Pkchukiss - Reality Wine

I know that the tyre around my stomach is swelling at a really bad pace - right now it is about the same size as when I was in the middle of my Basic Military Training in January 2003. Grandmother couldn’t be prouder that her grandson has grown in breadth once again after the evil Singapore Armed Forces forced him to shrink 2 years ago.

Regardless of both their opinion, I don’t like carrying a tyre around my stomach. Basically, those 2 years without it have made it extremely easy to miss sitting down and leaning forward without a protruding mid-section that consistently reminds you of its omnipresence. Therefore, I am going to make the conscientious effort to get that nice feeling back.

Not to mention the heartburn. It happened to me again last Sunday. Going by the advice of fellow forum members, it is likely I am actually descending into the great land of fatness, and will probably gravitate faster if I don’t start doing something to shed the excess calories that are just sitting packed into my body. Thoroughly shocked at the prospect of becoming fat again, I have started on a comprehensive exercise regime to gradually reduce my burden.

On Monday, I bit the bullet and did a 3 km basic run at my normal speed. At least what I thought was my usual speed during National Service. I had to slow down many times to dampen my heart, which I remember had not raced at that incredible speed since during my BMT training period, where I was beginning to shed those kilograms. I knew that I had a long way to go, and couldn’t risk exhausting myself on the first day to give myself an excuse to skive on Tuesday, so I went home.

… and woke up on Tuesday with a terribly dull sensation in my leg. Already it was like me going through BMT again, and my muscles ached enough to remind me of those days of relentless training. That morning, I dragged literally lead to work, and couldn’t be bothered to walk too much during the day. In the evening, I ran again, this time opting for short sprints.

The starting and stopping nearly drove my heart insane, and I had to stop earlier than scheduled as I still had Wednesday on the cards. The plan was to establish a routine before intensity, so I had to bid my time. It can get quite unbearable to control my speed when I see seasoned joggers (50 year old ladies) over-taking this young 20 year-old who was only recently just out of National Service, so I was thankful that I started around the time they were wrapping up their final laps. That allowed me to overtake them, which made me feel really good.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue on Wednesday morning. I could barely wake up to go to work, and ended up feeling really sleepy at work. That the callers asked weird questions didn’t help, and I felt as if I was at a testosterone low when I walked the 1km from the bus stop to my house. I forced myself to run anyway, since that was what I would have been forced to do anyway back in my BMT.

This time I only did 2 rounds of slow jogging around my estate. The heart racing wasn’t that bad, but I could tell that it was still working really hard, as if trying to expel something from my lungs. I hoped that Thursday would be better, and went to sleep early.

This morning, the sun shone brightly on my back (my room window faces east), but I woke up with a soreness in my throat. I remembered that I had sore throats whenever I didn’t drink enough water after running, but it was puzzling that it came again this time since I remembered gulping down lots of water after Wednesday.

Reported sick from work, and sat down at home. After lunch, the feeling of fatness came again, and I decide to go swimming. Just let me cross my fingers that sore throat cannot be spread through water.

Perhaps chlorine can do some good for my sore throat.

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