Yes, I was all gung ho about my upcoming engagement and all that, and somehow nothing really worked out. I did lose a teeny amount of weight, but basically, I'm lousy at self motivation. I love my food. I eat. And the stress of my job wasn’t helping as my hormones were all screwed up. In a nutshell, I was hugely fat (all right, obese), had skin and health and hair problems, was insomniac and couldn’t get any mental peace. Engagement itself was stressful, with my divorced parents insisting on two separate functions and my fiancés people not making it. They hate my guts. Argh.
Anyway, enough whining. In the past six months, I struggled to be superwoman and supermom (I am the ‘mommy’ of a lovely little doggie) and ended up being ms fumbles. I was evicted, I quit my job and moved back home. Boo hoo me. I joined a slimming centre...which was …interesting if not downright weird. They hook you up to these machines and then make you pee and take your weight…hello that’s water and not weight right? And the food allowances would make anyone weep…unless they were made of stone. I tried to stick to the diet, for the first few weeks, honest. But my weight did not go down! They got all hot n bothered and I got irritated. I mean you can’t expect me to lose a kilo in two days…that’s what the dietician told me. And if I could, would I need a slimming centre????
So, I joined yoga classes. Great for a while, but no weight loss. I feel better about myself though! My puppy loves the chanting part and leaps up on my chest and licks my face every time I go ‘Oooommmmm’.
Still no weight loss. So now I do the inevitable (ow my aching back. And thighs. And rest of the body). I join gym. And wonder why the heck did I not do this before? It’s only been 3 days, three days of agony and ecstasy. Agony, naturally. Ecstasy because I love the endorphin rush. Hee hee. Enough for today. Gosh this is therapeutic. I feel lighter already.
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