Highlights of my Day... Tuesday, January 22

1. Strolled into the Cheonan Trump's swanky office tower today that just ozzes with luxury and screams "MONEY!!!". We haven't really talked lately and today he called me, asking me to come visit him, and so I did. He bombarded me with flattery, like usual, asked me if I'd reconsider being his girlfriend (ongoing inside joke there), and asked me a million and one questions.

2. After some time, it was time for me to leave. I had to get going to boxing but as I turned to bow and say farewell, he took hold of my hand and place a white envelop in it. I knew it was money but I didn't know why he was giving it to me, nor did I know what to say. I tried to refuse it but he insisted, saying that it was "fight money" and that if I won, there would be more. I tried to joke it off, telling him that if he kept this up, I definitely wouldn't need my university job, but the truth is, I felt uncomfortable receiving such a large amount of money from him.

3. My so-called not-so-secret admirer has gained confidence and today ventured into actual physical touch. I had just stepped out of the ring from doing pad work with Junior Mint when he stepped up, grabbed my gloves and then bowed to me, bringing his forehead down on my gloves. He said it was for "luck"... I don't believe in luck. I believe in hard work, self-dedication and heart. Luck is for those who think their lack of preparation will still earn them success.

4. Training was awesome today and I thank my clean eating for that... totally! Mind ya, jumping on the scale today wasn't so cool. I tell ya, if there's ever such a brutal discourager for gym-goers, it'd be getting weighted-in everyday. I hate it, seriously. I arrive at my boxing gym, strip down to my bare essentials (well, not quite) in the freezing club and step up on the scale for all to see. Then, if that wasn't brutal enough, Junior Mint than shouts out from across the room, asking me how much I weigh today. And, of course, I have to respond.

5. The store owner at the GS 25 store in my building knows me as "Sports Girl" and he's always asking me questions about my training but today he had a good chuckle at me after I returned from buying a water bottle. I just couldn't twist off the cap... my fists hurt that much, seriously. My left hand isn't so bad but my right hand is pretty much my handicap outside of boxing. Even grasping my pencil hurts.

6. Q insists that I should go to the hospital to see about my hand, but why I ask. Regardless of what they prescribe or claim, I'm sure "take a break from boxing" will be included in their words and well, I can't afford to take a break.... no pain, no gain... right?! Well, if that's the case then well my friend, I am definitely going to gain a hell of a lot!!!

7. The curse of the walking ajjumas apparently lingered around in the gym, waiting for me and so when I went running late in the evening, they were there! Two of them.

8. Much to my surprise... very much to my surprise, one of the walking ajjumas befriended me by saving me a treadmill; I was shocked. She waved me over, said "Hello" and then off we went, burning calories together on the treadmill... hehehe. Good times, lots of sweat.

9. I figure if I'm going to continue being deprived such luxurious as the average person cause of my diet, and by luxuries here I mean common things like milk, bread, coffee, and so on, I figure that what limited things I am allowed to have I am going to have the best of. So from now on, I only do my grocery shopping at Galleria... it's the luxury food store, as Q says.

10. I'd love to kill my diet, seriously. Every day I walk by an average of three bakeries and breathe in the smell of their freshly baked rolls and cookies.... ahhhh, so nice. I eye the coffee shop and check out their new flavors but only indulge in their coffee once a week and that's only cause I get tutored at a coffee shop. I trace the freezer packed with ice cream in the stores and dream of days when we'll reunite... hehehe. Ah, food.... I envy those who can freely eat what they're stomach desires. I can't even eat my Lucky Charms cereal.. and that's killing me, seriously. The other day I found myself having more than a fair share of Lucky Charms and so I gave up my Lucky Charms to Q.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Why won't my 5kg just leave me?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
I never worry about diets. The only carrots that interest me are the number you get in a diamond.
-- Mae West