After a fatal mix of 10 nights on a cruise, and then the following 7 nights as a flu-ridden immobile blob, I have put on weight. Thus sinking into a pit of blubbery despair as I attempt to lose the added kilos without resorting to starving myself for a solid 5 days (at least). I think Josh would notice if I tried to.
The plan was instead to start eating healthier and exercising of a morning. Which is having much slower and less obvious results than simply not eating. (not surprisingly) but annoyingly. The remnants of the flu that still has me waking up in the middle of the night, coughing my lungs up, means that any physically straining exercise on the cardio front, is still out. Less I be reduced to a wheezing blob on the ground.
My current exercise regime involves waking up and going for a solid paced walk, around the hills of my hometown. Which I would count as better than no exercise at all. The sudden gain has left me refusing to wear any but one lone pair of shorts out outside of the house, until I return back to my regular self.
I took a photo of this "before" body, that I could not possibly share without having a flattering "after" shot to go alongside it. I feel embarrassed, as this is my first experience with noticeable weight gain. Even if it's only noticeable in my own eyes, and not anyone else's. My body, my issues.
Is this a wakeup call to not take my naturally small figure for granted? Probably. But I'm still unsure
if the sudden gain can be linked to anything in my lifestyle of late. A constant dose of cough syrup, antibiotics or even my garlic and horseradish supplements. Meant to ward off these flu symptoms that I've been riddled with.
I've long struggled with weight as a mental thing. Always believing that I needed to be thinner to match with my short stature of 5'1 (155cm). I'm probably oversharing now and I'll stop before I spill my guts to a bunch of people I've never met and way too many that I have.