Last month, I met someone who was mentioning his interest in writing. He apparently was documenting something he was experimenting in his life. He said, "I started with day 0, which no one does." At that moment, it sounded awkward and strange.
Now while documenting the upcoming months of my life, I am starting with day zero. Huh!
So today, day zero, I am writing down the thoughts that are stirred up in my mind based on facts, opinions, and experiences. This is going to be a major project of mine in the coming months.
So, I am planning to go full throttle on my makeover. I choose to call it a makeover instead of weight loss as the former demands a lot more than just losing weight.
In this post, I am strictly limiting myself to the superficial. Otherwise, it will turn out to be an essay crossing 9000 words. I am certain that even I won't have the patience to read it again in the future and reminisce.
For people who are fat or skinny, get into shape. Period!
Although it might not seem conventional to conform to what others consider normal, it is important to conform to something appealing.
Speaking of opinions, almost everyone, regardless of what they are striving for in their own lives, will judge you if you are not appealing. Most of the times, it is OK if all this remains within the mind. But this judgement is explicitly or implicitly demonstrated on this individual.
I am going to lay down a few points that arise from a retrospection of experiences.
I am basically not an ugly person. I am gifted with the normalcy of two eyes, two ears, a nose and a mouth all in place. But I am obese. There was a point in time when I was morbidly obese, and it was by no means a happy phase for me nor pleasant for others around me. I came down to obese from morbidly obese after falling critically ill and narrowly escaping a grim death. Post this malady, I went into an existential crisis and while recovering, I decided to celebrate the fact that I am alive whenever I am alive. So I started dressing up well. Which means, I started wearing some make-up. I have noticed a marked difference in the way I am treated by the very same people who have subjected me to ill-treatment. Something that took me by shock was that children began noticing me only after I dressed up. These are the same children who have actually seen me and spent time with me before. They told their mother at one point "But I am seeing her for the first time!"
I also recollected success of people who put an effort on their looks. I honestly, never ever did. To the point that a therapist once scolded me about the absence of effort on my looks.
As for facts, the world wide web has explosive content to back up this. feel free to check it out.
So day zero starts with me reminding myself of the importance of working on my looks. This is actually a journey within.
On the following days, I will be working on my self-grooming (Yes, I know, this is something that I should have done ten years ago. But hey, I am a late bloomer, and better late than never!)
Now while documenting the upcoming months of my life, I am starting with day zero. Huh!
So today, day zero, I am writing down the thoughts that are stirred up in my mind based on facts, opinions, and experiences. This is going to be a major project of mine in the coming months.
So, I am planning to go full throttle on my makeover. I choose to call it a makeover instead of weight loss as the former demands a lot more than just losing weight.
In this post, I am strictly limiting myself to the superficial. Otherwise, it will turn out to be an essay crossing 9000 words. I am certain that even I won't have the patience to read it again in the future and reminisce.
For people who are fat or skinny, get into shape. Period!
Although it might not seem conventional to conform to what others consider normal, it is important to conform to something appealing.
Speaking of opinions, almost everyone, regardless of what they are striving for in their own lives, will judge you if you are not appealing. Most of the times, it is OK if all this remains within the mind. But this judgement is explicitly or implicitly demonstrated on this individual.
I am going to lay down a few points that arise from a retrospection of experiences.
I am basically not an ugly person. I am gifted with the normalcy of two eyes, two ears, a nose and a mouth all in place. But I am obese. There was a point in time when I was morbidly obese, and it was by no means a happy phase for me nor pleasant for others around me. I came down to obese from morbidly obese after falling critically ill and narrowly escaping a grim death. Post this malady, I went into an existential crisis and while recovering, I decided to celebrate the fact that I am alive whenever I am alive. So I started dressing up well. Which means, I started wearing some make-up. I have noticed a marked difference in the way I am treated by the very same people who have subjected me to ill-treatment. Something that took me by shock was that children began noticing me only after I dressed up. These are the same children who have actually seen me and spent time with me before. They told their mother at one point "But I am seeing her for the first time!"
I also recollected success of people who put an effort on their looks. I honestly, never ever did. To the point that a therapist once scolded me about the absence of effort on my looks.
As for facts, the world wide web has explosive content to back up this. feel free to check it out.
So day zero starts with me reminding myself of the importance of working on my looks. This is actually a journey within.
On the following days, I will be working on my self-grooming (Yes, I know, this is something that I should have done ten years ago. But hey, I am a late bloomer, and better late than never!)
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