A step worth taking

I could feel it. The tightness in my chest as I struggled to breathe. Yet, each breath was more painful than the last. The cool air enters through my nose and out my mouth, leaving the back of my throat dry. My foot came down one after another and landed on uneven, gravelly and solid terrain. I could literally feel every single molecule of fat in my body bounce up and down with each step I took...

Well... to cut the long story short, I ran. Last Saturday actually.

***(Miming a reader's reaction)***

Pshh... It's just a run, is there a need to describe it in detail? Like seriously girl... I mean, the run ain't that important right? It's just a normal exercise. Right? 

***( End of mime)***

Wrong. 

To me, the run was special and irreplaceable.  If some of you guys didn't manage to catch my hint, well ... I'm fat. Although i am not severely obese, I see my roundness as a problem. And well.. below is a picture of my current weight.

My current weight >.<

64kg doesn't seem very heavy but trust me... it is and I am. Also, being 1.55m in height isn't helping me give a tall and slim image. Although I have been living with this weight problem of mine and I should have gotten used to it, I think there should be some changes made.

For 17 near 18 years, (since I was born actually) I've been repeatedly told that I was fat. Not by friends, not by mean little kids at school and not even my Netball coach but by my family. I've always been compared to my sister who was not only taller but slimmer as well. Oh wells...

I always thought that the fats will mysteriously disappear one day. Now, the truth is going to sting, and it will sting real bad: it won't just go away. I have to make it happen. However, saying and doing are really two different things. For me, there's always been other things "better" to do. Well... to put in in another way I would delaying the run or you could say I had been procrastinating.

Pardon the whine but ... running is so draining. You get sweaty and all. You get sooo tired after a run and won't be able to do anything else. Besides... sitting on a couch eating a bag of chips while watching a season of Suits is a better way to spend an afternoon. Isn't it?

True...but here's the thing. If I was to sit on that couch and watch suits, my layers of blubber aren't going to mysteriously disappear. So, finally, after about only 10 years of procrastination, I took out my running shoes. And ran. On my own accord.

Given my weight and the upcoming GCE 'A' levels, I think I'm going to take this slimming thing slow.

My plan looks something like:

1. STAMINA BUILDING

2. Hardcore slimming

I hope that with this blog, I can get myself into a routine of exercising (I've got to start somewhere right?) and also to get some of you procrastinators out there to put on them running shoes and head down to a track. If you are embarrassed about running on that track just because you look a little on the plus side, DON'T BE. I had that exact same worry as you did and I kept postponing the run. However, when I got onto the track, I realised that other people are too busy minding their own businesses to mind mine.

Remember, you are running for yourself and never let anyone else's opinions stop you from starting a run. If you're still considering whether you want to start a run, stop thinking and like what Nike always says " Just Do It".

So...

ON YOUR MARKS. GET SET. START.