So fit and yet so fat?

Well here comes one of my frankly quite infrequent entries, and its just because its a weekend and I'm stuck on duty that I have enough time to actually write something properly... For despite the fact that new medics have arrived at the medical centre, the bulk of the duties are still being done by the more experienced medics (i.e Lao Jiaos). The fact that my moods have been on a roller coaster ride depending on the sucess (or the lack of it) of my favourite baseball team did not exactly get me in the mood to write. But thank heavens ESPN is now showing baseball again!

Well I have been looking at myself in the mirror recently and I find that while I may not have girls going all gaga over me, I consider myself to be at least decent looking. Unfortunately though, while going through some of the photoes that I have taken with my gang, I have noticed that my face has grown fat, and though my clothes tend to hide it, so has my stomach. The unfortunate effects of being a service medic that is overworked and without sufficient time or motivation to be trim and fit.

It has not always been like this. During my Basic Military Training, my weight went all the way from 76.5kg to 69.0kg, thanks in no small part to some tender loving torturing from my most affectionate instructors. Following that though I was posted to 1 Guards, and being fit there is a matter of pride since virtually everyone there keeps themselves in fighting trim, and running 10km every other day is a matter of course. The slide however begin when I was posted to the service units in Stagmont and then Nee Soon. There was just no motivation there since the work there is already a very heavy burden and you only look forward to booking out and ogling at girls... Furthermore, despite the fact that I am hardly considered atheletic, I am one of the fittest personnel in my current unit.

So while I am considered to be fat, in some ways I have not felt the impact of it since I am still considered fit among my peers. And since I am not coming into contact with female friends as often as I do back in my schooling days, I am content with looking at girls instead of them looking at me. From what I've heard, I would also not get any rewards for getting a silver or a gold for my fitness test due to my physical status, giving me even less motivation.

Shall I just give in to the loser inside of me? Never!

But who am I joking? I am very much still in the same situation, no new motivation has appeared, except the RJ girl I found living near me... (maybe I should try to know her...), and perhaps with my second year fitness window oppening and the burning desire of my vain self to show the rest of the medics in my medical centre fow a real medic should be I would get myself in shape. Unlikely to work though, since they are not the least bothered by how well or lousy I do in the fitness test.

But I may do it for YOU! Just let me know for what... and I'll think about it.

P.S: It would do wonders if you happen to be a really chio girl!

Quote of the day

"The argument that making contraceptives available to young people would prevent teen pregnancies is ridiculous. That's like offering a cookbook as a cure to people who are trying to lose weight."

-Jerry Falwell