Questa è Enida

I greeted the new year losing some of me. Some 6 kilos of me…fat. It was rather unintentional, really. Well, I kinda started on the 3Day-Diet that Aunty Jamila introduced – lots of water, no greasy food, fast food, junk food but still lots of (healthy) food, of course. What’s new? And I did try to do a few miles on the treadmill months ago. But it was rather challeging to keep on the routine in Calgary; with large lunches every Friday at either Earls or The Danish Club, and the four-night-in-a-row Christmas dinners at Mom’s and Ken & Gillian’s. Blame it on Mom for being such a great cook!

But I did lose 6 kilos in 6 weeks.
It wasn’t anything obvious or drastic, just that my pants kept sliding down and giving up to the gravity after every wash. It was great having a dryer again, I thought, but I don’t like how some material just expands or shrinks after tumbling in one. Good ole line drying is a lot more gentle on the clothes. Anyway, I had so lah no anticipation nya to any weight loss that I didn’t bother packing any belt to balik kampung this time. In other words, all my belts needed an extra hole at their ends! That’s it lah, to the point that me thinks my own kilos were there to stay and was ready to chuck the cheap-and-always-stuck-at 70kg-senggat-IKEA scale out.

The truth is, everytime I panjat the scale, the jarum timbang tu simply refused to stop selagi tak sampai the over-weight limit. Both scales pulak tu, at Mom’s and the one at our rental apartment downtown. Though none had the metric measurement, semuanya pakai pounds and stones, I was stuck at the ‘too-heavy-for-my-own-good’ pounds! And I had no idea how many stones I should have been. But I felt like I was carrying too many stones. It was like I was going to be ‘stoned’ to death. Echeh!

Walaubagaimanapun, it has been over a week now since I came home and a week on the dot today since Bibik returned to our Chong Khoon Lin home. Life has started to pick up its pace and I am almost back into routine. Plus one new routine. I have put a bit over 10 kilometers since our arrival. I repeat, 10 kilometers. No typo, tuan-tuan dan puan-puan. Not kilograms. Kilometers! On the treadmill, that is.

And I tell ya, it was a wonderful feeling when I first saw my family waiting and waving frantically at the arrival hall KLIA Monday morning last week! All these years that I have come and gone…all ten years, almost, my family never had the chance to send me off or pick me up at the airport. And this time…all of them, all 12 of them (including ipar duai) were there! And the first thing Ka Cher said was, “Eh you look kurus a bit lah!” That…made my week!

I feel good and motivated…so far. So let’s weight and see.