Not the first non serendipitious discovery but...(part 3)

I continued my daily jogging regime as days became weeks, and weeks became months. My stamina gradually improved and i was doing longer duration jogs unconciously. Initially when i started, i could only do fifteen minutes of sprint /stop before collapsing in a heap. Then it became 20minutes, half an hour 3 months ago, and now i could do an hour.

And its all thanks to my beloved iPOD Nano that i could go that far. I initially had some dumb brand mp3 player that broke down in only 2 months (it only costed $100+ and was a AA battery user) and another one that spoiled when i forgot to take it out of the washing machine. My decision to buy the iPOD was certainly a excellent investment as it accompanied me throughout most of my jogging time and now even as i go out, i never forget to leave home without it.

I remembered the first pains i experienced was in my sides of my waist, my back and my shins. They ached ever so terribly whenever i jogged and was so bad, i nearly cried out sometimes when i tried to limp back home. Good ol' mum would rub the ointment on my shins and i would act like a pig being muffled while having its trotters slowly sawn off.. X_X But the efforts paid off gradually. Extremely slowly but surely, people started commenting that i lost weight. That praise and encouragement was enough to fuel my attempts further! My blood sugar count went down and the doctor said i was managing my diabetes condition somewhat well. Then, i started experience knee pains that still stayed till today. I swim most of the time now as even though i bought knee pads, i didnt want to risk hurting my ligaments etc. by wearing off my knees like that. My clothes got looser faster than ever by the weeks and months, and my Giordano dropped 1 size , and i'm currently looking to buy an even smaller size one this week. I was literally buying a new size every 2 months but it was god damn worth it! My saga continues as i aim to hit 77 kg (I'm not very sure about my current weight now as i hardly get the chance to weigh myself but last it was around 85 2-3 weeks ago)

Will i be in time to greet the new year when i hit my goal weight? I definitely celebrate christmas happily though ^_^

Not the first non serendipitious discovery but...(part 2)

I committed to myself to look great again and mentally prepared to go through a tough period.. But who would have thought of it.. It was really hell as i think back. I started my diet of no rice and purely vegetables and meat. My mood declined and i became extremely irritable, and i basically snapped at my poor camp friends at the slightest thing like talking too loudly while i was doing work or disturbing me when i'm sleeping. I do apologise a while afterward but i just can't help it... I felt really terrible. My jogging regime was even worse. I practically forced myself to jog / run / sprint and many times collapsed in a heap. It was really terrible. Many times i felt like giving up and laze at home, but it was mum who keep pressuring me to go jog or so. I would create that "forced-to-do-it" feeling that i always harbour against my mum.

Whenever i felt like snacking or eating extra portions, it was also mum who stopped me and again made me hate her for not letting me eat. Granted, i could ignore her and continue but something inside me made me gave in to what she tells me to. I became more active in sports and stuff, and who would have though of that... I had to stop my regime for 2 weeks entirely, during this year's chinese new year period. I forgot to bring my shoes during our camp's weekly games day and couldn't play soccer with the rest of them. Being the chums they are, they knew i trying to lose weight and again pressured me to join them. After playing a while in half uniform with working shoes (=.="), i realised that my reflexes were real handicapped because of the shoes.... SOOO, i took it off and had only socks on my feet as i played. Oh yes, did i mention it was a god damn street soccer court? The floor was rock hard concrete, and soon i feel a strange sensation building in both the soles of my feet. I ignored it and continued playing soccer. After about almost an hour, i literally felt my feet burning and so i stopped. At first, i assumed it must be the friction only so i paid it no mind, but with every step i take, a sharp stinging pain jolted both my feet and i had to walk on the sides of my feet in a strange manner, albeit to the stares coming from everyone. It was then when i got home and took off my socks that i had the shock of my life.... The entire skin of both feet soles were peeling off!!! No wonder i felt so terrible when i tried to walk. Can you imagine the pain of walking slowly and painfully to get water to drink or thinking twice about whether to answer nature's call when i had a stomachache or had a full bladder. Many times, i had to endure the miserable feeling until i absolutely couldnt stand it and limped / hobbled my way to the toilet to relieve myself

I decided on getting a MC from a doctor to tide it over so i got mum to bring me to a polyclinic and i called my camp warrant officer to tell him what happened and for permission to report sick outside. He agreed and we took a cab to the polyclinic and waitied for our turn after performing the neccesary registration procedures. It was almost my turn after waiting for half an hour when i received a call from camp. I took it , and almost immediately wished i didn't. He told me to come back to the camp medical centre to get a medical leave and get my legs treated. Amidst the colourful verbal swearing and getting dressed in uniform again, i grudingly went back to the camp medical centre. I didn't get a medical leave but got my feet bandaged after some painful iodine treatment. As my skin was peeling off to reveal the muscle underneath, it was raw and tender and the slightest touch can jolt me terribly. And to think the medic was a plump malay guy who said he had to use tweezers to take out some dirt underneath the skin, it was a fun filled half an hour in the treatment room where i suffered in silence. ( I couldn't scream cos i was in camp, as much as i wanted to...) I even had to do duty in camp but luckily our duty was sedentary office stationing so it wasn't that bad (I brought my PS2 to play as my CNY duty day was CNY eve in the morning to evening only (lucky me) )

When i got back to office, my warrant officer expressed his apologies as he didnt know there was no medical leave granted for such conditions. I smiled unconvincingly but there was a burning rage i harboured inside against the sadistic sonuva-***** for making me come back. Nevertheless, Chinese new year came and my maternal family members came for their annual steamboat reunion dinner every CNY eve and ooooed / ahhhhed at my poor feet.

Nevertheless, i was out of action for 2 weeks and my mum said i seemed to have put on some weight again.. It was then that i swore to myself, i'm gonna work doubly hard when i recover!!

To be continued...