Return of Miss Chubbisham

Hi friends

Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!

It is official. I am a chubby fatty old woman.

My company is promoting healthy living to all employees and located a machine which measures body fat percentage, blood pressure and heart beat in front of the canteen. (What a place! I am sure the caterer has lost sales significantly since the installation of this bloody thing.)

Young hopeful colleague RB and I went for this new experiment this afternoon. To cut a long sad tearful story short, we were both gutted to find out that our body fat percentage is in the red zone. It simply brutally means, WE ARE FAT.

It is not about weight, it is how much fat our body have. RB is not the skinniest guy in the world, but he does not look fat at all. As for myself, I was horrified to see that my body fat has gone up by 10% in 10 months!  

Some of you know that I suffered from depression last year because of stress caused by things happened at home and at work. (I am OK now, don’t worry) Since the last summer, I had broken my 7:00pm rule and started comfort eating at night.

I normally love looking after myself but I just lost it, I could not be bothered to do anything positive for my life. After months of neglect, I saw the ceiling covered with cob-web in the living room, then, my eyes were finally opened.

“For God’s sake, stop self-pitying, just pull yourself together. Look at you, you are living like Miss Havisham!”

The sad old spinster living in a ruined house. Do you remember this character in Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations? The only difference between her and myself is the darn body fat percentage!! Miss Havisham was always illustrated as a skinny old woman where as I am chubby and it is now scientifically proved.

Whilst I was licking my wound at my desk, my favourite colleague CS was leaving the office and said to me;

“Well, you are not completely the lost case.”

Oh thanks a bunch! There is always someone who rubs mountains of salt into the wound. I just love this kind of people. (I do the same :-p) 

RB and I will make a return match with the bloody machine next Monday. Until then, I will live like “Rocky”…….can’t eat raw eggs though.

Wish us luck!