The Spare Tyre

No, that's not my waist and granted it is nowhere near this picture I found randomly on the web, I have developed it ever since I entered my thirties.

The norm would be (in this part of the world, anyway) developing this so-called spare tyre after one has gotten married. The excuse (for the man - I'm smart enough not to risk guessing how women get theirs here) is that he gets to go back to his wife's wonderful cooking every night. That's the sweet or politically correct version.

The other version is that he has less time to keep in shape now that he's got a family - a more plausible reasoning in this day and age where we have career women who would be too busy to labour in the kitchen for hours. Or am I still too presumptuous?

Anyway, for me, I am not married so I don't have the luxury of using any of the above excuse. So it really is time for me to be freaking about it because even when I see my gorgeous naked body everyday in the mirror, I do notice the changes; how one part of the torso MIGHT be getting bigger. 

I do admit, I've stopped going to the gym consistently this past year. But at the same time, I have begun reducing the amount of food, especially rice, that I eat in every meal. I am also refraining myself from eating over the amount that I need no matter how good the food displayed in front of me is or whether or not it's a buffet. But still, the spare tyre is there.

I don't need a spare tyre. I detest this spare tyre. I loathe its shape.

Disclaimer: This is not to say that I don't love myself.

On the contrary, I have to say, it's because I love myself too much. And call me a narcissist but I really want to get rid of it. It's useless and yet significant, and it has to go.

Well, the good thing is that I have recently started a very intensive circuit training with the Get Fit group organised by a few Alpha Males. I've started a month of it already and am loving how it makes me feel after a great workout.

But unfortunately, I don't foresee this ever being sufficient. I'm also guessing a huge part of this comes from my metabolism rate being slowed down by the big 3. It is at that age where I really have to watch what I eat. I have to reduce the intake on fats, sugar, and mostly meat, I guess. Well, this is what I've picked up so far, or this is what has been blaring louder in my subconscious these days.

More vegetables is the way to go from here on out. And no matter what, this will always be the healthier choice.

... Wow, it just hit me. This is a serious change in my lifestyle. And there will be more to come, more refrains and more discipline.

Thankfully I never have a craving for fast food. Inside joke if you know me.