Yes folks. I’ve said it once and will say it again. I’m on a diet. The difference this time is that it’s the real deal. No BS, no cheat days, no food splurges, no midnight snacks (gulp), no cola, no beer (sorry guys) for me. I know this will be tough. Torture is even an understatement. Death will be the sweet release. The challenge is gargantuan. As I type this away, a picture of my all-time favorite 2-piece chickenjoy flashes on my mind. Heck, even hearing the word “2 cups of rice” is enough to send me in an episode of seizure. But, as the Chinese say, “A journey begins with the first step”. This would be my first step in staying healthy.
This health craze all started with our climb to Mt. Maculot last February. Being the idiot that I was, I thought it would be easy. What I didn’t know is that it will shake me from the slumbers of false ideology of good health.
We weren’t even halfway to the mountain and I was already out of breath. I was dead before we even started. Unknowingly, I set a course record for climbing Mt. Maculot. I finished it at around 5 hours whereas it should only take 3 hours to do so. Good grief. After that climb, I resolved that I should fix my health. No ifs and buts. It was for my own damn good.
And so, I decided to run. I joined my collegues who were into running. I admit, at first I was hesitant. But it was temporary. Once I started to run, I knew there was no stopping. And so last month, I was able to complete 46.6 miles (75km). I was surprised myself. It motivated me. I know I can do this.
I still have a long way to go and the temptations will always be there. I won’t deny that I may falter. But I know it will be part of my journey. It will make me strong, determined. It will make me want to achieve this goal even more.
photo credit: Tara RUNah