Earlier this year, on my birthday may I add, the majority of the
country voted for change.
Demanded really, for reformation.
Of course, I did my part and was late for
work.
As expected, change does not come easy.
It's a long and painful process.
Since my move to Mont Kiara, I've had more
time on my hands to think about what I want to do with my life. But to no veil,
I still have no idea what I want. At least I've come up with a bucket list.
It starts off with pretty standard stuff
(travel Europe, learn a foreign language, visit every state in Malaysia, earn
lots of money etc) and then it comes to my weight... bla.. My ongoing battle
with it.
Early this year my boss was obsessed with
sending me pictures of before/after extreme workout/dieting people. It did
absolutely nothing to motivate me but made me self conscious.
Looking back now, maybe it did motivate me.
Just this month Standard Charter held its annual run. I was pretty
tempted to join. My friends were asking each other if they were joining but
nobody asked me. In my mind I thought they were probably just concerned that I
would have hindered their “marathon” pace/progression. This at first made me
quite upset until recently.
Two and a half week ago I woke up and thought to myself. It’s time
to stop being fat.
So far in the last two and a half week I’ve covered 37km and have
started counting calories.
Some days I’m crazy happy that I am able to stay within calories
count; some days I just want to indulge in a juicy burger with fries and soft
drink.
The days when I workout and feel my whole body ache leaves me
feeling proud. It makes me feel like I’ve doing it “right”. Since everyone
knows, “no pain no gain”.
Most days, I just think I am going crazy. Perhaps this is my
mid-life crisis.
I just hope I can keep this up.
