This fight to hinder this relentless flab is proving to be tougher as I age.
Ten or so years ago, I’d sweat it out and finish a one-hour cardio workout without feeling tired. Nowadays, I find myself puffed, exhausted and wanting to give up during the first 15 minutes of warm up…because I could feel my lungs about to explode, and my heartbeat alarmingly fast.
Ten or so years ago, I can immediately pick up the basic steps and remember the next moves during an aero session…..today, I am desperately lost in a sea of synchronized moving bodies.
Ten or so years ago, I rejoice at the results of weight loss in three or four weeks. These days, I steer clear of the weighing scale for about three months because I never want to see the same weight after killing myself in the gym and after starving to death.
Ten or so years ago, I spend almost an entire day at the gym during weekends. Aero here, treadmill there, dumbbells after, then sauna after the dumbbells, then back to the next aero session…..I was always on the go, because I am reminded of the gratifying results in three weeks’ time.
Today, I can barely finish a 40-minute treadmill session. Or if I do, I was so wiped out that I’ll head off immediately to the shower room, dress up and leave. Argh.
Age and Weight. Why do they have to connive to make you look miserable??!! Lol. And why is it that losing weight is synonymous to bleeding – physically and financially.
But then again, the fight is on!
I must….I must….I must lose this awful flab.
I must….I must….I must not give up.
Think….Think….. Think of the monthly fee.