Today, I sort of went shopping for some clothes with my amazing mother. So despite the fact that I'm still getting smaller, I just decided to get some clothes my current size, because I decided that a) my super baggy clothes really make me look fatter than I really am. b) baggy clothes really really can be uncomfortable when they feel like they're falling off every second.
So I selected some, my mother selected some. But today's topic is not about that. The clothes have a story, but that's for another day.
So these few days, my weight loss has been a minor topic among my colleagues. By 'minor', I mean that it's a topic that lasts 3 minutes tops. They were surprised that I've lost 19kg, and some had told me that I already look fine with all the weight gone. My grandma herself even said it's already fine. I got a slight bit of reassurance from all of their words. I didn't expect to stop my routines, but I thought that maybe I could try easing up on them.
At least till this afternoon.
The thing about shopping is this. When you're shopping for men's clothes, other men are also around you shopping, so I can immediately grasp the fact that even though I got smaller, I'm still more "king-sized" than average guys. Which means I probably still have a long way to go.
Sort of a let down for me. I guess that even if I lost a lot, the main thing is in losing what needs to be lost. And I still haven't currently reach that target. Disheartening, but reality is like this. It was partially my fault that I got fatter and fatter back then too.
Now, all I can do is to try losing more, and more, till I reach my target. Got to do my best, and do what I can do now.
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