I'm Psyched!

I don't really know what that expression means, but I've noticed people say it when they're excited about something. Today, I attempted the impossible, tried on my skinny jeans. I only have one pair as there was only a brief moment in time back in the past that I actually had the courage to fit them in a store and purchase it consequently as I was thrilled then that I could fit into a pair of skinnys.

AND THEY FIT AGAIN! The last I wore them was September last year. Yey, for skinny jeans, the hardwork is beginning to pay off, only after 2 months of dieting, one month of hardcore running, and I haven't even reached the must run the 3k a day goal just yet. I'm thrilled, I'm losing the beer weight I gained over the holidays. I'm feeling strong again.

As Milan Kundera puts it, the kind of weight a woman wants to be pulled down with is the kind that keeps her real. Or something like that. I have to go read that book again.

Really, this is huge for me. I thought it was impossible, my metabolism's gone so slow that it takes three hours of working out a day to hasten it once more. But then again, it has only been two months, what more if I continue this. I might need to buy a smaller size of skinnys (now that seems even more impossible!)

So yeah now I'm headed to the starbucks, I need some stronger caffeine to keep me focused on my work. I've skipped working out today, back's kinda acting up again. Aerobics is like gin, it's painful agony. Staying away from the frapuccinos but might be too weak to resist a sweet pastry. :D