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| The 107 Kilo. |
This may look depressing to see, but this is what I was. I am not
trying to cause any trouble to anyone who comes across this post but
all I am trying to make people aware as to how I looked when I weighed
107 kilos. Its quite evident seeing the picture that my friends were
happy about me having male breasts.In better words 'lump of FAT'. Its
also quite evident it didn't look cool and all it was an ugly sight to
watch. At this stage I joined many gyms but barely survived for a week.
So basically my money went down the drain. I had an appetite of an
elephant. If Mac Donald's, it would be 2 Mac Chicken, extra cheese,
large fries and coke. Domino's would be 12 inch triple cheese burst and
so on. Eating was the most beautiful part of my life back then only
because I never bothered counting the calories or oil content.Just to
let you know a poor man's daily calorie intake is 2100 calories a day
but my 1 meal was more than that. Boss! Everybody has their ventures of
being a foodie. Well as you can see I was doing fantastic at it,becoming
a couch potato. At that moment, life was perfect to me as I could have
thought of it. Ate what I wanted, how much I wanted, drank as much as I
could until I lost my memory next morning, cigarettes, I was a chimney.
The package that life offered me then was of low self esteem, low
confidence and an easy go lucky mixture. Its like I had no goals, no
confidence in getting anywhere in life. I am not really ashamed of
saying this only because I have gone a long way with all my resources
presently. No one ever told me to do anything about my weight. Whenever I
saw a healthy muscular well built guy I'd be like "Fuck! I wish I cud
be like him..." but that thought came only for an instant. There was no
motto, no activity, no physical training, nothing that I ever did to
burn this fat. I couldn't say that life had been unfair to me but then,
life wasn't even going right. Being 107 kilos involved a lot of issues
like acidity and gas. I would often get tired due to lack of stamina.
One of the worst problems I faced was 'fitting in my clothes'. I hardly
remember wearing t-shirts as I'd look hefty and inflated in it. I was
very sporty when it came to taking jokes over my extra flab on the chest
but somewhere within it didn't feel good. Its now that I realize that I
had been accepting failure as it came but never did anything about it.
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