Of sauna box and the salesman in disguise

More often than not, when I have so much things to do at a time like handling audit, completing reports, proof editing and etc, I'd naturally resort to blogging. And this entry is one of those. I'm supposed to get 6 translations done today but I'm on medical leave instead. I slept in, like until 4 pm, right after my 9am visit to the private clinic.

Dr Shukor the Horror

Which brought me to this entry. It was an exceptional doctor visit. Simply because for the first time ever, I was humiliated to the core of my being. His name is Dr Shukor of Klinik Fadzliana, at Equine Park. You might ask why was I on an mc? Due to my bad knee, of course. My demanding job required me to man the promotional booth for the past weeks and that somehow had worsen the condition of my knee, or so I thought. Not until I met Dr Shukor.

When I walked in, his first reaction was, "Oooii gemok nya" (Oh my you're so fat!) And at that instance the old me would have slammed the door or even worse threw something at his face, instead I was calm and with poise, sat down next to him and reasoned out.

Then he went on and on and on about me being so fat and heavy for my height and that I am so obese and made my knees cry. And with his hands trace-curving my body he said, 

"Awak ni tengok bahagian kepala bukan main cun tapi tengok badan, aduh hancur, hancur!" (When I look at your face, your beautiful but when I see you in full figure, it's a catastrophe!)

He even took out a calculator to count my BMI and showed me the numbers like centimeters away from my face, and no it doesn't stop there. He slapped his forehead mumbling, again and again, "Gemoknyer, gemoknyer"(So fat, so fat)

Yes, you read that right. You see, I've been told remarks about my obesity but not as harsh as Dr Shukor's words. He was demeaning, almost heartless I would cry but I did't (normally I would) I didn't because I know my knee injury was caused by an accident, not because of my weight and for the fact that I attempted to shed a few kilos by hitting the gym. No one can take that away from me. I have my efforts.

What tickled my ears though was the part when he recommended me to purchase a sauna box. He went on again with the most ridiculous advice, that I should put on 3 layers of clothing during exercise. Then he made a bias remark about me doing saunas in a gym, when he claimed that I'm at sin for showing my aurat to the other women hence I must get this sauna box and just do it at home.

But not all things that came from his mouth were poisonous,  I agreed when he advised me to get to a dietician pronto, as my Richard Gere look alike specialist had recommended initially. Oh well, I'd like to reap the benefit of dieting come Ramadhan. That's soon, no? At the moment, relapsing I may be in the kilos shedding department but I shall not stop trying. That I promise myself.

And you know what's funny? After all that extreme banters and condescending remarks on my body weight, I asked him,

"Mana nak dapat sauna box tu?" (Where can I get the sauna box?)

"Saya ada jual." (I'm selling them)

With that, I rest my case.

Make me mommy

Helloooooooo!

 See that please-pinch-my-cheeks bundle of joy? Oh I wish that's mine. But nope, she's my newborn niece. She's a munchkin. If she were to be a doughnut she'd be a peanut butter jelly. Excuse my gourmand reference to a human being, I can't help it, she's too cute she left me in diabetic coma.

Don't you just love babies? That endless powdery, after-bathe, lily scented smell of theirs would just throw you into bliss intoxication, no?

Just yesterday I put up a status on FB on how everyone seems to be pregnant and I'm happy for them. And I mean it. I'm happy for those who are granted by God to conceive a child and having the opportunity to raise a human being not only with tender, love and care but with full responsibility. Every pregnant couple deserves an applause as they are about to embark on a journey of self fulfillment; the pinnacle of bliss.

As for me the thing I look forward to about raising a child is how I would better myself, physically and soulfully.  Physically because I'd need the energy to care for my child, my husband and my household. Soul betterment as I want my child to look up to me as an idol, an exemplary in every good pursuits in her/his life.

Maybe I sound too ambitious, maybe this extravagant hope of mine has thrown me off the list of being a mom or maybe, it has not yet my rezeki to have one of my won. I much prefer the latter.

