This is me on April 2015 that is about ten months ago, 200 pounds, difficulty in breathing, high-blood pressure and limited range of motion and activities. It does sound a bit of a diagnostic sheet straight out from a hospital record, but yeah, I was pretty much a hospital emergency room patient waiting to happen.
Being someone who loves travel I started complaining about struggling to breath whenever I try to sleep or even just slouch on an economy seat in a plane, cramped up on that tiny space with my big body. I also noticed that climbing mountains, walking long distance or maybe staying snorkeled underwater watching those fishes longer became more difficult.
Gaining that extra weight one pound at time didn’t seem to bother me, I have always been that never slim fat guy. I knew I was fat but it didn’t felt like it, you never get to mind or notice it. That was lethal.
One day I woke up after a long sleep feeling unrested with my body feeling sore. I was told that I was snoring like jack hammer trying to break a road. I thought it was something serious already. I looked at the mirror and for once I saw my reality, not just that I am fat – I already knew that – but I was somebody who has become less mobile and a heart attack waiting to happen. I wanted change, I wasn’t happy anymore.
I tried going back to the gym only to find out that it was not for me I get bored easily. I need something that I could do maybe in groups that can motivate me not to give up just like others in the class do. But I was scared as hell to join classes. Things keep running up in my head like what if I get embarrassed or what if they beat me up and I end up in the hospital, damn I wish I am exaggerating. But as if the heavens cleared up to answer my prayer, a co-worker invited me to one of the Muay Thai Classes that she attends. I was ecstatic, I couldn’t hold my excitement like I didn’t have to think twice or think at all and just said yes!