I've been feeling really low recently. Stepped on the scale and realized that I was at my heaviest weight since 2009. A whopping 118kg!
I'm not going to tell you that I didn't know how I missed the numbers slowly creeping up. For some reason, I was sure I would lose the weight amidst all the stress and late night eating.
This evening I saw the look of sadness in my father's eyes as he talked about my weight. See, I promised him that I would lose a significant amount of weight by the end of the year but have barely lost a kilogram.
Frankly, I'm disgusted at myself right now. 80% of my clothes don't fit and I've had enough of this embarrassing situation.
My new regime begins tomorrow. I have to make time for my health and lose these excess pounds.
Wish me luck and pray with and for me. I need all the help God can offer me.