The Preamble
I would rather disembowel myself with crusty rusty Kemahiran Hidup chisels than be caught saying this – Exercise is fun. Like actually.
How times have changed. I used to wear my gloat-ful glutton tag with glee, taking pride in every yummilicious mouthful of sin. Who cares if your waist expands? Life’s short! Carpe diem! Grow your girth and prosper! Gradually, I added kilograms to my frame and inches to my waist. Over a span of 5 years, my weight tracked bullishly while the stock markets tanked. At my peak, I just only tipped the scales at 100 kilos.
*Victory flabby belly dance*
Until I went for a compulsory health check for a new job. I entered the clinic right-as-rain, and I came out a hypertensive patient. I was only 31! And I had an artery-bursting blood pressure of 150/110! The doctor said that I must be put on medication immediately. Wha-?! Surely diet and exercise would help? Nope. Surely it’s rather mild? Nope. Surely it’s ok? Nope.
*Bloop*
That was the sound of the news sinking in. I was the quintessential remote control man. I led a life that was 10 times less active than sedentary. I sweated 4 buckets full when I walked up half a flight of stairs. My only exercise - walking to the fridge from the TV. And back.
The thought of ‘exercise’ scared me to bits. Sweaty smelly bodies with fungus friendly socks. Yuck. Only vainpots and unfairly endowed Adonis-es exercise. Definitely not me.
How times have changed. I used to wear my gloat-ful glutton tag with glee, taking pride in every yummilicious mouthful of sin. Who cares if your waist expands? Life’s short! Carpe diem! Grow your girth and prosper! Gradually, I added kilograms to my frame and inches to my waist. Over a span of 5 years, my weight tracked bullishly while the stock markets tanked. At my peak, I just only tipped the scales at 100 kilos.
*Victory flabby belly dance*
Until I went for a compulsory health check for a new job. I entered the clinic right-as-rain, and I came out a hypertensive patient. I was only 31! And I had an artery-bursting blood pressure of 150/110! The doctor said that I must be put on medication immediately. Wha-?! Surely diet and exercise would help? Nope. Surely it’s rather mild? Nope. Surely it’s ok? Nope.
*Bloop*
That was the sound of the news sinking in. I was the quintessential remote control man. I led a life that was 10 times less active than sedentary. I sweated 4 buckets full when I walked up half a flight of stairs. My only exercise - walking to the fridge from the TV. And back.
The thought of ‘exercise’ scared me to bits. Sweaty smelly bodies with fungus friendly socks. Yuck. Only vainpots and unfairly endowed Adonis-es exercise. Definitely not me.
Or so I thought.
posted by Chuang at 4:14 PM
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