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getting pissed off generates so much energy, it's unbelievable.
maybe i should get hugely pissed off everyday, so that
i (actually) go to the gym everyday and lose some (actual) weight.

anyway, i was so..hmm, annoyed is too mild a term,
ok, extreemely annoyed, at having to cancel
my long weekend plans because of a meeting
that ended up cancelled too.
grrrr!
i considered jumping up and down on the bed to
let out the pent-up frustration, but as i am trying to be
a (actual) mature, sane, human being, i jumped into gym clothes instead.
(Hmm, possible psych study? Is there a correlation between
regular gym-goer housewives AND desperate housewives?)

So i got on this machine that you stride on. It's
supposed to simulate walking/running/jogging, but your ankles
and knees don't get damaged.
and since your arms are swinging with the handles,
you get an arm and torso work-out too.

There i was, hammering like i could get all the way
to Kanchanaburi on the thing.
Then to give me a false sense of accomplishment at the end of the session,
the monitor read out that i ran 4 kilometers.

really?
but i'm right where i began.

suddenly, it felt like i was in one of those nightmares.
you know, where you're running away from something.
but no matter how hard you try, there's just this strange weight
that keeps you from going any faster,
or even (actually) going anywhere.