I must admit that my weight has always been a major, major dilemma. I've written about my frustrations in this blog and my other blog a couple of times. I made empty and broken promises of getting back in shape and cutting down on my food cravings YET I always fail miserably. Being this huge has been the source of my insecurities and paranoia. I can't fit into fashionable clothes and I easily get tired.
My last straw (I hope it is) was when I learned about my body age through KARADA SCAN which was introduced to my fellow PASers in one of our GMMs. It measures one's body age and the amount of visceral fat in our body. Imagine my horror upon learning that my body is 43 years old as compared to my 31. I wanted to cry there and then but with my PASers around me, I just smiled like it really didn't matter to me. But truth is, I am ASHAMED because fact is, I really didn't take care of my body --- I wasn't eating healthy food. I was living a sedentary life. I don't get enough sleep often. I allowed myself to be exposed to free radicals like second-hand smoke, pollution and direct sunlight.
The following day, I posted this in my FB wall...