It's two pieces!

Yesterday, I worked out after work and continued with swimming. You know that I prefer to swim at night than in the morning? Yes, I do! Less light, less heat and less crowd. Lovely! If I want to swim, I don't go to the closest gym to the office cause it doesn't have any pool. The one who has it is near Dyence's office, my bestie. Not far, only about 15 minutes to go there, by bus.

Here's the timetable; Arrived there at 5.20 pm and started to work out around 5.30 until 6.10, I prayed maghrib and changed the outfit for about 20 minutes. Continued to swim from 6.30 until 7.00, after that I needed 30 minutes to take a warm bath, change clothes and pack my things. And the night is wrapped with cup of tea, biscuits and a little chat with Sakti, my gym partner.

O, that's not the point! All I wanna share is about my swimsuit last night. Lol! Me started to swim since my childhood. It was my dear mom who introduced this best sport in universe. Okay I'm biased, sorry. She bought me a one piece blue strips swimsuit, a very nice one. I wore it to learn swimming in a sport club where she registered me when I was six. We went there twice a week. I looked so gorgeous with that blue strips suit and a blue mini buoy! ;p

I couldn't get in to that suit again when I was in junior high school. And mom bought me a new one, it was red, with three colors of strip at front. Not really like it cause the model is so common. Sorry, mom! Fortunately that suit didn't last long, I accidentally ironed the skirt. Lol! Accidentally I said, accidentally. And I separated with that poor red swimsuit.

Since that, I borrowed my auntie's or my bestie's swimsuit when I swam. I know, that wasn't cool and hygiene. But, what can I say? Lack of money, that was the only reason. But o but, on my second year on work world, I finally bought a swimsuit by my own money. Yay! I chose a one piece suit on leopard motif. Aaauummm... I wear it with a big confidence of my body shape on that while on TV and magazines, ladies nowadays wear more and more bikini in pool. And I found that hot!

And my dearest Karcut, another bestie of mine, answered it. She bought me a bikini, a beautiful one! O gosh! It's two pieces swimsuit with another piece of (something like) skirt to cover my body on my way to pool, all in rainbow's motif. Love it! O, I should've took a picture of it! Later, kay! I intend to wear that in Phuket. Yaaayy!! It's about one more month and two weeks. Can't wait! Really can't wait, so I wore it last night at the pool. Kekekee.. Somehow, the B makes me feel so light and hot. (No curse, please..)

It's two pieces and makes me look like hotties! *finger crossed*

Fit through the gym

Ay! Ay! Here I come..

You all there? Sorry for being disappear lately. An update from me; new goal is in the house! Yaaayy!! What goal? What goal? Being fit while body shaping like a devil lady. Lol!

I always love a Latin quotation "Mens sana in corpore sano;" a sound mind in a sound body; di dalam tubuh yang kuat terdapat jiwa yang sehat. A motivation to be balance, body and mind. I'm having tons of ways to feeding my mind, but my body? I'm feeding it too, literally. Lol! Sites and books for health always explain that basically, to have a healthy body, we have to eat right, drink enough water, rest well and do some exercise. I'm done with the three one, but not with the last mentioned. It's kinda hard to remember when was the last time I work out.

But if, walking categorized as a sport, then I do my sport since this seven months. To be total, I walk for about thirty minutes a day, on a medium track. I said medium because the altitude is kinda extreme. Sometimes I found the track is easy to make, but often time, I lose my breath while walking. Fyuuuhh.. At the same time, my baby is complaining about how often I being sick. Ya, ya, I do complaining about my body, "I feel pain here, there, now here again, and there again, and so on, and so on." And he's sick of that! Lol!

Sakti, a friend of mine, invited me several times to swim on a gym where he is a member. Being a member for more than a year, he can bring a friend there on week-end. And there was I, in a non-crowded swimming pool with people who were doing their sport, not those who are flirting around who I usually found in public swimming pool. Love it! And the last time there, Sakti asked if I wanted to try fitness. Of course I did! And I kinda love it.

