The last time I worked out as far as I can recall was before the fall semester started. Over the summer, I worked out regularly, like a few times a week. I ate healthy and felt so healthy -mentally and physically. A few months passed and I didn’t notice a change until when I went back home to Thailand. A lot of people noticed that somehow I had lost some weight. I didn’t realize but couldn’t help but agreeing with the comments.
I came back to the US after the school had started and that was when I went back to my old busy self and this simply meant no time to think about eating properly and let alone doing exercise. I hate to admit that, but it was true for me. Soon enough, I regained my weight and went back to not-so-good health condition with less walking, not very healthy diet and much less exercise.
I know it’s not good but at least I don’t feel ashamed to accept that I didn’t try hard enough. Plus, I am willing to manage my time better from now on.
So, I did it. I started it all over again. I did hiphop dancing for 30 minutes today. And now even though both of my legs are killing me, I’m happy. Happy with my decision and happy with what I have done for myself today.
I know it’s not going to be an easy ride for the next few days or even weeks to get back into the healthy routine with crazy schedule I have in the next few weeks. I’ll probably have to convince myself to keep doing it and keep pushing myself to go for an extra mile from time to time.
The struggle is real but I am happy to deal with it.
At least I have started something today.
I just need to keep walking and working…. :)
1/3/2017 2.08 am
