The first few weeks of the fat loss program, especially for someone like me, were a torture. The exercises were killing and my body protested vehemently on every move that I made.
My brother kept forcing me to do more…one more rep, one more pushup or pull up and I resented him for it. The weight, my attitude (most of my weight was in my head) acted like barriers to everything. Everytime I tried an exercise I was scared of the pain and the possible injury that I would experience. But like I said, most of it was in my head.
As the diet progressed, my body grew lighter (kilogram by kilogram), some of those exercises started looking easier. I could do them and did not have to worry about hurting myself.
It is a beautiful feeling when your body starts responding to your efforts. You suddenly start feeling stronger and lighter. You start looking at yourself in the mirror at those subtle changes. The bulges become softer, the curves start blending and you start liking yourself. It is a long journey but these moments make it worthwhile.
My Fat Loss Journey 