At Ease with Myself...

It's taken a while, but I'm finally at peace with being myself.

Loosely translated, I am no longer obsessed with my weight, or how my arms jiggle when I wave goodbye, or that my thighs "kiss" when I sit down. :P

I've realized that should I continue to be unhappy, I will never be able to live my life, if I'm always worried about how I look or how people see me. I would guess that age plays an important factor where being at peace with one's self is concerned. It would be immature to still worry about the little things even as you sit and contemplate turning a ripe age of 35, for instance.

It takes a lot before you reach that stage of loving yourself as is, and the after-effects can be quite pleasantly surprising.

For one, I seem to be attracting younger men... which is funny, since I had no luck with men when I was in my 20s, only much older men. And now that I'm in my thirties, I've got guys looking like they've just graduated college, check me out or even flirt outwardly. I've got to be doing SOMETHING right if that's happening! LOL!

At the moment, the one right thing I am doing is taking care of myself. Yes, I got a personal trainer at the gym, and I've been spending more time at the gym lately than I have at home, in bed. The goal is to have buckets more energy so that I can better enjoy my holidays, especially where lots of walking and exploring are to be had. I also need to make sure that the ticker keeps on ticking and that I don't become a walking time bomb ever since my dad's heart attack. They say your risk is higher once you have one parent with the disease.

My singular goal is to be strong and healthy enough that I can last the distance on a daylong hike, or very close to it. If I end up looking like Jennifer Hudson after she went on Weight Watchers, well that's just a big fat plus. ;) But I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't matter if I lost two dress sizes, because it would be the icing on my oh-so-much-healthier cake. :)

But I'd be damned if I have to follow a strict diet to whittle down, because I still eat what I want, only a little less than even my previous usual helpings. And whatdyaknow... I'm still dropping kilos! :D

It's amazing what happens when you start loving and accepting yourself more... just the way you are.

The After Effects of the Red Tide's Visit to Malaysia

What an experience!
The chance of seeing Liverpool Football Club play a live match on its maiden visit to Malaysia was simply one that no fan could miss, and I surely didn’t!
Sure, watching Dirk Kuyt ply his trade like a workhorse on the pitch, and Jamie Carragher crack the whip look like ants on the pitch from where my family and I were sitting, but at least I can say I was at a Liverpool game!
And the Malaysian supporters – oh how I love them all – sure made the team feel like they were home, albeit with higher temperature readings on the thermometer and elevated humidity levels. One would be fooled into thinking one was actually at Anfield, minus the white faces and mostly smiling Asian ones with their hearts on their sleeves, swelling with love and pride for the team they support with a wild passion.
And the smile on Carra’s face was enough of a reason as to why I LOVE Liverpool Football Club. The mutual adoration, admiration and appreciation for the fans who love him, Stevie G (who was not in KL, sadly) and the rest of the team, shone like a beacon (if not , blared never more loudly than when sounds of “You’ll Never Walk Alone” was heard sung among the Red faithful at every opportunity) all throughout their visit.
Now I know for SURE that a visit to ANFIELD is at the top of my bucket list.

The Red Tide Are Arriving...

In about three hours' time, the Red Tide aka Liverpool FC, will be touching down on Malaysian soil.

They've never been to KL as far as I can remember, and I CANNOT wait to see them in person, albeit about 100ft away, on July 14, when we get to watch them train for their friendly match against the Malaysian National team on July 16.

I'm ecstatic!! :D Have loved LFC since I was little and to finally get to see them in the same time zone, and on home turf is an absolute dream come true!!

More pics to come...

The Younger Boy, Older Girl syndrome

I need to get this off my chest!

I'm confused... NO, I'm perplexed, yes that's the word - perplexed, at current events surrounding the gym I go to, and one particular person that works there.

The story begins like this:
I signed up for personal training sessions with a trainer, and for 20 days, I spent 1 hour each time with my trainer, to improve on my fitness. In the beginning, this other trainer liked to visit whenever one of our sessions are on. He started off playing the professional, giving additional advice, and encouraging me.
Then he got comfortable enough with me to take jabs during my workouts, and slowly, but very subtly, he began flirting with me. Yes, it was flattering, and fun. I was always good at flirting, so the attention was welcomed.

Today, he touches me (innocently, of course) whenever he has a chance, and had even asked me out on an excursion.

I've enjoyed the attention so far, but now I'm a little unsure as to whether this is just harmless flirting all round or if there's more to it. Oh, did I mention that he claims to have a girlfriend?? Yes, according to him. So of course, I can't look more into this than what it really is, which is him being flirty/friendly... or all of the above.

As much as I enjoy the attention, I'm also a little old fashioned and prefer my men to be older. :D I have a good 12 years on this guy!! A whole decade and then some!

A cougar I am not!!