Kickboxing

Today, I went for kickboxing class. The first thing the instructor said was, we are going to do advance level now. I am like,"what!" This is only my first time. Instructor asked if there was any newbies, but I didnt raise up my hand though I doubt I was the only one.



It was all good for fifteen minutes, then my legs start to shake and tremble. And I start to worry, because there was still a good forty-five minutes left.



Seeing myself in the room paneled with tall wide mirrors on both sides, I wonder, is that really me?



I scare myself sometimes, because I have lost so much weight since the last semester. I look so fragile, thin, weak. Not exactly what I was looking for. I had a goal, and I surpassed that goal. Aka, I lost more weight than I thought I could possible in my entire life. My weight in now in the range of what I call "I can never be as thin as those girls because it is impossible, my thighs are too fat." Yup, I was recently inducted into their society, and my thighs still look fat.



I dare not look directly at the mirror because my actions looked all awkward, silly, and childish. Instead, I stood behind some ang mo girl, and she was big enough to hide me.



The kickboxing class great. It wasnt as tough as Plyo-edge. I didnt have to jump every second. This is more kicking, and kick I can do.



By the time I went back home and ate dinner, my body was feeling the aftermath of the exercise. I was tired and sleepy. I slept after eating one big bowl of noodles.