It's been roughly a month and a half since I firmly decided to go on a diet and shed a chubb. I was then so optimistic that I'll be able to achieve my desired weight and that will soon boost my confidence to strip off this summer. Little did I get encouragement from my friends that I'll be able to "make wonders" since I'm an alcoholic, a couch potato and a construction worker-type eater. On top of that, even my girl denied the fact that I can stay long imprisoned with my disciplined goal.
I proved them all WRONG!
Last night, I visited a pet shop. Yeah, heard me right! A PET SHOP! A clinic where we had to consult a vet for Chei-Chei's (japanese spitz) check up. She is suffering from chewing gum fits, a sign of canine distemper. Poor Bitch! (a female dog). Good thing, she brought to world an extremely cute pup named "Peachy"! a month ago which will (soon could) be her legacy. I had fun during the visit because I happened to play with a chubby chihuahua! He really looks like a piglet! And there also, I found sonic hedgehog. Cool! Well, but a sleepy one. Enough of this.
Going back, while waiting for the vet to show up (though she really never showed up, her assistant instead), I spotted a weighing scale (that of human!) so let me just say, bathroom scale. Without hesitations, I stand on it, and it freaked me out knowing I only weighed 121 lbs (55 kls). I heft myself around 133 lbs (60 kls) more than a month way back. That's freaking 12lbs! Stupendously unbelievable!
So now, I am holding my head up high (my chin's visible now!) 'cuz I MADE IT! Quoting from "The Pursuit of Happyness", "Don't let anyone tell you, 'you can't', even me", during the father and son scene. I just can't forget this.
Anyone out there with a flabby tummy, protruding man boobs, and slappy torsos ... Shed the Chubb! If I can do it, so can YOU!
Get well soon, Chei-Chei!