… I went to the bookstore to see if I there’s anything nice to read. I was lucky enough to find one and happily took it home.
But while I was at the bookstore reading its epilogue – a sort of test drive that I do for all books I purchase – I realized something: I was overweight and this is the heaviest I’m at. I may not know my exact weight but I knew deep within my gut that something was indubitably wrong – I’m very unhealthy.
Sitting there, willing my head to focus on what I was reading I could not deny myself the observation. How did that realization dawned on me? My tummy and a substantial amount at that; a paunch and I’m not even pregnant. The book I was test driving comfortably sat on top of my tummy while I was reading it on one of Powerbooks’ uncomfortable sofas. Shit! Depressing. I hated myself. On my way home, I told myself I need to change.
And the next morning, change happened because 155 pounds is just not cutting it for me.
Fast forward to present date, after picking a discipline of not eating at least five hours before sleeping and cutting significant amounts of sodas, I am now on target.
125 pounds and now I can wear a tankini.