My Transformation
A year ago, I eat what I felt I want to eat, drink a lot of beers four nights a week, and smoke till my throat bleed. During my rest days, I buried myself under heaps of pillows in front of my large-screen TV. DVD series are the usual target. The only time I get to stand was when I have to visit the comfort room or feel hungry, and hungry always I was! Roasted pig, fried chicken with skin on, roasted chicken liver, fried pork and everything that are so high in cholest erol plus sacks of rice are the usual meals awaiting me as I have my break. Immediately after eating as much as a thousand and more calo ries in one seating I go back to my room either to finish the movie or doze off. Exercise was pretty much taken out of my vocabulary. I was extremely obese, slouchy, slothful, and many other adjective you can think of to describe a young fat person. I don’t usually talk about this, but yes even my sex life was all gone. I’ve lost my energy and any exertion of force has become a great b...