Mission Impossible

04 April 2009 – Will I ever look like this again? No chance in hell.

Photo by Tatay Rolex

Gym-tastics

06 February 2009 – Today marks the 25th day of my effort to get healthy… okay, lose weight. Tati and I enrolled at a fitness center on 12 January as sort of a couple’s resolution for the New Year.

There, on that very day, I discovered that I weighed exactly the same as the last day of my pregnancy. No wonder I was feeling extra sluggish and heavy! Damn the holidays!

That alone provided me with the courage to get on the freaking treadmill and attend aerobics classes. Everyday. Yup, every single day since enrolment, I have been slaving off at the gym, sweating my fats off, praying to God that I don’t break bones or, worse, pass out in the middle of doing squats.

The good news is that I have lost 7 pounds. I have likewise shed my fear of feet abuse and have even begun to run on the treadmill, after which I still am able to find the strength to an hour and a half of aero. I’m sure my health-conscious friends are shocked to read this (and, hopefully, will cheer me on when they get over the initial catatonia).

I have a long way to go (about 40 pounds, based on my personal ambitions). I still look like I’m carrying the weight of the world in my belly and my arms still feel like marshmallows. So, yeah, as I have all the time in the world at the moment, the whole everyday gym thing should continue.

Who knows, maybe even the smoking thing would eventually stop, ey?

I ain’t so hopeless, after all.