Thursday, April 30, 2009
[2:47 AM]
I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle against fats. It's been a month since I embarked on this journey towards a better body, a better shape but the changes are pathetically miniscule I'm slowly beginnning to lose hope. I've done all I could to burn those stubborn fats, the effort I've put in exceeds the weight loss miracle I experienced during my teenage years yet the progress is disappointing. I did drop 20kg when I was 15 from an obese 90 to a surprising 70 but it was not at all intentional and I had no clue I was losing so much until I realised my school uniform got too big for me. It was purely a miracle because I don't think I did any drastic changes to my diet or exercise regime other than attending the daily running session made mandatory for me because I was overweight and skipping a few meals due to work overload (it was the year of the O-levels). So how it happened is beyond me.
I'm still trying to figure out what it was that triggered the weight loss because I'm desperate for the miracle to happen again. To be fair I'm not exactly fat, decent shape healthy weight really, but I'm concerned with the way my body looks. It's not good enough to be seen bare and in the industry I'm in it is excruciatingly important to look good naked. There is no undermining the importance of a good looking physique where my world is concerned. Not easy for a boy who spent the most part of his growing up loving food. I celebrate food! Food is my greatest love in the world, good sumptuous food, and eating has turned into a habit that's hard to break. I am working on it but the progress is slow, too slow I might just quit.
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