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Aren't you dead?
May. 1st, 2006 09:16 pmIt's May, and my stint as Field Coroner for April is over. It wasn't looking at the bodies that was the tough part, it was having to wake up at "go to work" time and go to the morgue on the weekends when I should have been gently comatose at home, as is my usual practice.
But this isn't what I'm talking about. To elucidate:
I may not look it, but I used to go to the gym, and subscribe to Men's Health and all that. Really. This was years and years ago, when I was still working in the Attorney-General's Chambers, and I stopped around the time I started my LJ. The reason I stopped was because I used to go with a bunch of my fellow prosecutors, and it was fun, and it wasn't a chore, and after I got transferred to the Courts, there was nobody to go with and it became boring. So I stopped.
I put on quite a bit of weight, which I lost when I was in grad school, thanks to the student poverty diet. Most of that has been replaced since I've gotten back to Singapore and Mom's Cooking™. So I'm currently tipping the scales at, oh, 160 lb. (72.5 kg), with 21% body fat, which, for a 5' 3" fella, isn't horribly obese, but overweight nonetheless. Given my hypertension, it's a good idea to tone it down. For comparison, back in the US, I was at about 143 lb (65 kg). In my Army days, 17 years ago, I topped out at 126 lb. (57 kg), most of that muscle, which shows you how far I've fallen.
Anyway, the Civil Service Club opened a clubhouse about 15 minutes walk away from my place, and it has a gym which charges S$30 (US$19) a month if you're a member of the CSC, which I am (you pay a year in advance, you get two months free). It's pretty basic - weight machines, treadmills, but for the weight loss/muscle toning thing I used to do, it's all I need. And they have trainers on hand to help me remember how to use the damn torture devices.
So, I'll be back at the treadmills for the first time in, oh, about 6 years tomorrow. Pray for me.
But this isn't what I'm talking about. To elucidate:
I may not look it, but I used to go to the gym, and subscribe to Men's Health and all that. Really. This was years and years ago, when I was still working in the Attorney-General's Chambers, and I stopped around the time I started my LJ. The reason I stopped was because I used to go with a bunch of my fellow prosecutors, and it was fun, and it wasn't a chore, and after I got transferred to the Courts, there was nobody to go with and it became boring. So I stopped.
I put on quite a bit of weight, which I lost when I was in grad school, thanks to the student poverty diet. Most of that has been replaced since I've gotten back to Singapore and Mom's Cooking™. So I'm currently tipping the scales at, oh, 160 lb. (72.5 kg), with 21% body fat, which, for a 5' 3" fella, isn't horribly obese, but overweight nonetheless. Given my hypertension, it's a good idea to tone it down. For comparison, back in the US, I was at about 143 lb (65 kg). In my Army days, 17 years ago, I topped out at 126 lb. (57 kg), most of that muscle, which shows you how far I've fallen.
Anyway, the Civil Service Club opened a clubhouse about 15 minutes walk away from my place, and it has a gym which charges S$30 (US$19) a month if you're a member of the CSC, which I am (you pay a year in advance, you get two months free). It's pretty basic - weight machines, treadmills, but for the weight loss/muscle toning thing I used to do, it's all I need. And they have trainers on hand to help me remember how to use the damn torture devices.
So, I'll be back at the treadmills for the first time in, oh, about 6 years tomorrow. Pray for me.
