street would ignite with just a spark.
Kurt, John and me were naturally not accustomed to skating in such conditions and the only times we skated in Taiwan was at night. That 3-4 hours of skating soaked our shirts pretty badly and perspiration was actually dripping from our hair and chin onto our boards. We were sweating so much if we shook our heads wildly, we may qualify as water sprinklers. That aside we still managed to visit a few spots before Kurt injured his wrist. Oh and another word of advice, don't wear white tees skating in Taiwan. This is serious because the streets are so dusty and dirty if you fell on the sidewalk, the sidewalk will get imprinted on your shirt.
The reason of this post is this, I have a tummy, this is not funny, i've never had a tummy, i've never been fat, i've never been able to gain any weight.
But recently i find a couple of jeans do not fit anymore, and I'm starting to use holes on my belt that i've never considered using before, also I genuinely feel that in 3 months time I can actually hold the steering wheel with my tummy while i gorge on a burger.
I realised why i wasn't able to gain any weight before. I had been skating regularly. Now, I wake up and go to work, have some insane curry dish for lunch, go home for dinner, head to school, go drinking, wind up having supper, go to bed, rinse and repeat.
"Of course you're going to get a tummy!" you say. But one thing's for sure, i'm trying to work this bastard off. Ever heard stories from dieting friends saying how hard it is to lose weight? I bet you snicker to yourself when their backs are turned. But i've come to realise it really is pretty tough.
Just the other day, after not jogging for years, i decided to head over to East Coast Park for a jog because i read somewhere that jogging is the most balanced way to lose weight. After about 2km i felt like dying, my thighs started to cramp, my lungs threatened to stop taking in oxygen, my heart was pounding like Travis Barker on steroids and my muscles were cursing me for making such a bad decision. I held on to my tummy (Yes it can be "Held"), and told myself it's gonna be worth it.
I ran another 2 steps before going, "Fuck it i need a drink.", I turned to run back the way i came only to start punching myself for not choosing a treadmill. Rationalising that i would need an ambulance if i ran 2 more steps i decided to walk the 2kms back to 7-11.
This jogging shit is too hard.
FUCK IT, i got a tummy, i can lose it, but you're still ugly.
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