Fitness Junkie
“Hi my name is Anna and not only am I narcissistic wedding photographer but….I’m also a fitness junkie.”
There I’ve admitted it.
I’m a fitness junkie.
It’s all my Dad’s ‘fault’. He used to be active in golf, water skiing, speedboat racing, windsurfing, ballroom dancing, weight lifting, etcetera. And you ask me where I get all my gungho-ness from? ;p
Pic shot by my sis

In the past week alone, I’ve had 3 different guy friends who commented that my biceps were getting intimidating and that I will never get any dates with muscles like that.
Aaaaand I also had 1 client (you know who you areeeeee ;p) who questioned my sexual orientation -_____-
Oh, I like men in case you’re wondering what my answer to my clients’ question was. It’s just that with work and working out, I don’t have time to date :p Hmm..or maybe the biceps are scaring them away? LOL!
Anywayyyyyy….back to the topic.
Besides the comments regarding the ‘intimidating biceps’, I occassionally get stares from strangers. They always have this look which seems to say, “Itu lelaki ke perempuan?!!?” (Is that a man or a women?!!?).
And recently, at Subway’s checkout counter, the cashier (a skinny young man) looked at my biceps and said “Perempuan boleh ke angkat berat? Tak takut besar?” (Women can lift heavy weights? Not afraid of getting big?). I was just too flabbergasted by his shallowness and just muttered “Can, why not?” before waddling out with my groceries in one hand and my sandwich in another.
In hindsight, I should’ve jumped across the counter, given him a headlock and twacked his puny head with the footlong sandwich. But I didn’t wanna waste my sandwich.
All this just because I am somewhat more toned (or daresay, muscular?) than your average Malaysian female. Pic by Edmund.

Now, this blog post is to explain how I look the way I do and why I do it.
I’m not proud to say I used to club a lot when I was muuuchhhh younger and when I say a lot, I mean A LOT.
It was during one of those days when I was nursing a hangover at home that I saw an article on the Summit Climbing Gym and thought to myself, “That’s it. I should be doing that instead of drinking myself silly every other day”.
And that, was the point of no return.
I started climbing approximately 8 years ago and since then, have maintained a somewhat healthy lifestyle. There was one point in time where I would climb at least three times a week, killing my fingers and feeling good about it.
Boy, was I addicted to climbing then. Pic by Edmund.

Nowadays, I just go once or twice a week, time permitting.
I also picked up serious weightlifting at about the same time so the muscles actually come more from heavy weights instead of climbing.
I don’t lift much weights anymore though.
My life now revolves around shooting, editing pictures and when I have time - working out. I’ve also included jogging (much slower pace than running. My lungs can’t take it yet ;p) and swimming into my fitness regime.
And most fun of all, I’ve started doing CrossFit regularly at Pushmore. And it is with this workout that I’ve come to realise that I am now a fitness junkie.
When I wake up in the mornings, I log onto the Pushmore blog just to check out what the workout of the day (WOD) is :p
When I reach the gym, I’ll usually come up with all sorts of excuses on why I don’t wanna do the workout but deep down inside, I just want to torture myself and attempt the WOD.
And I do it every single time I go :p
Pic courtesy of Pushmore. The ripped guy next to me is Mike Tee, Sze Ning’s boyfriend and he’s also my webhost provider from Density. I tiang lampu them every chance I get :p

Sado masochist?
Nah, I just like the feeling I get whenever I’ve had a good workout. The feeling where I go, “Yes, I deserve a cigarette for THAT was a good workout” :p I kid, I kiiiiidddd.
When I don’t workout for one or two days, I feel like shit. Seriously, I feel absolutely lethargic, moody, cranky - not my usual happy self at all.
The feeling I get from a good workout - be it climbing, swimming, jogging or CrossFit, is unexplainable. The endorphins released just make me feel on top of the world and it sure feels much better (and cheaper!) than a night out clubbing
And the muscles? I think of them as an added bonus to the perpetual high I get from working out!
So friends, accept me, muscles and all. Don’t worry about me not finding a man with these ‘intimidating’ muscles for I’m sure, one day I’ll be able to bully someone into liking me for who I am. Kwa kwa kwa.
Pic courtesy of Pushmore

And, on the bright side, with these muscles I can double as your bodyguard whenever we’re out. Ok waaaaaattttttt ![]()





















































