Every day, I am greeted with the weighing scale by the clinic door at the office. I have been wanting to to get on it, if only there were no people yet by the time I arrive.
So when I got to the office today and luckily no one is in yet at that side of the floor, I immediately got on the scale and checked how much I have gained.
I pout a the reading when I saw where the hands of the scale is pointing.
This is the only time I became so concerned. You see, all my life I had been underweight. When I finally weighed normal, it only lasted for more or less a year. Then after that, I became this overweight.
I am not becoming concerned of my weight because of how I look like. I am becoming concerned because (1) I tire easily nowadays, (2) My pants and shorts will soon not fit me (3) My belly. 😬
I wanted to start jogging again on weekdays, but I don’t think I can anymore because I tire easily. I wanted to try intermittent fasting (IF) again as suggested by one of my closest guy friends, but my head aches when I haven’t eaten for hours.
Gym? Only my anxiety goes there. Hehe
They say that f there’s a will, there’s a way. I don’t think I have the will yet to get up and exercise or to do IF seriously.
So how? What now?