After 14-emotion-packed days filled with excitement, hope, expectation, anger, disappointment and whatnot, the day to pick up the keys to my first set of wheels has arrived. I wonder if this is how PMS would have felt like. I really do not know.
If this situation were to prolong, there may not be any hair left on my head. The stress from my work and the “fight” to get that number plate is becoming too much a burden for me. The line separating sanity and insanity seems almost nonexistent. I was afraid I might not even make it through.
Thankfully, I did.
15-01-2009 will be the last day I walk. Ok, that sounded really wrong.
From now onwards, any real walking and exercise will be done on the treadmill at the True Fitness gym. I have been skipping gym a lot recently. If I allow myself to procrastinate any further, I can kiss my ass goodbye. Like literally.