And since that day, I also become a member. Yaay!! I decided to work out in a gym which is not far from my office. So I can do my sport after work hours. For the first time, Sakti accompanied me, it was soooo crowded, full of people! Instead of working out seriously, I was enjoying watching motivated people there. Actually people said, and I agreed, fitness is just another new lifestyle of urban people. But what I found out there is not exactly like that. Yes, maybe there are some who go to the gym as a lifestyle, but there are also plenty of them, who are more numerous, who want to do a sport. Really! And just like urban people, the member are varied; the style, origin, outfit and goal.

Each member has a Personal Trainer, mine named Hasan. At our first meet, he asked me about my physical activities, motivation and goal. So we made a goal, "I want to look stunning on my wedding dress." And he noted it, very well. What we did on three days of exercise are: He measured my body mass index, the results are my fat condition is poor, my body keeps too much water in it and I have to lose four kilos. Not hard, he said. And I take it as a motivation. Lol! He also pushed me to do some exercises into my maximal capacity, and those brought me to pain for days! Really. After that three days, he make a program for me.

First, I can't consume carbohydrates after six pm. No more noodles, at least once a month, I was bargaining. Hehe.. Do the sport three times a week, at least. Ok! I'm on, PT! Tomorrow night will be my first month there, and I'm really excited to do more exercises. Being fit, body shaping, sound body, here I come!! Euh, stick with me, Mr.PT! ;)

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Bercerita bersama sore – dua puluh tiga

Apa olah raga favoritmu, Sore? Ah, kau tidak berolah raga. Hati-hati cepat kendur otot-ototmu, yah! Hahahaa.. Aku suka olah raga, tak banyak, hanya beberapa. Maksudnya olah raga yang bukan untuk tontonan yah, tapi olah raga yang kulakukan.

Favoritku, renang. Yay! Kalau tak salah waktu itu kelas satu SD, Mama mendaftarkanku ke Polonia youth center, les renang. Kolam renang umum yang memilki dua kolam itu –satu kolam besar berair biru dan kolam kecil berair hijau yang berbahaya karena kedalamannya- terletak cukup jauh dari rumah kami, mesti naik mikrolet kurang lebih satu jam. Bermodal baju renang garis-garis biru, kusuka, kacamata renang dan papan pelampung senada, pergi kami kesana. Kali pertama datang ku berkenalan dengan bapak guruku dan beberapa teman lainnya; beberapa gadis kecil dan satu anak lak-laki. Itu di level kami, tingkat pemula. Ada banyak murid lainnya yang berenang di tengah kolam, dengan kedalaman sedang, juga bagian ujung lain yang paling dalam. Kami para pemula, di sisi paling cetek, tak boleh ke bagian lain, begitu instruksi pak guru.

Setelah lari mengelilingi kolam besar sebanyak tiga kali, pak guru akan memimpin stretching, guna menghindari kram. Pak guru kemudian meminta teman-temanku masuk ke kolam, menghadap ke tembok sisi, berpegangan di sana dengan dua tangan dan berkecipapk-kecipak kaki mereka, menyipratkan air ke mana-mana. Aku, masih berdiri di samping pak guru. Siap dengan kacamata melingkari kepala, dan tangan kanan menenteng pelampung. Kenapa aku tak disuruh nyebur juga? Pak guru menengok ke samping, tersenyum, mengambil pelampung dari tanganku, diletakkannya di tangga berjingkat yang membingkai kolam, lalu digaetnya tanganku. Aku, menurut saja. Tiba-tiba, cepat sekali, digendongnya tubuhku dan dilemparkan ke tengah kolam.

Dan di sana, di tengah kolam yang cukup dalam, klepek-klepek aku bagai ikan yang diangkat ke daratan. Dengan tangan mengacung berusaha melewati garis air meminta tolong, pada pak guru, pada mama, pada siapa saja yang ada di pinggir sana. Semua terjadi begitu cepat, juga begitu lama, keduanya. Hingga akhirnya kudapati lengan kekar pak guru menggeretku ke pinggir kolam. Setibanya di daratan, terengah-engah ku bernafas, dengan mata melotot mendapati mama yang riang sekali tertawa, bagai habis menonton srimulat saja. Pak guru tersenyum, tak meminta maaf, menghampiri mama yang masih memamerkan gerahamnya, ”Bagus, bu!” Apa itu artinya? Bete.

