Oh, for a washboard!

In my quest to be all slim and 'fit',I resorted to a slimming massage yesterday-and as a result of this impossible feat, I now walk like I had wild romp session last night.My whole mid section aches, agonisingly.

She was this harmless looking, young lass who looked about 25, but the strength she possessed was astonishingly akin to that of Goliath. I lay like an offering on that parlour bed, envisioning daisies and chirping birds-an image that came to a screeching halt when she bared my tummy and slathered on seaweed lotion (I think). Still bearable,eh?

Wait.

Then she began massaging and kneading with such vigour and fury, that I had to bite my lip and focus on someone I really wanted too whack out the bliking daylights.I actually managed the 20 minutes of the torture without pleading her to stop- either the pain wasn't that unbearable,or I really hate this dude. I think it's the latter..

Anyway, after all that she fixed me up to this cellulite busting machine that had 6 oval pads placed on my 'stubborn areas' which vibrated on a moderate intensity. Thank goodness that didnt hurt.Apparently, this electrical 'appliance' breaks the fatty acid molecules...something like that lah.

The whole one hour experience was truly memorable in every sense-and it's gonna be repeated for another 5 sessions. Maybe after that...Fonda's?:)
Can't belive I'm resorting to this....