Big Breakfast

Starting the day right is very important as it's gonna determine if you're gonna be in a foul mood or chirpy like a bird. How it was during the night is one thing, how you gonna start the day is another.

As a mother, recently I had nights of horror whereby my daughter won't sleep but play with me til the wee hours. 3~4 am and I'm awake with matchsticks supporting my eyelids to stay open. It's been difficult to wake up in the morning for me but I still needed to get up to attend to my daughter. YES! She still wakes up early despite the late night!

So there I was, feeling foul and hungry from the long night of empty stomach. For a woman, no sleep and hunger is the worst combination EVER! Luckily, those few mornings, I had my hubby/family to bring me out for breakfast. Normally, if I'm home alone with my gal, I just grab whatever that is in the fridge, eg: scramble eggs or cup of Milo+crackers or cereal with milk. Nothing to shout about and obviously those kind of mornings, I'm super grumpy.

However, the past few mornings have been wonderful. Dimsums for breakfast, a super filling and tasty meal that got me happy and satisfied. Hakka Mee with pork and vege as side dishes. Big American breakfast and unlimited refills of coffee. These meals got me up and going all day long and I was barely hungry during lunch.

Unlike those normal day's breakfast, I snacked less and ate lesser as the day progress. I guess the theory of "Eat Breakfast like a King, Lunch like a Prince and Dinner like a Pauper" works! I hope this will continue to help me LOSE FAT OR DIE TRYING!

Big American Breakfast

Yummy Dimsums

Reaching Your Limit

Ever felt that you can't do it anymore and you want to stop? Then someone (training partner/trainer) just motivates you and then suddenly you felt that surge to push it! However, how many times can you push yourself? When do you really reach your limit? I know someone once said the sky's the limit but surely you reach the limit at some point then you surpass that limit another day. So how do you know?

After my first Freeletics session that day, I felt a sudden surge of excitement to try out other routines. Hubby suggested Metis which is the "easiest". So there I was, eager to start the next day. Then my daughter decided to stick close and cry several times that night. Panda eyes and super tired, I was still out and about town as I had some errands to run. Also, it was the weekend, my "freedom" day from prison week. So by evening, I was already out of energy from my needy girl and desperate to sleep.

However, my hubby as my motivator and training partner, "pushed" me to exercise instead. He said that if I skip this time, I'll skip the next and the one after that. With these words, I mentally told my tired body to "PUSH" it! So there I was, tired and sleepy, started to do the routine. As I progress through the workout, I realised that I've never done high jump before and didn't know how to do it exactly. It always looked easy when my hubby did it but I just stood there stumped. I asked my hubby to demonstrate but I didn't get it as my brain was already half down from lack of sleep. I tried and I didn't get it right. My knee started to hurt really bad when I did it but I ignored it and scrape through the first 10.

Round 2 of the routine progressed pretty slowly but I continue to push on with my hubby's motivation. Then the high jump came. I still couldn't do it right and I felt like I was at my limit. I was getting more and more agitated and my anger was growing. I started to shout at my hubby to demonstrate to me again and shout further to ask if I'm doing it right yet. I was determined to finish this "EASY" routine and I was not gonna quit! I kept trying but I still didn't get it and then I snapped! I got really, really angry and screamed at my motivator. Eventually, I got it and I pushed myself to finish the 25 reps.

I finished Round 2 but I broke down and cry. I was in pain, I felt upset that I can't do the last round. I felt disappointed and cried like a big baby. My knees hurt, hands felt like it's sprained, muscles ache like I've never felt before. Hubby who pushed me on earlier immediately said, "There's a difference between tired and pain. Stop if it really hurts." I just kept crying and it really hurt. I was regretting that I exercised instead of resting my tired body and sleepy mind. My body and my pride hurt. I didn't finish the "EASY" Metis. I had reached my limit.

So now I know when it is my limit. It's when it hurts. When no matter what anyone says, you just can't do it anymore. I would be in killer mode. If someone asks me to do 1 more, I would kill that person. This session taught me to say no to my training partner. I should have told my hubby I'm much too tired and would injure myself if I do push it. Some of you probably say that I pushed my limit! However, pushing this limit has rendered me to suffer in pain. My daughter suffers too as her beloved caretaker is down and incapable of caring for her.

So next time you intend to push your limit, think of the consequences. Is it worth it? I had reached and pushed my limit but at a cost that I wasn't willing to pay. Having said that, this doesn't mean I've given up. I would make better judgment next time and to push or not to push, that is the question. So continue to LOSE FAT OR DIE TRYING!

PS: I "died" this time. LOL!

My First Freeletics Session

Just went for my first Freeletics session in Seremban. How was it? Let's say, for a beginner like me, I didn't do the whole thing, just the tip of the iceberg.

More and more Freeletics sessions are popping all over Malaysia and there's one in my own hometown Seremban. So on a nice Friday evening, we went to the popular park, S2 park. We parked a distant away and jogged our way there.

My initial plan was to go for a nice run while my hubby joins this Freeletics group but as we approach, there was a friend whom we've not met for a long time. They had already started the session. So as we chit chat and hubby joins in, I was contemplating to join or just go for a nice run. I saw these 2 ladies doing their best and the competitiveness in me just kicked in. So I asked my hubby what's the workout and stepped right in! They were doing Aphrodite and the part I dread most was not the burpees but the situp as I still have this tailbone problem that hurts quite bad. Still I mentally told myself, I'm gonna do the best I can and see where it's gonna bring me.

As I hear my hubby explains Aphrodite to me, I'm like, how am I gonna finish this?! Something my hubby gonna finish while I'm still burpee-ing away. Still, 50 burpees went by and my legs wobbled as I do the squats. As I lie down and think of my situps, I told myself, DO IT DO IT DO IT! Suddenly 10 situps passed, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40. Oh God, the final 10! In one breath I finished the last 10 and everyone else was wrapping up. I was thinking to myself, "What? Did I take that long? There's a total of 100 reps of each workout remaining! Then hubby explained that they are only doing parts of Aphrodite as they're beginners. Instantly I felt a wave of relief and then I realised, hey, I actually can do it too!

I did Round 1 (50 reps of the workout) in 15 minutes in which I think is not too bad as I just started my exercise regime for just a week. If I had really pushed myself, I might have been able to do it in less than an hour? Maybe I should attempt this again this week. As my current short term goal, FINISH APHRODITE IN 1 HOUR! I'm sure with motivation and competition, I can do it! Continue to follow me and see what happens.