So I've been overweight since class 8th or something. I was actually quite the skinny kid until I discovered my true love for desserts. I've tried different methods of losing weight along the years (especially when I realised that my self-esteem was getting kicked in its shit-hole because of this) but damn those chocolates. They're like a drug.
And the whole thing is like a vicious cycle... you head to the malls and view all these amazing clothes you wish you could squeeze into and hot guys (you wish would squeeze around you. Hah.) and you depress yourself. But that doesn't end there. The only thing that even remotely makes you feel better is food, especially if it contains chocolate. And sure, you see your mood improving and you mind-scream 'SCREW YOU, WORLD! I'M AWESOME THE WAY I AM, HELL YEAH!'
...Until the next time you make another trip to the mall.
My mom's tried her hand at making me work out or eat better. She's tried various ways- some pump my confidence (You have such great features! Just imagine how nice you'd look if you lost 10 kilos), some make me want to scream in annoyance (You've got such a sedentary lifestyle! Look at *insert thin friend's name here*! She's so slim-trim yet she works out!) and some just make me feel really bad (I'm so worried about your health... the doctor said you need to lose weight or *insert any one of the random dozen health issues I've got* could get worse!).
My friends tell me I should work out not because I can never bring myself to accept my present body but because I want to improve my lifestyle and health. I never really thought I'd give much of a crap about that until my last visit to the doctor.(Don't worry, this isn't going to turn into one of those 'I never treasured what I had until it was too late... I'm dyingggggggg' tales.) Still, I found out I had a few more serious things I have to really look after. Anddd yesterday was the first time I hit the gym in a really long while. Sure, my muscles hurt like a bitch from being useless for so long but it kind of feels good.
I only hope this isn't going to be one of those short-lived phases of mine.
And the whole thing is like a vicious cycle... you head to the malls and view all these amazing clothes you wish you could squeeze into and hot guys (you wish would squeeze around you. Hah.) and you depress yourself. But that doesn't end there. The only thing that even remotely makes you feel better is food, especially if it contains chocolate. And sure, you see your mood improving and you mind-scream 'SCREW YOU, WORLD! I'M AWESOME THE WAY I AM, HELL YEAH!'
...Until the next time you make another trip to the mall.
My mom's tried her hand at making me work out or eat better. She's tried various ways- some pump my confidence (You have such great features! Just imagine how nice you'd look if you lost 10 kilos), some make me want to scream in annoyance (You've got such a sedentary lifestyle! Look at *insert thin friend's name here*! She's so slim-trim yet she works out!) and some just make me feel really bad (I'm so worried about your health... the doctor said you need to lose weight or *insert any one of the random dozen health issues I've got* could get worse!).
My friends tell me I should work out not because I can never bring myself to accept my present body but because I want to improve my lifestyle and health. I never really thought I'd give much of a crap about that until my last visit to the doctor.(Don't worry, this isn't going to turn into one of those 'I never treasured what I had until it was too late... I'm dyingggggggg' tales.) Still, I found out I had a few more serious things I have to really look after. Anddd yesterday was the first time I hit the gym in a really long while. Sure, my muscles hurt like a bitch from being useless for so long but it kind of feels good.
I only hope this isn't going to be one of those short-lived phases of mine.
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