I Do Not Want To Be Fat Forever :)

This be the last post for Roseletter. Because I'm moving to Zaftig and Subrosa! Link here.

In reverence to this once-loved blog, I'll be leaving a post about my so-far best endeavor I had taken for the past few months.

The Background.

If you line up the ladies of my father's clan, it will be quite an embarassment. Here's a mildly exaggerated visual aid.

Seriously though, to put it in a more realistic yet still reality-bites statement, my first cousins, my aunts, and some more of my second cousins are fat, worse, not just fat, we range from overweight to obese. I'm lucky to not make it to the obese category. Should have I never been vain and conscious before, it could have been worse today. It came to the point though, where I did the wrong mantra every waking day, "who cares if I'm fat?"  It's definitely correct to not allow ourselves to feel down. The thing is, there's a danger to that. It's the tendency to set our minds incorrectly. Instead of striving to do something to improve our unhealthy physiological state, we tend to make it worse by thinking that since we're already fat, then so be it. We do nothing about it and worse, we eat more and more and more. We become psychologically out of shape as well.

Basically, it's in my genes. And wrong eating habits, well, basically over-all lifestyle.

The last time I ever had my weight in the line of 5 was when I was in my secondary days. I was 15 and weighed 59. My mother used to tell me it was a feat for them to feed me when I was a kid. But when I entered my teen years, at 11, Grade 6 in my primary years, I started to store those baby fats permanently. At 12, I came across the Cabbage Soup diet, prepared pineapple slices, put it in my lunch box and ate it for lunch with my bestfriend who recalls today I've been doing diets since time immemorial and complains it's been a decade and still no results. Until last week, she was shocked and surprised as I broke to her the news I have finally got those several pounds off me ~ and still counting!

A Decisive Point.


This year. This was me last July. Do I have to say more?

This photo made me realize that all the dieting, the yoga, the work out, all in my own efforts are all in vain. I recognize that discipline was one of my issues. I know! My fault. But where do I turn to? What do I do? I'm 25. My mathematical skills say, I've been fat for 14 years. That is more than half of my lifetime as I write this today! So I finally gave in and  I gave myself a chance. Two months from the day I started my slimming program, I managed to pull my weight back to line of 5 again, reduced a significant amount of body fats replacing them with muscle mass, and slashed the health hazard visceral fat to half and now it's in the healthy range! My paternal line has history of diabetes and hypertension, so is my maternal side, adding cancer to those. If I don't get myself healthy now, I dread the day in the future engulfed with various health risks and issues. As my slimming program is ending soon, so far, I've felt the changes, noticed the improvement and got great results. Well, I'd be able to fulfill my desire after all ~ I won't be fat forever.

I was scheduled for a themed photoshoot by my photography-enthusiast friend (my next post to be posted in Zaftig and Subrosa). In preparation, I took a shot of what I will be wearing for the event. So here was me last week ~ a foretaste of what I have become since the last July pose. And it doesn't end here even if the program ends. I have made this health improvement and weight management a personal conviction. This is just the jumpstart for a healthier and better me! :)

This is something that's too good to be kept to myself. I've started to share it especially with my parents, soon with the rest of my family and friends. They too, deserve to be healthy and happy! :)