Week 1, Day 1

Well, I started early... by having a good walk after the necessary stretching. Lasted for 10 minutes, until I felt that the intensity needed to be increased. So it became a slow jog for the twenty minutes.

I didn't really do any weights training or muscular strengthening exercises, as I didn't really have the time, but hey, I did walk right?

The morning workout really works. The activity got me going for the whole morning, until just before lunch. After that, it's a lethargic, but it's still manageable. Besides, I had 7 hours of sleep before then, so there's no excuse.

I realised that out that the Army Unit I am currently now at, CCO Movement-Transport Line, has finally advocated some sort of healthy lifestyle.

Now, on every monday,wednesday and friday, Our superiors will be letting us exercise from 4 in the afternoon until the standard fall-out time of 5.30pm.

It's a good way to promote sports. Besides, we wouldn't have to do shit work for 1/4 of the day! heh heh.

The sergeants grouped us into the combat-fit and non-combat-fit. Well, I was thinking about being garang and all that, but, after some time, I think that if they had another extra exercises for any upcoming Fitness Test, I would be dragged in. That, might even hinder the exercise plan I already had in mind.

So I admitted my old ligament injury. While I will still be forced to exercise, I just have to walk for 30 minutes, unlike the unluckily (or is it?) fit ones who have to jog.

And I was right. A chin-up regime was carried out, and followed by a jog.

After which, we had some games until the time is up. Strange but true, but why are the unfit were participating in basketball and soccer? Some gathered to talk about this, and it nearly boiled the internal politics the next day.

As I was walking for a refill of water, I saw a warrant officer (Bloody Old Botak Ah Pek) taking a glance at my Nike Kneeguard on my right Knee.

BOBAP: What happened to your leg?
Me: Ligament Tear, Sir.
BOBAP: Well then, is it okay?
Me: (shakes head in resign) No, sir.
BOBAP: Then does it hurt?
Me: Well..... Yes. Sir.
BOBAP: Then it could mean you might not be able to drive.

I got a little shocked. So it is true. Any injury that takes place and still gives the silght hint of hindering a driver's ability, is automatically discriminated upon.

It is understandable. Our unit only gives a single chance to drivers. After seeing countless people being relegated to mere storeman or regimental policeman (read: standing lazy guardsman), I have come to terms that I might hit a snag in my driver vocation.

Argh... why did I confess my injury at a time like this?

Anyways, on to the workout.
The chin up with assisted weights was too "Siong" for me to handle, seeing that after 17 plates of iron supporting me, I could manage 12 at first, 8 next, and 3 last.

Not good....

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Week 1, Day 1
Six Meals
Walking/Jogging 30 minutes
Walking 30 minutes
Assisted Chin Up 12reps/8reps/3reps
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Week 0 and side comments..

Alright.... next week onwards... will be a start of a dramatic new lifestyle, new food regime, new exercises...

This week was quite a killer. Psychologically, my mind has been telling me up to now, that a diet is imminent and will stay for a long time. So I sort of "comforted" it by eating on stuff that I'll really miss out for a long time... like the infamous BK Whopper?

Ah... BK, can still remember the time I gulped down a meal-for-two after a brief visit to the physio... Oh man...

Right... After searching on the Net for some answers to my problems, opinions and professional advice alike, I finally came up with a plan.

For this 26 weeks to come, I will intensify my exercise, and food discipline.

Here we go...

Week 0 Summary:

Weight : 108kg (Yes, I agree it's getting bad...)
Height 1.83m
BMI: 33.34 (Guess I'm back with the morbidly obese ppl. 26 and below is my target!)

Drink habits have been quite bad, with the fact that meals at the cookhouse are REALLY a different contrast from my own camp's cookhouse (was at another camp, Sembawang Camp, for a vehicle mantainence course.)

And Walking around with a fieldpack is quite stupid, so everyday, I carry a plastic bag to camp (It's a stayout course weee!!!!). For these two weeks, I just have this craving to try out the new stuff around in the canteen, and with soft drink machines all around, my diet was... drastically changed... and chances of going for seconds (if the cookhouse food is good) is close to 100% if my colleagues wished to skip their meals...

