Hitting the treadmill

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I finally got hold of my jogging shoes and hit the treadmill yesterday. I was about to change my mind after an excuse of not finding a matching t-shirt to go with my DKNY track bottom....*Laa, makcik, bukan ker nak exercise dalam bilek ajer!!!!***

Chihuahua my cat was looking at me suspiciously. She was so waiting for the machine to start so that she could play too. Not another false start, eh mama! Embarrased, I was determined not to let another excuse to get inbetween me and my new kebaya.

I've laid off working out since Ramadhan. During the month, I imagined that I was supposed to be tired and hungry. And I got naturally slim out of fasting anyway.

Then Raya came and I ate endlessly. During our Open house, I met Dilla's friend who is a fitness instructor. When he greeted me, I thought I heard him say that I looked fit. I have to believe him, after all he is Jaclyn Victor's personal trainer as well..yep, Jac the 'gemilang' lady...

Last week, Mary who is my tailor delivered 5 new kebayas for my office wear. Alas, 1/4 of my anatomy couldn't go into the dress!!!!!!

mama: Mary! did you use other people's measurement???

Mary: No maam, it was you during Ramadzan!

No way, I definitely have to start doing something and that will certainly be huffing and puffing .......

After an hour and drenched down to my Nike shoes,

mama: Imran, please record the treadmill meter on foto for me!.

Imran: Wow!! You hit 10km/h!!!!!!!!! Very the terror one!!!!

mama: That's just to show off at my blog!!!!! Chihuahua can neither read nor tell the actual speed....

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note to Hisham: I no longer run up the Kiara Hill ,hence no more blood donation to the mosquitoes or looking out for gorgeous balding hunk incase it was you! ...

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