Something needs to be done..

..about my weight..

Yea yea..i know i've been blogging about my ever-increasing weight ever since i came over to UK..but this time i'm serious..VERY serious..as serious as Bush is about sending aid to New Orleans..

There've been 2 moments in time over the past 2 days which made me determined more than ever to go on a diet..

zxlworld-shattering moment 1 - i walked past a shop the other day & caught a glance of my side view..gasp!! did i just see a small tummy staring back from the reflection?? yes, i know for a fact tat my waistline has been expanding..since my jeans & shorts were getting tighter..but a tummy??!!!

i dun claim to have a 6-pack when i was back in Sg..but my abs or rather, abdominal area, was still acceptably flat..no way this offending protuding piece of flesh(or fats) is gonna gain PR status on my body..1 mth visitor's visa at the very most..after which, it must disappear from my sight..forever..

zxlworld-shattering moment 2 - i paid 10 pounds(!) to go to the gym today..it was usually 8 pounds cos i always went wif fish, who's a member..but today i went alone & it was 10 pounds!! shocking enuf for me to spew ¬!"£$%^&* but tat's still not the earth shattering news for the day..

In fact, it was the final 5 secs of this gym visit tat jolted the life out of me..it goes like this :

countdown 5 sec - press button

4 sec - remove shoes

3 sec - take a step

2 sec - beep

1 sec - 3 digits flashed on the monitor..this is followed by a loud thud *zxl fainted*

Wat do u know? I've gained a grand total of 5kg(!!!) over these 3 months..whoever betted i've put on 5 kg..well well, congrats to u(reminder to self : find out if such a pax exists & then, sever all ties wif her) It may not seem like a lot but hey, it's almost 10% of my total(original) weight..



Extra extra!

Some of u might have already known by now(thanks to the multiplier effect)..i've just gotten a new image..cheapo me was shopping for the cheapest hairdresser & found one whose signage says '7.50 - 12 pounds for a haircut'..& so i went in..

I was immediately ushered to a chair by this italian guy, towel wrapped round me..& this conversation ensued :

(spore accent) : 'erm..just a trim..same pattern please'

(italian accent): 'how short u want'

'just take an inch off'

'oh, u want ur hair to be one inch long'

'nono! just trim one inch'

'okok, no problemo'

& then the shaver went to work..

Since i dun wear my glasses when i cut my hair, i can't really see wat was going on.. the 'zzz' sound went on for quite some time & i was getting a tad worried..not once did he change to using the scissorss & this usually means bad news..

Next thing i know, he led me to wash my hair(& i dun usually do tat)..it wun be so bad if it was those 'spa-kind' of treatment..no lor, it was more of like 'splash-scrub-splatter'..& i ended up with soapy water all over my face..

As if the shaver is not enuf, he actually used a blade(those for ah peks leh) to 'scrape' my sideburns clean..dun like >.< i like some hair on my sideburn one..

When he's finally done, i put on my glasses.. @_@! Definitely shorter than wat i bargained for..& the back of my head..really left with one inch of hair..

'Tat will be 9.50 pounds please'

'Isn't it 7.50'

'7.50 without wash, with wash 9.50'

'....................'

Oh well..at least this hair cut should be able to last me more than a month..