100-days challenge

Me with my sister. As I look at these photos, only 1 thing comes into my mind:

WHAT THE EFFIN' HELL HAPPENED TO ME? :|

As I woke up from my afternoon nap, I was in the mood for a jog. Seriously, IDK why I always need to have a person to do stuff with me. (Damn. I am so dependent on people. :|) So, there. I opted not to 'cause I have nobody to jog with around Ateneo. So I decided to stretch, instead.

IDK if that was such a good idea, but it did make me realize something. Well, I'd like to think I am fairly flexible, but a series of events made me think otherwise.

First of all, I got tired really reaaaaally easily. I started panting like a pig after just one effin' exercise. Secondly, air bicycle thing made me realize how big my thighs are. F*ck.

F*ck. F*ck.

I knew I was fat. I just didn't see HOW fat. This is so alarming. I don't think I'm overreacting. I mean, LOOK AT THE EFFIN' PICTURES. And there's only like 2-3 years of eating between them. I weighed myself and F*CK. F********CK. :| From 4th grade, until the end of 2nd high school, I only weighed 49kg. AND GUESS WHERE I AM NOW. F*CK. I AM STANDING AT FREAKING 74kg. THAT'S A EFFIN' 25kg GAIN IN JUST WHAT? 3 years? FUUUUUUUU. :|

I AM SERIOUSLY ALARMED NOW.

I SERIOUSLY HATED MY SELF-CONSCIOUS SELF, BUT I HATE MY FAT SELF MORE.

I CHALLENGE MYSELF TO A 100-day diet.

IF THIS DOESN'T WORK, THEN F*CK ALL THIS.