I'm weakening mentally (I give in too easily) and physically (as a result of the giving in). Ever since that episode with London Weight Management (LWM) last weekend, I got a tad paranoid with my body. The "good" agents of LWM called me out of the blue and told me I was entitled to a free body treatment session. How they managed to get my contacts I have no clue. I told them I don't need a free session, but they insisted that I grab the opportunity even though I weighed 54 kg at 170 cm for my height. Out of curiosity I went to check out what they're up to. To cut the long story short, I walked out of the place WITHOUT trying the free session. I didn't want to after listening to the consultant who didn't use any device to conduct the body check but solely her eyes. I politely declined the offer.
NOTE: Today, I received another call but this time from Mary France Bodyline. Gosh, what's with this people and the slimming programs? How they got my contact details remained a mystery.
From that moment onward, I got paranoid. Well, initially I wasn't affected but now I am. Why? Because the consultant who instructed me to strip leaving only my underwear, told me I'm overweight. (I was like, what?) That I'm "flabby". (OK...) That I'm dark-skinned and my skin tone is uneven. (I walk a lot outdoors as part of my exercise regime, you know.)
Now it got me thinking. Whatever the hell happened to my muscles? I need to fix this. I need to work harder than before. I need a stronger resolve to resist bad foods and re-embrace the good stuff. Will I be able to resist coffee or at least cut down the intake? I need to work it (I've laid out my weekly workout routine).
I'm going to have to BRING IT if I want to go from soft to hard. I don't want to be super hard but a "chiseled marshmallow" sounds good. OK, I'll name this quest Project Chiseled Marshmallow.
P/S: Char kuey teow, fried beehoon, fried rice, fried fish, cakes, cookies... BE GONE! *groans*