23rd
thurs
woke up. got up. skipped breakfast again. it works a lot better this way. no nausea or anything during/post-workout. cycling was good. i’ve been turning up the resistance these past few days, so i’m feeling the soreness. i can’t do the bike push-ups as well anymore. my endurance is hindered by the soreness of days past.
lessee…50 pick-pockets, showered @ school, 25 tricep dips, couple shitty pushups…went to the library to return chinese cds. read the rest of that GoodHousekeeping article about griping less. i was disappointed by her conclusion: that complaining is fine/ human nature/ a way to establish rapport/ part of her personality and that it made her depressed. i was hoping that a complaint-free me would be possible, but i definitely see the same thing that happened to her, happening to me. built up frustration and feeling helpless and resentful, compromising with no gains on your end.
so, i stayed at the sg library a little while. read glamour. made some calls about the carpool to sd. i’m going w/ t.h. on saturday morning.
home. a peach. fole’s leftover roe/ jasmin brown rice/ leftover sampan green curry. mmm….i felt so full after i finished, but i swear i’m hungry again. it’s been like, 10 minutes.
a black sesame popcicle (90 cal), mango sherbet mochi (85), and green tea (100). so little, but good. could’ve probably done without though. could’ve had 2 more pops for the same calories. read latest issue of maxim (joanna krupa) while i had the rest of the bag of slivered almonds. some were good. others…not so good. then i had like, 18 prunes. i’m very gassy and my stummy is going crazy. shutup, stomach! (punches stomach) not really.
i spent the past few hours on Typing Maniac and Waka Waka. facebook is a cruel mistress. Should go to bed soon.
