Several times last night I kept waking up. Thank goodness I could exercise self discipline and NOT walk out to the kitchen for a bite. It’s all in the mind, indeed. Had a nice breakfast of cereals (Nestle Fitnese bought by dearie). it’s nice eating breakfast guilt-free.. if I have munched through the night, I’ll probably wake up feeling lousy and angry about myself.
Tomorrow’s the annual dinner for outdoor venture. I’ll be able to reach rtc at 6pm..so I’ve got almost 1 hour of idle time, not knowing what to do. rtc is smack in the middle of no where, no shopping malls, no running tracks. Sheesh!
Got to do my long run tomorrow morning as I foresee myself eating quite a fair bit at the annual dinner. o_O
I realized that the person closest to me sometimes is like a mirror to me - one which shows me my own blind spots. Today dearie reminded me something important – not to be distracted by too many things. I have a tendency to be overly keen to try new things. like a child running through the isles of Toys R us with an empty cart eager to throw lots of toys into it... like a glutton trying to fill his plate at a buffet to get every cent worth; I sometimes pile up way too much. He made me realize that we only have this limited amount of time, having commitments and priorities, we can’t always do ALL the things we want to. I agree to it fully and somehow, that gentle knock on my head straightened my little-child syndrome.
He’s not just a mirror to me, he’s also a team mate to me. when I’m on the verge of throwing in the towel, he is the one who would tell me to press on. He would hold my hand and lead me to continue the race. He’s a training buddy to me – slows down to be at pace with me and sings to me when the road ahead seems never ending. (I call him backside boy since he sings tunes from the backstreet boys pretty often). He’s a cuddle bear to me – providing a hug that warms my heart. He doesn’t mind me wetting his shirt with tears and would call me silly gal when I cry. He’s a guinea pig to me – tasting all the weird recipes I come up with..and not minding rice that gooey like mashed potatoes. =P he’s a lot more which words cannot represent nor anything can replace.. he’s Billy – my dearie, my prince in red Honda. (in the photo, red running singlet :) )
Addendum:
I have a photo of him with his red Honda, I promise I’ll post that up soon!
And yea.. my update on the survival of the $1? I only managed 1 day…coz I had to swipe nets to get some first day supplies soon after.
Tomorrow’s the annual dinner for outdoor venture. I’ll be able to reach rtc at 6pm..so I’ve got almost 1 hour of idle time, not knowing what to do. rtc is smack in the middle of no where, no shopping malls, no running tracks. Sheesh!
Got to do my long run tomorrow morning as I foresee myself eating quite a fair bit at the annual dinner. o_O
I realized that the person closest to me sometimes is like a mirror to me - one which shows me my own blind spots. Today dearie reminded me something important – not to be distracted by too many things. I have a tendency to be overly keen to try new things. like a child running through the isles of Toys R us with an empty cart eager to throw lots of toys into it... like a glutton trying to fill his plate at a buffet to get every cent worth; I sometimes pile up way too much. He made me realize that we only have this limited amount of time, having commitments and priorities, we can’t always do ALL the things we want to. I agree to it fully and somehow, that gentle knock on my head straightened my little-child syndrome.
He’s not just a mirror to me, he’s also a team mate to me. when I’m on the verge of throwing in the towel, he is the one who would tell me to press on. He would hold my hand and lead me to continue the race. He’s a training buddy to me – slows down to be at pace with me and sings to me when the road ahead seems never ending. (I call him backside boy since he sings tunes from the backstreet boys pretty often). He’s a cuddle bear to me – providing a hug that warms my heart. He doesn’t mind me wetting his shirt with tears and would call me silly gal when I cry. He’s a guinea pig to me – tasting all the weird recipes I come up with..and not minding rice that gooey like mashed potatoes. =P he’s a lot more which words cannot represent nor anything can replace.. he’s Billy – my dearie, my prince in red Honda. (in the photo, red running singlet :) )
Addendum:
I have a photo of him with his red Honda, I promise I’ll post that up soon!
And yea.. my update on the survival of the $1? I only managed 1 day…coz I had to swipe nets to get some first day supplies soon after.
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