The 54th Deadline: Body

I have never been one for exercise, mainly due to laziness. Even when I dabbled in high school sports for a bit, I found myself not enjoying this kind of physical activity in general. It always bored me, so I never figured out why some people just loved working out. But as I have gotten older, and feeling grossly out of shape, I became disgusted at myself.

At this point, I do not feel good about my body. I know there is a lot of talk about fat shaming and all, yet there are valid points as well. If you take the put-downs aside, being “fat” is not how humans should be. I hate to break it to some people out there. You are not supposed to be obese if you can help it. But with this in mind, by all means, I am not saying I embody physical perfection. If anything, I guess being aware that I could treat my body with better care is what aggravates me to no end.

Therefore, I have implemented light exercise into my everyday routine to get the ball rolling. I do not need to become a bonafide gym rat tomorrow or anything like that. I just need to get the foundation set. As someone who has neglected exercise for many years, teaching my body to get used to this kind of stuff has been tricky.

Sticking with It
 However, progress is perseverance.

It has been two weeks so far, and I am starting to acclimate myself with my attempts for a healthier me.

Every morning after I wake up, I go for a walk around the neighborhood. It is not a rigorous walk or anything like that. It just helps me shake off some drowsiness and allows my brain to turn on before I go about my day. Afterward, I do stretches and other uncomplicated stuff like push-ups for at least 30 minutes.

Baby steps.

This approach is not meant to become an intense, sweat-induced kind of thing when I finish. But even after two weeks, I am starting to “like” doing this. I also feel better already. I feel “thinner” as well, though I must intensify this routine if I want ideal results.

Nonetheless, I am proud of myself for making it this far. A long time ago, I would have given up within the first few days. Yup, I am not going to lie. I could see myself doing that, at least the weaker me.

I would just magically “forget” to do this straightforward walk-and-stretch spiel one day and then never pick it up again.

But you just have to commit toward a healthier version of yourself.

The Weight of the Matter
 Again, I am not trying to fat shame anyone else out there. If anything, I feel compelled to do these things for the sake of personal health and self-esteem. I do not want to be 250+ pounds of fat in the next few years and die around the age of 40. That thought scares the crap out of me.

So for now, it starts with a daily walk and stretch session. Down the road, I could elevate the program into a jog and proper cardio. And after that — who knows? I will transform — if the universe allows it — into a physically fit person by the definition and could be happy about myself.

Some say your body is like a temple. But for me, I guess I have neglected my body so much that the temple looks like crap on the outside and is in need of some sprucing up.

So to those of you who are fighting the good fight for a better you, don’t give up! I am right there with you. One step at a time.

“Hope is my catalyst.” — Nhan Fiction Pham


Originally published at The 54th Deadline.

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