I was met with warm reception by a slimming consultant in her 40's. She ushered me into a small room and took measurements of my body. Fast and furious questions of "Why did you stop our treatments for 2 years?", "What was your diet for the 2 years?", "You went overseas? What were you doing there?" were shot at me. Though I gave beautiful and convincing replies, I felt extremely stressful : ( It didn't help that she was pushing an arm reduction technology package at a hefty price of S$2,000 to me (She must be attacking on my weakness. Dammit!) I must admit that I nearly succumbed to her pressure selling tactic; however, due to some reasons, I refused to sign the acknowledgment form that she was pushing into my face. Helpless, she finally allowed me to have my treatment - The cold wrap!
I was ushered into another small room where I had to strip and wear only a pair of disposable panties. After that, layers of bandages soaked in icy cold solution were wrapped around my bare thighs, tummy, back and arms (I nearly died of hypothermia!) and I had to be bound for 25 minutes (Frankly speaking, I had doubts if I could cope with the extreme coldness) While sitting on the sofa, I sent texts to Angie, asking her if the arm reduction technology package was necessary and she said it was not. Her advice was to finish the remaining treatments before deciding whether to go for it (which I agreed..) When the grueling 25 minutes were up, bandages were taken off me and I was given a pail of boiling hot water to wash myself up. Had great difficulties wiping myself because I was all stiff from the cold : (
The moment I wanted to walk out of the place, one of the slimming consultant's assistants called out to me, asking me to pay a deposit for the arm reduction technology program. Feeling damn pissed from the cold and pressure from them, I told her straight in the face that I was no longer keen and that I just wanted to use up the remaining treatments. Realizing that I was no longer the mild client, they backed off and I stormed out of the centre feeling disappointed and angry.
Met up with Fat Boy to have dinner at Bakerzin in Paragon. While he ordered teriyaki chicken thigh with rice (my favorite), I had tofu salad with a few pieces of chicken breast : ( Felt ultra sad about the whole issue and poured all my grievances to him. Instead of consoling me, he pointed out my mistakes (which I must admit I felt sore!) At the end of the day, I resumed my chirpy self and I was glad that I had learnt something from the incident : )
Then again, one thing that I am very adamant is that if I have to omit rice from my diet, I will discontinue all slimming programs >: ( I rather be chubby than to suffer from rice withdrawal symptoms all the time!
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It's really not fun being wrapped in coldness. Trust me.