When a whole nation is going through turmoil, with the different kinds of stress triggers all around us, with a not-so-promising national record, it almost seems impossible to stay focused on what matters. But this is exactly where my dilemma begins: what is it that actually matters?
One of life’s traps I frequently fell — and still fall — into is the comfort zone. I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the coziness, the certainty, and the stability behind the comfort zone; what’s nicer than knowing how your day, week, or month is going to end? In a rapidly moving, ever-more competitive world, the uncertainty and risk raised by trying something new are demotivating.
October 17, 2019. A day that marked the change in all our lives. Politics aside, one fact is clear: our lives aren’t the same anymore. In the past four chapters, I have emphasized the need to create consistency, raise food consciousness, and fight through dips. I never thought my preaching would be put to the test this soon and to this extent.
I was convinced that if I worked-out hard enough, I can eat whatever I want and be happy — and for a while I was. It wasn’t until I got habituated to my eating lifestyle that the negative aspects started to weigh in. The extra kilograms, the oily and outbreak-prone skin, the animal-like addiction to junk food, those were only some of the visible effects of my unhealthy eating habits.
Probably one of the toughest barriers about becoming someone you always dreamt of being is the struggle with the self. It is sad, yet sarcastically funny, how our biggest enemy to our success is, you guessed it, ourselves.
One thing’s for sure: going from 0 to a 100 in a snap isn’t just hard, but also unsustainable. My weight had reached an alarming number. I was able(and have done so) to eat two whole big Domino’s pizzas; pizza Tuesdays was something. I thought the only way was to go from nothing to everything.