just like me

you know you havent exercised for a rly damned long time when you ache like crazy after an hour of stretching, rolling, leg-lifting, modified situps, breathing exercises, and lots more.
i came back frm pilates class feeling like i've run 16 km, done several hundred pushups, and not rested at all
my only consolation is my imagination of all those fats (bakwa, pineappletarts, candies) slowly eliminating themselves
or giving a pat on my own back by telling myself tt im juz that inch closer to my perfect waistline.


but that hour passed rather quickly. you know, it was fun
torturing ourselves in vividly hilarious positions, exchanging pained smiles with one another trying to hold still in those awkward states..
but all knowing that its for the betterment of our figure and extermination of fats
it was fun, because you didnt have to think about anything.
in that hour, all we did was to listen, comprehend the instructions, and do it.
it was nice, not having to think.
thinking's fine. but over-thinking.. now thats a sin.

how i wish i can get away from all of this... right now.

hey, at least the kid thinks penguins are funny too. just like me.