i knew i was getting fat when some friends (who i have not met for some time) remarked on the amount of weight that i put on yesterday. one dude complimented me on my man-breasts while another praised me for having a well-developed laughing buddha-like tummy. maybe the top i was wearing yesterday was giving away too much.
the visit to the gym today confirmed the remarks. after spending a few minutes being analyzed by a $17,000 machine, i officially know now that i have 21kg of fat in me. for a person of my build, i should have only 11kg of fat to be considered safe. that means i’ll have to find a way to lose 10kg. i actually put on weight over the past few months. i learned that i’m a stress eater. i eat to find comfort, which is most of the time. i recall a few weeks towards the end of the term, i was gorging myself silly, trying to cope with the mental and at times, emotional stress that i have been experiencing.
bad habits die hard. i need to fix this. i read articles in the paper and i know i’m definitely at risk of contracting serious ailments if i continue to pay little care to my weight. in fact, i was out of breath today just by climbing a flight of stress. seriously panting and my heart was pumping as though it was going to explode! i am worried. i’m so worried that i’m thinking of eating a bar of chocolate to soothe the jangled nerves. see what i mean? stress eater!
lifestyle adjustment starts now. no more fried food, no more snacking, low salt and low sugar. most importantly, i need to engage myself in physical exercise for at least 30 minutes everyday.
i don’t want to die before i reach 40!
