February 2, 2015

After working out with a trainer  for a good part of the last ten months, I am almost, almost, at the weight I had targeted to reach for Ming’s wedding. Almost two months after the fact, yes, but hey, better late than never, right?Once again, I am singing praises of the fit life. Even though it annoys me when I see people on social media, especially those in their twenties posting pictures of themselves in their gym togs with not an ounce of fat anywhere.

The sad truth is that I was one of those twenty somethings with not an ounce of fat on me. And, man has it taken a long time to get down to doing something about getting fit again.

So for the last ten months, from ‘I’m not a morning person’ to three times a week with my trainer. From dragging myself out of bed slightly after the crack of dawn to bouncing up just a little before my alarm rings. From doing only what I have to do and no more, puffing and panting in the process and having to lie down after, to extra cardio, interval running and lately yoga and RPM.

Ten months later I am halfway to my goal weight. And more than that, I feel great, but I really miss eating cake.

So I told my trainer on Friday. I said, “You know what? I really miss eating cake. ”

And he said, “Please eat cake! Every weekend, go and eat cake. ”

Maybe I’ve carried things a little bit too far, depriving myself of desserts. Perhaps a moderate amount of cake or ice cream needn’t be completely out of bounds. I went to my favourite cake place that night and sadly, they had closed down. (Cruel twist of fate.) But on Sunday, I had scones. It was really & truly satisfying. Maybe this will be my new routine, celebrating being fitter with cake every weekend.

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