I went for Hot Hour after work. Oh well, technically after five thirty but not before heading back to the office to do a spot of work. Peak is obviously here.

I was moved to the first row right smack in front of the mirror by the cute instructor. The third row was all taken up but she wanted to move the first timers to the back so they could follow what was going on in the class. Guess who was in the third row and guess who she recognised?

I grabbed my towels (yes, more than 2 towels) and water bottle. Choosing my spot next to an ang moh girl, I almost immediately regretted by decision. The mirror was right in front of us and all I saw during the class was her. Working out next to a damn chio ang moh girl who was like taller than me and much much skinnier than me definitely did nothing for my ego. Her thighs did not even barely meet when we put our feet together. Although working out is definitely supposed to be good for the soul and perhaps even the body, somehow being in the same room as almost models wearing skin tight clothes could seriously screw with one’s mind. Especially when one is prone to scarfing down nachos and chips after dinner every night.