Setelah istirahat mengumpulkan kembali nafas normalku, dengan perut kembung kembali ku nyemplung ke kolam. Kali ini pak guru menggunakan cara yang beradab, memintaku dengan baik. Kuturuni tangga yang tersedia, lalu menapak kakiku ke dasar kolam dan berjalan mendekati teman-teman yang sepertinya sedari tadi menantikanku. ”Aku juga dulu begitu!” ”Iya, aku juga!” Sambut mereka. Oke, apapun maksud si pak guru, setidaknya bukan aku satu-satunya. Kemudian lanjut kami ngobrol sambil menyipak-nyipakkan kaki dan tentu saja berpegan erat pada sisi kolam. Yang sesekali dipotong suara pak guru meminta kami berkonsentrasi latihan, bukan ngobrol. Asik juga ternyata!

Kalau disuruh pilih antara telur ceplok dan rebus, akan kupilih ceplok, Sore! Alasannya sederhana, selama kurang lebih tiga tahun berlatih renang, mama selalu menyekokiku dengan telur rebus tiga sampai empat butir, ditambah madu dua sendok. Eneg! Terus-terusan begitu, menu andalan mama. Untungnya sepulang berlatih aku boleh jajan di kantin, ada ketoprak, bakso, nasi atau mie goreng, enak-enak semua. Makanya ketika Inul bilang kalau dia mengonsumsi dua puluh lima telur ayam kampung tiap harinya, sontak ku nyaris muntah. Hahahaa...

Gaya bebas, punggung, katak, akhirnya ku kuasai. Tak sia-sia kan, Sore? Tapi sayang, menjelang memasuki teknik gaya kupu-kupu, aku berhenti latihan. Alasannya? Tak ingat. Coba nanti aku tanyakan pada mama. Senangnya berenang, Kupu!

Sensasi bergerak maju di dalam air, mendorong mereka ke belakang yang kemudian menggelitik dengan riaknya.

Dingin, sunyi, bergerak.

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KAPUTT!

When I first came to PTEN, the company where I spend 9 hours a day, more than three years ago, my weight was about 42 kg. I was one of the girls who had a problem with their weight; I just couldn’t increase it since years. So there I was, entered one of the skyscraper in Jakarta wearing one of my best work suite and a nice high-heels.

And this morning, guess it was nearly thousand times I passed the building gate; I wore a shirt and skirt which their colors are far from what we call shiny and a pair of slippers. Yup, I wear slippers lately, wherever I go. Isn’t it good remembering the dangerous side of high-heels? Hah, just a justification I made! Lol.

I reached elevator to go to 18^th level and stayed calm inside for couple of minutes. Do you know that our elevator here work very fast? It only takes about one minute to reach 18^th level without stopping. While waiting, I usually checking my hair and clothes through the elevator wall that can reflects us like a mirror. And guess what? I found a big reflection of my self. I mean it, big; big cheek, big stomach and also big hand. And my cute big cheek starts to hide my tiny chin now. Haissshh…

Am I exaggerating? Yes, I am. Hehehe.. I’m not that big, I know. But, compared with three years ago, I’m distended! Oh! Now I know why my zipper always going down every time I seat! Haha! I gained weight and I didn’t work out. I did, but about once a month. Can we call it a work out though?

Are you curious how much is my weight now? No? Sorry, only yes answer is accepted. I’m 52 kg now! Yahoo!! Isn’t that an accomplishment, guys? I gained 10 kg in three and a half year. And I’m asking you all now, is it normal? Come on! I’m serious. Is it normal? Did I gain too much? Should I start a diet?

Sorry, need a little pause, my zipper is going down (again).