You will learn somewhere, sometime in your life that being fat is really really bad. It is most likely either one or a combination of the following ways: in school when you get humiliated by your classmates for being the "fatty pig"; in your teenage years when you starting desiring that perfect physique as your idol to join that cool clique or catch the attention of the girl you have a crush on; or when you finally become more rational and understand all the personal and social implications of being overweight.
I myself sought to get myself in shape after I started becoming fatter and flabbier since Exercise Wallaby last year. Getting myself to start controlling my food intake, food choices and begin an exercise regime was pretty painful, in fact extremely excruciating at the start. But trust me, your body is designed to adapt to external pressures and changes. You will make it out alive. And better too, trust me. I've lost 3.5kg since January. Speaks volumes. Muscles wise still lacking, but I think its just a flaw in my plans.
And it definitely beats the doctor at my clinic, who is obsessed over her weight but is taking no action to change it, hands down anytime. You are never going to lose weight by weighing yourself over the weighing scale everyday and exclaiming that you still weigh the same. Yes, even if you just took a dump the previous night. As tempting it might be, taking those pills might help, but you also understand the bad side effects it might cause. So why not just go for something more organic in nature!
I pretty much didn't give a damned about my weight before I started NS. I was already used to those primary school bastards calling me a pig, used to my own clumsy figure knocking tables in class and running last in 1.6km/2.4km and was prepared to live a life being a pudgy fart. In fact, those primary school hypocrites still made friends with me to get answers for their worksheets; I formed my own "We-failed-NAPFA-and-we-are-effing-proud-about-it" club in secondary school and hung out in the library reading Garfield during PE; and well, life went on as usual.
Motivations really matter. During NS, I started surprising people for changing so much and that some complimented me for looking so much better in shape. Also, as disturbing it may have been, my aunts began crowding over me, stroking my face, punching my arms and squeezing my tummy gushing over how much more "handsome" I've become during family gatherings, to much staring and snide laughters from my older cousins who had gained their flab after army. I swore never to gain those fats again and embrace a better self. What will your motivation be?
After a while I started to find that I was feeling bored of going through the whole routine over and over again. In fact I found myself slacking off more and more often, taking longer and more frequent breaks. Worried as I am over whether my drive was fizzling out and that my grand plan was sputtering and headed towards failure, my mind went into great thought and realised that apart from falling back on motivations to keep myself going on, I should also add variety and challenge to give my workout a clear purpose and direction in mind. For example, I began moving towards the outer lanes, increasing pace or increasing laps during my running days and started playing around with new machines during gym. It really did help in getting myself back on track.
My appetite has increased and I get really hungry really fast as my colleagues can attest to, but my weight is still dropping and I'm still pretty much in good spirits everyday. Feeling good, that's the power of exercise!
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