Status Quo

Can someone tell me what happened to January, February and March? How can we be in April already?! It just isn't possible and yet here we are. The Standard Chartered Marathon is looming ever closer and I still can't break through the 3km mark. I'm not sure whether its psychological but every time I hit 3km, my legs tell my brain, "I don't wanna do this anymoreee!". Well, it is an improvement from running for only 2 minutes in January I guess. I've been running around KLCC park once a week for 3 consecutive weeks already. Its actually quite pleasant in the mornings. Its nice to get some (semi)fresh air and people watch. The kwai lohs doing their morning run before heading off to work at 8. The group of kwai pohs power walking to the latest gossip. Men who shouldn't be in yellow lycra wearing yellow lycra and a t-shirt that doesn't cover what it should. Super fit elderly people that make me feel both slightly embarassed and inspired. And while I go round and round the track, I picture Bald Eagle and Ciki next to me, telling me "com'on, com'on". And thats great, but then I automatically think about LL and Ciki's blog and so I get hungry. When it comes to exercise, I am like a 4 year old - the first 5 minutes is fun, after that, next!  

Ironically, I've actually put on weight from all this exercise. I feel healthier but heavier. Must be all that muscle eh. The truth is, its from eating. Exercise makes me hungry! Doesn't help that there was 2 weeks worth of baking when I was trying out recipes and overdosed on frosting. I can't help myself, if I see a bowl of frosting I need to dip my fingers in there. I'm happy to say, the experimentation went well and I no longer feel any desire to eat cake! Ever! After days and nights of eating out, I decided to make a simple and healthy meal forHunky and I. Mee sua with Hong Kong kai lan and homemade meat balls. The meatballs obviously did not have the springy and doughy texture of the ones in the stalls but I prefer it this way. I like knowing what goes into my meatball. Finely chopped ginger, garlic, onions and water chestnut. They were perfect! Just what I needed. To finish off the dish, some deep fried garlic. Of course this meal would not have materialised if it wasn't for the delicious chicken broth which was bestowed upon me by my dearest Mum. Mum who once told me very seriously (imagine it in Cantonese, the effect is better), "I'm telling you, you better not be anorexic!" Um, is it any wonder why I am so delusional?