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Friday, April 01, 2005

Fridays

It's Friday and I'm in hall. As usual.

I have loads to do but my brain AWOL today.
"No strenous activity today please!" it warns.

So I end up sitting at my table with the lights dimmed, the music playing, my fingers typing away. I'm indulging my senses - breathing in the sweetness of the lavender room spray and am almost tempted to move to the floor, sit cross-legged and start to go "ohmmmmmmmm".

Okay. Truth is, I'm not a follower of meditation. But hell, it's supposed to be the essential survival tool of the modern woman. And no choking please. I do see myself as one. So maybe it's good to start trying it. It's supposed to be energy-boosting, revitalizing and mentally rejuvenating (means I will be able to study better... what better reason...) . That is, once I succeed in overcoming falling asleep while trying to attain enlightenment.

I have made a pleasant discovery.

The waistband of my jeans are getting looser. Other than the possibility that my clothes are expanding, I am feeling a smaller waistline.

Though I am not on a crash diet, I do regularly complain that I need to lose some inches (note that I didn't say I want to lose weight). You would too if you were like me and had the body that puts on weight by the snap of fingers yet takes centuries to get it off.

I have found the perfect solution to a trimmer waist...

























Get busy.

Yes, it's that simple!
No pills, no starvation, no crazy workouts!

It really works, I tell you!

I have been so occupied with work and reports the past week I haven't got the time to even sit in front of the TV for a split second. And for me, watching tv without having something to munch is unbearable. So the omission of TV time = no more snacking. Because I simply don't have the time for that!

Meals are in smaller portions because
1. it'll be finished faster (time is money!!)
2. a hearty meal will make me sleepy and my efficiency will fall
3. the constant turning of the cogs in between my ears induces satiety. naturally.

Now I am beginning to like being a workaholic even more...

Muahahaha.....








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