Who can lose 5KGs first?

My second (and last) kid has sat for this PSLE and now that the final paper is over, it's time to relax (and I don't mean him, I mean his Mummy)!
It's kinda surreal. I can't quite believe that PSLE is over. I know the papers were tough and I hope he doesn't fare so badly that he has to 'stay back' (be retained in primary school). That would give even this relaxed mum, a heart attack.

I have a list of personal to-do things, now that 'my' PSLE is over. First, I'm going to take a break for a few days. Yes, although I am also considered a relatively 'relaxed' PSLE mum, I still had my moments. It has gotten so bad that after school yesterday, some boys had a 'Xbox 360 Live' HALO party. Picked the chap up from his pal's place in the evening and during the drive back, had to bite my tongue as I wanted badly to ask him if he had finished his homework! (I mean the school homework).

Second, Mike and I have embarked on a competition(starting last night) now that our son has 'no more homework'. It's called, 'Who can lose 5 kgs first?'. The prize? A two-hour massage by the losing party. Yes, the losing party has to do the massage. We often have these crazy bets, he and I. You know, for me, it's tiring just to massage for 10 mins, let alone an hour. This is going to be a tough one. Just to go off course a bit, I once gifted him with a self-decorated envelope of massage coupons for his birthday. I bought different aromatic oils, rubs, romantic lights etc. He'd cash in his coupons whenever he felt like them. I got so tired massaging that when he finally wanted to cash in his last 2 coupons, I told him they had expired.

I'm actually convinced I'll lose. Why? Because I'm aiming to lose FATS not weight. By that, I mean, I'm aiming to tone up them flabby arms, waist, butt and thighs. When I do that, my weight is going to go up first (muscle mass) before it drops (if I am persistent). Previously, when I was going for Belly Dancing classes 3 times a week, the weighing scale readings went north first. I did feel discouraged at first (What! Hours of Belly Rolls, prancing around with hip and arm movements and yet I was putting on weight?!) but because I enjoyed my classes so much, I was consistent and so the readings started to go south. Yes, but that was then. Now.....

So,  while I start my own body toning regime, my hubby's going to do his own stuff. We're scoffing at each other's plans (that's why we're in competition)! Don't let that Coke-filled rotound tummy (no, he doesn't drink alcohol) mislead you. I've seen him drop 5 kgs in a week but with the help of food poisoning of course.

I have to be realistic about my body. Despite having a small frame, I am big-boned. Even when I was thin, my wrist and ankles were thick. On top of that, my gynae used to tell me that I was a very muscular person. No he didn't mean I had the bulk of a body builder. He had cut me open during the C-section and apparently he could tell that I WAS muscular. His description (not during but after the event lah) was something like, 'Plenty of muscles! Plenty of muscles!'. Therefore, the bulk of what I used to carry, was muscle. Ah...but that was then. Now, the bulk of what I carry is still the muscles and of course fats. How would I know? My body parts are jiggly.
Also, I did a simple calculation and I'm carrying around 40% fats. 40%!!! Can you imagine that? It's like you let cute little Ms. Fat enter your house, 'Aw, what's the harm, right?' Then another Ms. Fat, then Mr. Fat, then Mrs. Fat, then nephew Fat, niece Fat, Grandma Fat, Grandpa Fat....till you have this whole household of Fats living with you. You want to chase them out but no one is budging. You get the picture.

So I've got to get started on this new routine first before doing the other things on my to-do list. Time to get off our butts and work the fats. May the best man (or woman) win!