Mobility wise, my 1500ml water bottle is too big. If I opted to stay in, it would be a different matter, but i swear by the book that NSFs like me ain't gonna do that... unless the camp's in the east and you live in the west.

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Now on to my plan for the next 26 weeks.

Target: to lose 1 kg a week. (that's 26 kg in total) If lose extra during that week, doesn't count. but if lose less than target, tweak exercise plan.

Meal regime: To be divided into six meals. That would be great... to be able to eat breakfast, morning tea break, lunch, afternoon tea, and dinner!!! woohoo! :-)

But... For breakfast, lunch and dinner, servings to be halved.

To drink at least a litre of plain water for meals.

Exercise Regime: Include 30mins of walking/jogging in the wee hours of the morning everyday. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, to include 3 sets of 12 pushups, 3 sets of 12 squats, 3 sets of heel raises.

Alright... On to week 1!!!!

First Depressing Post

Well, Here I am, writing a new blog...

Why this?

I guess that after my initial adventure in losing weight during BMT in NS, I have lost about 15 kg from, 115 to 99kg.. I thought I could go on with my weight losing regime, by continuing my diet without carbohydrates, and static 2BX of push ups and crunches.

Nope, it didn't work at all... The weight hovered at around the same level...

Then I got posted in this new unit that really, really advocates laziness, tuang-ing (hiding from doing shit work). And the real reason why drivers gain back their weight (or even more) after their stint in BMT.

Then I had this minor knee surgery that put me out of exercise. And when I have nothing to do in my free time, I play computer games. Together with the fact that I have bandages covering my two holes in my knee, I guess I have not been moving around for quite a bit. Well, 24/7 for two weeks?

Then there is this big pasar malam in my neighbourhood, and occasional trips to the physio and the doctors to change the dressings meant an occasional Ramly Burger, or any other staple awailable in the market. You know, Taiwan sauages, imitation Taiwan XL Chicket Cutlets, and all that. Making trips out every other day equates to... you know what I mean...

After that, it has been a month since I left Pulau Tekong. When my weight tipped over to 105, I realised, I had to do something. Jogging for 30 minutes every day, doing 5BX when everyone else is happily sleeping until half an hour before reporting time.

Got accused of disappearing from fellow drivers, but what's the point of telling them I'm exercising? They'll surely laugh. So I got up with an excuse of having to poo for a long period of time.

This thing went on for a week, until I got in for a new course. Posted to a new camp, the environment was very different. Home to the naval divers, a whole bunch of crazily fit people, I got very left out. Thus, once again I joined the ranks of the lethargic driver trainees...

I looked myself in the side mirror of my servicing land rover during tea break. I think I saw myself growing a double chin. Wait... I think it's really a double chin.

The illusions of doing nothing and mantaining my weight are seriously going away. Today alone, I ate a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast. Alright that's ok enough. Wait til I get to lunch.

Lunch: Rice with sausages, curry veg, grilled chicken, and 4 bananas... AND

a plate of Mee Goreng with extra egg.

Tea Break: 3 cans of soft drinks, 2 cans of milo... scary no? And I'm still so glee about it.

Dinner: The temptation of fast food was getting to me, and to think the day before, I nearly bought a beef prosperity meal at Mac's together with the twist fries and coke.

Settled for KFC's 2pc chicken meal, with a bun, coleslaw and mashed potato. If that's is all, I guess I'm perfectly wrong...

I had dinner of rice and a generous slice of pork chop.

By then, I realised I binged on quite a lot today.

But I have not included the two times of 1000 calorie servings of lunch I had the last few days... Whoops.

All these made me come to an conclusion: I have to start losing weight NOW. Starting next week, when I get back to my old camp, and get working on myself...

Well, I do want to make this public, but somehow, if someone other than me gets into this page, well I don't really mind you. Better yet, it's a miracle that you made it here even though I'm trying to make this as low profile as possible.

But (hahaha, I've always wanted to do this.)....

*waves hand *Shoo, Shoo.