Last night was a night of two very different events. It began with throwing on my red global babe jumpsuit and heading to Scotts Square for the launch of cool Brit girl Sophia Webster’s quirky collection for On Pedder, one of my favourite shoe shops.
I loved her caption handbags. “Money Talks” is certainly just right for the Singapore market although I preferred the marginally less conceited “High Flyer” mainly because of the butterflies, a theme running throughout the collection.
All the gear, no idea. If you read my last post, you will know that World of Sports have kindly kitted me out in all the right gear for getting fit. No longer wearing trainers from my school days, I feel suitably inspired to essentially eat less, move more.
I have chosen tomorrow, Thursday, as the day to start this all off (which means I only have to do it once or twice, then it’s the weekend).
Always keen on a shortcut, I have decided to throw myself in at the deep end with something called Tabata (pronounced ‘tabarta’). It’s a four minute workout that can burn MORE fat than one an hour long. My regular readers will probably already know, before I type another word, that I love the sound of this.
It may be because I am hopelessly unfit or another reason entirely, but World of Sports are very kindly sponsoring me to put one foot in front of the other and move, once appropriately clad.
It couldn’t have come at a better time as my running shoes (and running days) are eighteen years old. Yup, these beauties – above – hail from my school days.
Have you noticed the blossom positively raining down from the trees at the moment? It leaves the branches in showers; even while snapping these shots – which, as you can probably tell, took all of three seconds – my hair was covered in a dusting of powdery pink petals.
I thought Singapore didn’t do seasons but it’s bang on right now and we could almost be in England (aside from the sweltering heat that is). Spring has sprung. Long may it continue
I hate exercising until the point of sweating. This is unfortunate as the only time you know for sure that exercise has done you any good whatsoever, is when you are sweating profusely.
I think I have, however, discovered a way around it.