Life will never be the same!

Yeah, I’ll start with this one:

I was in college when I first heard this, and I like it. I was thinking of writing about something that will lift people up and motivate me to continue. Which will inevitably end on a sour note, into something existential, as usual. I was thinking about how did I start to do something that was postponed for so long, how did I avoid some half-ass effort, and how did stuff start to work.

The story is about my weight, but maybe can be applied to everything else in my life, now that I learn how to do it right. My story started a long time ago. For a considerable period of time, from age of 13 until the age of 27, my weight was constant, 62 kg. But then something happened, and the kilograms start to pile up, 2–3 extra to creep in every year, I presume it is just the aging process, yet, this makes me worried at times. I ended up going above 90–91 kg last summer. And this limit kind of started to ring a bell in my mind. So, I did a reality check, to see what I did wrong. Well, quite a bit, as it turns out. I was careless. I was eating fast food, 3 to 5 times a week. I was drinking fizzy drinks, quite a lot of them, enjoying the full-sugar Coca-Cola and energy drinks mostly. I was eating a lot of sweets. What can I say, I was all over. Add a hectic sleeping pattern to this, a sedentary life, and there you are, the poster child of the future old…