Trivial Nonsense Not Worth Reading.

I'm one day shy of a full month hiatus from blogging. Not that I declared any hiatus. God, I feel so inarticulate. I'll just babble incessantly and rant incoherently through this medium, an act so strangely foreign for some reason. Anyway, I actually managed to get my lazy fat ass downstairs for a jog. Let's just pretend that I jogged for more than half an hour non-stop, completed many rounds, and overall, had a satisfying workout. =) Oh who am I kidding. I hate jogging. I'd rather cycle Ubin twice, roller blade ECP three times, swim 50 laps than jog. So I did sprints and walks. More of the latter. But whatever. I'm in serious need of an exorcism. Be gone sloth demon! Even my brother can attest to how lazy I am. Last night, while I was in the middle of watching How I Met Your Mother, my brother came into my room and said, "Hey! Let's go for a run!". I ignored him. "Stop being so lazy! Let's go for a run! 4 km. Let's just follow the park connectors.". The thing is, I was already settled on my bed in such a comfortable position, I could not bare to move much because that would mean a lot of fidgeting and adjusting later. "Come on! Let's go!" I turned to him and glared, "You asking me to move?" He gave me that i-can't-believe-i-have-the-sloth-queen-as-my-sister. I was not the least bit ashamed. Then he something, something so purely evil. "You're growing fat.". And that was it. I put on my running shoes. Dashed downstairs. Outran my brother twice then faced him with a smug expression. Ha. The events I've transcribed may have happened to another me in an alternate universe but what really happened last night was I simply said "You too" and went back to finishing my show. =) Guilt and invisible peer pressure then accumulated in my sleep which induced me to wake up early and exercise a bit. Sigh. But it is true. I need to lose this subcutaneous fat. But I hate running, and running is the only thing that is free, convenient and can be done on your own. Everything else require traveling, payment or company. Shucks. I'm the most undisciplined dieter in history because of the fact that I'm ruled by random cravings. I love food too much to develop any eating disorder. And I don't have enough motivation to be determined lose weight. I'm not exactly obese. No medical reasons. Self motivation is bullshit because I'm too lenient with myself. I don't have any guy to impress. And I'm now so good at nonchalantly shrugging "whatever" to any you-gained-weight comments. GAH. Know what? Screw it. Only vanity can save me and save me it will. I think. 

 

I think I just wasted your few precious minutes if you actually read this.