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No, I’m not talking about hanging out as in chillin’ out.

I’m talking about my body… yes my body!

Even with a rather slim weight of 52 kg at 1.69 metres tall, I have parts of me that are starting to hang out.

My clothes are getting tighter at the waist and well, the dreaded spare tyre is starting to peep, bit by bit.  I absolutely hate it!  And the ugly flab next to my arm pits, I wish I could just pinch them off!

I do not mind putting on some weight, but only if I could direct where such weight should go.  I would definitely like to put on some weight on my face and nowhere else!

Sigh!  What is a woman to do?

Ever since I returned to work, my exercise schedule has been severely disrupted.  Exercising during the lunch hour is also out as there are no facilities near where I work, that I can use.  Besides, the boss is very fussy about us returning from lunch within the hour.

I guess the only thing to do now is to watch my diet even more carefully – less carbos.  And to get smart in choosing the clothes I wear to hide those parts of me that are so eager to see the world.

Hmm… I wonder if those gadgets by Osim and OTO really work?

Little Guy, who is all of four years old now, is getting very curious and talkative.

Earlier this week, I spent a day at home with him while he was suffering from stomach flu.  We watched some programs on cable together, including one by The Naked Chef, Jamie Oliver.  Now, this wasn’t the first time he saw Oliver and he knew that I liked watching Oliver at work (Little Guy likes Nigella Lawson ‘cos she’s so pretty!).  Little Guy (LG) started this gem of a conversation:

LG:  You like him (referring to Jamie Oliver)?

Me:  Yes…

LG:  You want to marry him?

Me (wide-eyed):  I’m already married to Daddy!

LG:  Why you marry that fat man?

Me (playing along):  He was not fat when I married him…

LG:  Then Daddy married you and he ate and ate and ate and grow (sic) fat?

Big Guy then appeared and I couldn’t control my laugther any more.  It was just so funny!

This wasn’t the first time Little Guy asked about marriage.  He has asked me several times why I married his Daddy, and has said that he wants to marry a girl in his Nursery class when he grows up!

For the record, Big Guy is not fat!  He has a little paunch and I wouldn’t describe him as fat.

Life is certainly more interesting and fun with this little boy around!

And thank God he has recovered from the dreadful stomach flu!

 (Big) Yawn!

You know your job is boring when

• the highlight of the day is the fire drill
• you check out a matter from your e-mail even though you are on cc only (just for some excitement)
• you wonder if your watch is broken as the time seemed to stand still
• you suddenly appreciate the fact that the toilets are so damn far away
• you try to think of ten ways to solve a problem even though you already know the one way that works best

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I’ll have to come up with more ways to stem my boredom at work soon…

Yawn!!

It has been a terrible week.

Little Guy is down with stomach flu, so the doc said.  His temperature went through the roof and he had the runs so bad, that he started to bleed down there.

He’s still recovering and is holding up because of the fever and diarrhoea medication that the doc prescribed.  Now we need to patiently wait for the bacteria in his intestines to multiply and kick the bad guys out (with help from the sachets of billions of good bacteria (their name escapes me) given by the doc).

Having just started work, it was difficult for me to take leave to look after him.  But I had little choice but to do so today.  Big Guy took charge yesterday and I insisted to stay home today to take care of the little one.  I guess being a woman and a mother is thus – one can never trust the guy to do the mothering role.  I couldn’t concentrate on my work anyway, worrying about Little Guy all the time.

His run of ill-health started in the middle of last week – a bad cough, then the runs, then high fever, rashes over his entire body (possibly due to allergic reactions).  Then just when we thought that his fever was gone for good, it came back with a vengeance.

Thank God his condition is more or less stable now, and it’s back to work for me, with Big Guy taking over again tomorrow.

I guess I have little choice but to trust Big Guy more, that he can do a good job of caring for Little Guy.

Get well soon, Little Guy… mummy here is worried and really tired out!

Time really flies!  I’m already one month into my new job!

Before I started on this job, I was kind of worried that I might not be effective as I used to be.  I was worried that I would have forgotten certain things.  But all my worries were unfounded as I got back into the groove quite quickly.  Things that were buried somewhere in the recesses of my brain, when I took a year off work, just magically came back.

Needless to say, I’m quite pleased with myself.  I’m happy not only because of the ease in which I snapped back to working mode,  but also because I realized that a year off work actually did me lots of good.

Before I quit my last job, I was easily irritated, and really full of vile, especially towards my boss.  I eventually quit as I couldn’t tolerate her any more, and I was also afraid for my mental health.

Now, after a good one year off work, I feel relaxed, vileless and not affected by small matters that would have made me boil in my previous job.  My ex-colleague, who is now my colleague again (she recommended me for this job), is unfortunately always flustered and irritated by small things.  I feel she does really need a break.

Of course, not everyone is as fortunate as me to be able to take a whole year off work.  But I seriously do think that everyone should take an extended time off work, if they have not done so, after working for years.  I would say, minimum, a break of three months or so, to really get away, totally cut-off from work.

If you can afford it, do it.  It’ll work wonders for your mental and physical health.

I’m now enjoying the fruits of my year-long break.  It’ll probably take a few years before I’ll need an extended break again.