I didn't think I'd enjoy going to the gym as much as I do right now. Given, my Dad applied pressure on me. He'd often say I am gaining weight. But deep down inside, hidden just behind my fats, is my motivation waiting to happen.
I wanted to lose weight. I wanted to crawl out of my "wakeup later- snooze alarm one more time- chicken nuggets 24/7- DRINKapalooza" I call lifestyle. I just couldn't pick a date.
Until I actually did. And I didn't just pick one, I stuck with it.
If I only knew then what I already know now, I would have started way earlier.
But anyway. Here's that update for you.
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