Fat hopes.
22 Apr
I’ve been somewhat of an awkward kid when I was growing up. I was a fat kid who weighed 48kgs by the time I was 10, 60kgs when I was 12 and peaked at 75kgs when I was 16. I only started losing some weight when I was 17 due to a random epiphany that struck me and made me start running at the stadium beside me. Of course it helped that one of my bestest friends, Pearl, was the National 400m record holder in Singapore at that time and she was sweet enough to care and encourage someone, who was almost like an anti-thesis (because I never liked to exercise) to her existence as a national athlete, to exercise and be healthy. Being a fat kid was tough. I had many dreams and hopes but all of them were smashed to smithereens because of my larger-than-life physique. I would like to share a couple of incidences that I could still remember from my past… (more…)
