I was going through some of the pictures that I had shot recently (ALL CRAP! URGHS!) when I realised that I hadn’t gone through these.
Back in May, we headed to YC’s apartment for brunch where he fed us with eggs, toast, champers and cheese. It was a lovely, delicious spread but we were really hungry after that. Mr Thick likes his meat, not just the by-products from nice animals like chickens and cows. We headed to Aston’s after leaving his place to feast on steaks. Mmm.
But it was fun! We must do this again soon.
Eggs and toastArray of cheeses Bubbly makes me happyAftermath
Looking through these pictures makes me realise how much I love my prime lens. And how I need to get used to the weight of Mr Thick’s 30D pronto, if I go ahead and buy the 60D to replace my trusty-but-sold 400D.
Every Thursday during lunch, I would go for my yoga lesson.
I love the mid-day break and the little snooze during meditation doesn’t hurt either.
But today was a little different: today, I brought along my own yoga mat.
It’s bright pink on one side and loud turquoise on the other.
And today, as I was in the lift going back to work, a nice, young man asked me, Is that a yoga mat?
I smiled and said, Yes, it is.
He returned the smile and said, Wow, it’s cool that you go for yoga during lunch.
I laughed and said something in jest.
And then he said, It must be working because you look really happy. Have a great day ahead.
As he got off the lift at the floor below mine, I thought for a moment and smiled.
Yes, I was happy.
Why?
I don’t know, I just was.
Like most men, food is the way to husband’s heart. He loves his food and well, looking at him, you can tell that he’s a man who enjoys eating and has been fed pretty well. Uh-hmm.
ANYWAY, I have been on his back to lose weight in the past 10 years but the dude just never seems to find the motivation. Despite his doctor telling him plainly that he needs to shed 20kg, he has remained largely ambivalent, which just drives me – the thin one in the equation, of course – absolutely nuts. He would sign up for 10km runs, telling himself that he would train for the race. The end result, as we can guess, is that he doesn’t train for the runs and winds up dragging his Xkg heft across the finishing line in pain.
This time, though, the ammunition seems to be enough to get his ass fired up and running. Firstly, the endocrinologist that he is seeing has said Dude, you gotta lose weight. And since we are paying so much money to see a specialist, we would be damned fools for not listening to what he has to say. Secondly, poor husband was made fun of by his eldest brother at a family lunch one Sunday. Over fried and oily dim sum, my brother-in-law pointed out the fact that he is six years older than husband and probably five times fitter. Which, unfortunately, is the truth.
And the feather on the cap? I went ahead and bought a Couch to 5k app on his iPhone. Granted, I bought it using his credits. But no, there really is no excuse for him to not do anything. Look, a 9-week programme to get you to run 5km without stopping! It’s all on your iPhone! Which you fiddle with every other minute! And it can work with your Nike+!
It must have worked because this morning, at 630 in the morning, he rolled off the bed, bade me a sleepy goodbye and went for a run.
Yay!
Lesson learnt: you have to talk geek to a geek.
Of course, now that I have put this up in the public domain, he has one more reason to keep chugging at this.
I’ve been missing in action for a while now, I know. Oh, there’s tonnes that I want to write about, everything’s buzzing in my brains. But this time, it wasn’t important to put everything down online, it wasn’t important to preserve the memories in words. It was more important, instead, for me to focus my energies on doing what needs to be done
Well, what’s done is done but it’s not over yet. No siree, it ain’t over till the fat lady sings. The road is still long and I don’t know when we will ever get there. It’s tiring, it’s maddening and it’s taking up too much of my mental bandwidth.
And yet I persist. Sometimes, I wonder why.
But I am thankful for the company that I keep on this journey. You know who you are: the constant sharing; the encouragement and positivity that you have bestowed upon me when I can’t find a glimmer of light in the sky; the way we laugh and turn sad things into funny things; the support that I had needed when things go awry.
Am I talking in circles? Yes, I suppose I am. One day, I will tell the story. When I am ready. When it’s time. Eventually.
I love this song, I love her soulful voice, I love the raw emotion.
Yannisms 