STOP IT ALREADY!

And so yesterday I victoriously destroyed my super lazy wall & dragged my big fat ass to the jogging track. Finally!!! After months of procrastinating & delaying. Or was it years?

Many thanks to beloved girlfriends; Danne & Ell for the motivation. For inspiring. U ladies rock! For now, I may not be able to do the 10km marathon like Danne did or climb up Mount. Kinabalu twice in a year like Ell did. But rest assured ladies...I'm on my way to possessing that high spirits like urs. Aja-aja fighting!

Because I'd hung my track shoes for 3 very long years already...I decided to just walk as to avoid from any muscle cramps. I opted not to jog although I did run in the beginning just to warm up the body. After few metres of slow pace running I slowed down...and continue walking. After the first 2km round, I was surprise with myself when the eagerness to walk more arose. I was sweating madly I could feel the swift sweat flowing down at my back.

Amazingly, I wasn't exhausted at all. Nor I gasped. Because the moment I stepped my foot on the track, I was bloody worried I will collapse since I haven't been exercising for too long. Alhamdulillah, I completed 3 rounds that was equivalent to 6km; in 1 hour & 15 minutes. Thanks to the Sports Tracker apps I installed in Mr. Sam beforehand. I was able to count & monitor my walking-cum-jogging activities.

I reached home just before dusk. Everything seemed alright at first. But came midnight, I started to feel the sore at my thighs & calves. The exercise finally cracked my fat storage. There was a slight problem with my breathing as well...chest felt a bit tight up until this moment. Pfftt serve me right! I enjoyed culling fat but too lazy to get rid of the excess.

Last year, I rest the system from consuming rice for nearly a year. No exercise involved. Result was awesome. I could fit my size 26 jeans which I'd kept idle in the closet for years. But I have to honest here, albeit being able to fit my old clothes & pants my stamina is still disappointing. It remains at the lowest level. Climbing the staircase to my 2^nd floor apartment is extremely tormenting. I forever feel like lacking the energy. O₂ to breath is scarce.

Hence now, I seriously want to make it balance. I've been eating like a pig since Jan. Everyone could see the consequences of it. Bulging tummy. 'Elephant-trunk' arms. And my thighs are twice mother's. She mocks about my shape every now & then. Not to forget my always in exhaustion being. I never paid any attention to her but not until last week where I hardly fit in my size 29 jeans. Fact that I bought it few months back reaaaaaaaaaaaly hit me hard. And that's when I told myself...enough is enough! I gotta start exercising before it's too late. Regret is never the phase I look forward to be at.

Berjuang biar hingga tetesan darah terakhir. Janganlah poyo masa ni jak. Hampas harus jadinya kalau stop tengah jalan.

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