Thus, I have never stopped praying. Ceased I have may in the attempt department but the dream to conceive will always be there.

Oh so much for a quiet Thursday evening.


Ya Allah, my creator... please make me mommy. Ameen.

What will be will be

Hi readers.

I've been contemplating to just delete this blog of  mine due to the recent 'tsunami' that has hit my family. Strangely though, when I attempted it I simply could not. So, let's just say I'm still here but this blog will not narrate my TTC stories; but with God willing it'd be something else all together.

Anyways, on a different note yours truly have failed miserably in the training department due to bad knee. I accidentally injured my left knee and life has never been the same since. And living at an apartment with no elevator services does not help either. Now I just started my physiotherapy session. The only thing that I love so mmmmuch about my injury is of course, my orthopedic specialist. He's young but he dons the silver hair! Gorgeous! Ummmphh! Boy how I regret for not getting my pedicure done!

My very own Richard Gere

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And I freeze my gym membership. So the alternative to shedding those dreadful kilos is this 'thing'. To be honest I was coerced to purchase this set. A small tin like this here would last for 1 week and it fetched at RM144 so you do the maths. A 4-week-consumption won't get me anywhere, that I'm sure of. Anyhow, rather than not taking any measures, attempting this would at least make me feel better. I hope.

Help me

We'll see how things go.

I've just got to play the 'que sera sera' game this year as the dragon has been nothing but mean.

Till then. XOXO.

Much ado about nothing

La Pomme verte

Hello readers.

Quite dusty in here, I know... the reason being, yours truly was a little bit under the weather, and believe it or not, it all started because of this green apple.

You see guys, I was never a fan of green apples. I was told by a famous speaker that eating anything sour (inlcuding green apple) is not encouraged if you want to think sharply, hence I only eyed for red ones since. So in my bid to lose weight, I was advised by my trainer to indulge in green apples, so told that it expedites my metabolism and helps to decrease my crazy appetite for anything sweet. That afternoon, I went down to the campus's cafeteria to pack me some lunch which included green apple juice sans sugar and a green apple, which I picked from the drink maker's basket at the counter. It was a small one, no bigger than a toddler's fist. Then happily I walked to the cashier when snapped, the apple itself costs me RM2.30!

I purchased it anyway because the cashier was adamant and I, on the other hand was consumed by silent outrage. "How dare she... charging me an apple bud for RM2.30!" I thought. When I went back to my office, well of course I had to blast a post my Facebook's wall. Most agreed that the price was ridiculous.

And as reflex would have it, I complained to Hubs too. He, as usual had a different response.

"So, have you eaten the apple?" he asked. I said no. In fact my response was childish, "No, because I could buy a diamond ring with it"

"Eat it, trust me you'll feel good" he reassured.

That night, because I was so stressed out departing with my RM2.30 and due to my dissatisfaction towards the cafe operator, I induced myself a diarrhea, gastric and nausea. All at once. What came out in front simultaneously came out at the rear. Gross, I know. I skipped 3 training sessions because I literally couldn't stomach the pain but on top of everything else, I was still furious over my stupidity for purchasing the green apple.

As days went by, I put my reflection cap on. How trivial it was that I fussed over a little green apple that was in the first place, supposed to make me feel good about myself. Instead, the negative me perceived its price tag as a burden and brought myself down! How can I let myself succumbed to 230 cents?

Imagine if I hadn't fussed over the apple and just enjoyed the crunchy bits;

• I'd have not run down by fever, diarrhea and gastric
• I'd have lost calories by attending my training sessions, 600 calories at least!
• I'd have accomplished my weekend chores
• I'd felt good about myself!

My point is, I should have credited myself for letting the thought of savoring a green apple crossed my mind! That's a positive step towards healthy eating.

From this moment on, I must focus on what is right, and never bring myself down. And of course, I must avoid much ado about nothing. It's not worth it.

The green apple still sits nicely on my desk. Will surely enjoy it tomorrow, first thing in the morning.