Hi people!
A while ago i blogged about how my landlady was a cleaning freak and that behind my closed door in my messy room i snigger and laugh all-knowingly... hehehe. well this here is an update on my room - during my last visit home two weeks ago, she had jumped at the opportunity to enter (yes enter!) my room and take EVERYTHING apart and clean it from top to bottom, including my thousand and one knick knacks and acessories on my dresser. hah! who's having the last laugh now???
who HAS the last laugh in our lives? is it us? back to that later.
I recently acquired a penchant for eating pineapple tarts for dinner. this is because i had brought many back from my travels home and it was the season to be eating them then. which means that, ahem, my waist line has been quite on the receiving end of the buttery tarts.
let's get to the point of today's blog - weight loss, mind control, blah. i heard about a person who had been trying to lose weight for years and years, and never had any success. this got in the way of her relationship with significant others, of course. to me, the secret to weight loss lies in this: eating and liking to eat is actually a very emotional thing. there is 'emotional eating' and there is simply eating. if you think of someone being under local anesthetic, they feel no pain even when the surgeon is cutting away at their insides. all they feel is a neutral 'sensation'. with eating, the pleasure we feel from the senses/taste etc is the emotion linked to eating, much like the emotion of 'pain' linked to getting our insides cut when we are NOT on local anasthetic. wheh we detach the emotion from the actual act, much like applying anaesthetic on our eating, we realise that we can control our urge and 'greediness' to eat and only eat when we are hungry.
That, of course, is the stuff of saints. and emaciacted yogis from India who derive pleasure only from the 'higher things in life'.
I, on the other hand, choose to h0ver between sainthood and The Matrix, ie our everyday life that i have to be in to help others. which means, sometimes i binge on pineapple tarts for dinner, and sometimes i exercise mind control and do not eat dinner because i feel emotionally full :)
back to the last laugh - i guess the autopsy person will have the last laugh on me when he splits open my guts to find it filled with buttery tarts...
i am thinking of home now, so i will leave you with the tough decision we malaysians face each day about whether to exercise mind control or not. i think not.
A while ago i blogged about how my landlady was a cleaning freak and that behind my closed door in my messy room i snigger and laugh all-knowingly... hehehe. well this here is an update on my room - during my last visit home two weeks ago, she had jumped at the opportunity to enter (yes enter!) my room and take EVERYTHING apart and clean it from top to bottom, including my thousand and one knick knacks and acessories on my dresser. hah! who's having the last laugh now???
who HAS the last laugh in our lives? is it us? back to that later.
I recently acquired a penchant for eating pineapple tarts for dinner. this is because i had brought many back from my travels home and it was the season to be eating them then. which means that, ahem, my waist line has been quite on the receiving end of the buttery tarts.
let's get to the point of today's blog - weight loss, mind control, blah. i heard about a person who had been trying to lose weight for years and years, and never had any success. this got in the way of her relationship with significant others, of course. to me, the secret to weight loss lies in this: eating and liking to eat is actually a very emotional thing. there is 'emotional eating' and there is simply eating. if you think of someone being under local anesthetic, they feel no pain even when the surgeon is cutting away at their insides. all they feel is a neutral 'sensation'. with eating, the pleasure we feel from the senses/taste etc is the emotion linked to eating, much like the emotion of 'pain' linked to getting our insides cut when we are NOT on local anasthetic. wheh we detach the emotion from the actual act, much like applying anaesthetic on our eating, we realise that we can control our urge and 'greediness' to eat and only eat when we are hungry.
That, of course, is the stuff of saints. and emaciacted yogis from India who derive pleasure only from the 'higher things in life'.
I, on the other hand, choose to h0ver between sainthood and The Matrix, ie our everyday life that i have to be in to help others. which means, sometimes i binge on pineapple tarts for dinner, and sometimes i exercise mind control and do not eat dinner because i feel emotionally full :)
back to the last laugh - i guess the autopsy person will have the last laugh on me when he splits open my guts to find it filled with buttery tarts...
i am thinking of home now, so i will leave you with the tough decision we malaysians face each day about whether to exercise mind control or not. i think not.
No comments:
Post a Comment