Another 3kg lost, which I attribute to some weight lifting and me falling sick the past weekend. While weight lost is most welcomed, the lost weight didn’t do much to the overall physical outlook, which is to say, I am still darn dissatisfied with what I see in front of the mirror. Blame it on the female genes that is forever dissatisfied with their own body.
I’ve flicked through photos and found that I was thin back then in secondary school, which back then I felt fat. And then during my university days where I felt like a beached whale, my photos begged to differ. I really think I was way thinner back then, compared to now. I suppose if I stop being critical, years later when I review photos taken during this time I would have thought that I was thin now as well. Sheesh.
In so far the free weights are quite useful. A few sets of lifting leaves me sweating, and that is good workout for me. Best thing is I usually did it while watching something, be it TV or the monitor, and it was good multitasking as well. Hopefully I will be able to establish an exercise routine throughout the week so that everything will fall into a pattern and easier to follow.
Perhaps it was age catching up or the really lack of movement, the bulge was really harder to move then, say when I was 18. Sometimes it frustrates me that it seems like the effort doesn’t work out, but perseverance always pays off when it comes to exercise. I just have to remind myself to be patient, to continue the effort, and it is all for good.
Speaking of that I’ve also invested in L-Carnitine, which I have yet to start taking because I really need to be hardworking if I do take that. It only works if I put in the effort to exercise and clean diet, otherwise it is not some magic drug that will let me sit around doing nothing while the fat burns away. I hope it works. Seriously.
