I lost four kilos…after pigging out. Wut???
Yet another super late post. I first stepped foot in a gym a couple of weeks ago. Doesn’t seem like a big deal, right? But, actually, whenever I hear the word “gym”, thoughts of lab rats running on treadmills pop into my head. These thoughts make me sleepy. Like…zzzzzZZZzzzz…
So yeah…up until two weeks ago, I was a gym virgin.
My sister and I have been living in our condo for more than a year now and one of the perks we have is free use of the gym. We just decided to take advantage of that perk recently, when I realized that I should stop making excuses and really get off my butt.
I had been going on a no-rice-during-dinner diet for three weeks and had only lost 2 pounds — much to my dismay. I felt so famished I would literally drool over Ro‘s and Michelle‘s food blog entries. Then Cris arrived from Canada and I completely threw away the blasted diet and shamelessly pigged out. So…off to the gym I grudgingly went.
I didn’t know that gym equipment could be this hi-tech. This treadmill actually lets me choose if I want to burn fat, do cardio or some serious training. It asks me for my age, weight, etc. etc. and then decides how much of a workout I need. It slows down the pace when it thinks that my heart rate has already reached its peak.
Super neat!!! (I still wish they’d put a DDR dance pad in there, though.)
After the workout, I weighed myself and found out that I had lost 4 kilograms. Um. I can’t have lost all of that with just 30 minutes on the treadmill. I barely perspired!
I wonder if my yoga session had something to do with it.
When I got back to the condo, I checked my Omron pedometer (I received this from the Mercury-Free event last month), which had been attached to me during my entire workout. It says here that I took 3,120 steps. That’s not enough. You’re supposed to take an average of 10,000 steps daily.
Hm. I should wear this pedometer whenever I go to the mall. I wonder how many steps an average maller takes…