More than a year ago, I started going to the gym. In a span of 5 months, I lost about 20 lbs and became two sizes smaller. It even got to a point where I had to put pins on my skirts just so they wouldn’t fall off.
Fast forward to today. I have regained 10 lbs of those 20 lbs, and if I don’t change my habits, I’m about to resurrect my fat clothes again, which, in my book, is one of the saddest things in the world.
The thing with losing weight is that you’re bound to hit a plateau at a certain point. And the time you do so coincides with that period when you feel like rewarding yourself for all your hard work. That’s when you start to think that a little caramel frap here, and a little devil’s food cake there won’t hurt. And before you know it, not only are these sinful treats back in your life, they are likewise joined by banofee pie, thin crust pizza, whopper junior, and that dreadful one cup of rice.
A year ago, I was living the healthiest lifestyle I’ve ever lived: 2 hours of workout everyday (rain or shine), the right amount of calories as prescribed by my dietician (who came with the fitness program I availed of), and zero junk food. It felt great. It even felt surreal.
But then I had to change jobs, and work started to get in the way. For the past several months, I’ve been skipping my gym sessions and I’ve stopped caring about what I eat. Just because. Actually, I can cite work or my desire to hang out with friends by trying new restaurants as justifications, but I know there’s just no excuse for my bad behavior. I’ve been noticing that I was again putting on weight when my clothes started to not feel right again, and it was getting harder again to go up and down the stairs. But the real wake up call came when I learned that this top I bought just a month ago which I haven’t worn, is now too small for me. That was when I said it’s time to get serious again with my weight loss plan.
Wherefore, I resolve that starting today, I shall go back to my disciplined self and do everything I started doing more than a year ago. I remember that my goal then was to be Angel Locsin sexy by December. I know. As if.
I realize now, however, that Angel Locsin sexy is such a tall order, so this time, my peg would be not some celebrity but ME. Only better. Nax. So let’s see how this goes this time around 😉