I have always thought that gaining weight is a very sad thing. However, once one reaches middle age, for a period of time, one indulges in all kinds of stress-relieving overeating and drinking every day, with a few ounces of white wine and a few bottles of beer. If this continues for a long time, coupled with frequent staying up late, the inevitable consequence is the increasing weight.
Recently, I weighed myself and found that my weight had also reached a record high. I felt like I was about to be sent to market. When I touched the flesh on my body, I felt that only my belly was getting bigger. I remember when I was at school, I could do dozens of pull-ups and push-ups with ease. 1,500 meters is also a piece of cake. But now with this weight, I can't even do five push-ups. My arms are weak. It's really too sad.
Lose weight! I don't want to be a fat person. (Starting from the NTH time).
I began to prepare all kinds of equipment. Fitness wristbands, skipping ropes, yoga MATS, fitness gloves, clothes and shoes... I began to pin my hopes on them. Old problems are indeed hard to get rid of. Form is always more important than content. When doing anything, the result is secondary. The “posture” must be right.
Looking forward to good news in a few months. I hope I can stick to this weight loss for a longer time.
