I seem to have put on a few kilos in the past few months. I have always been petite and this weight gain is a bit of a bummer. I am finding it difficult to adjust to it. At the same time, I am not really doing anything to fix it.
I turned 30 last year and the slowing metabolism is starting to show? I don’t really know. Weight was never a concern for me and now I am seeing noticeable differences.
It’s made me very self conscious. Not liking my pictures. Not feeling confident in my skin. This self pitying will have to stop at some point and will need to take some corrective actions.
Calling back that good friend of yours. Finishing that long overdue book you have been reading since four months. Cooking a dish you have been meaning to for days. Parceling a gift for your parents. Start that daily exercise routine. Coming out of the jungle mode and cutting your nails. Language lessons. Decluttering your desktop folders. Putting away your old unused set of clothes. Start binging on the series you have been wanting to watch.
Having all the time in the world and still not finding time for certain things.
I am 30 years old. April just swooped right past me and I turned a little older a week back. I am grateful for the fact that I can work from home, get paid and only have to complain about my mood swings from time to time. I wish to see my loved ones like everyone else in this situation. I want to remove any toxic traits from my life and work on my betterment. 30 was supposed to be a big deal. It kind of is. Here’s to another decade of growing from experiences. Let life surprise me in new ways. I sleep now.