Try and try

So today I finally wake up to the ultimate truth.  There is just the effort.  My face has a life of its own  sometimes it behaves sometimes it doesn't.  Like life trying to not turn into a dinosaur is a everyday effort.  I mean no longer looking for miracles but hoping that  I don't get off the try wagon.
So eating right is the new mantra.  No fatty stuff but home cooked food.  Making the right choice is more important than  giving  myself  a ultimatum.....
My better half got me a new phone and this phone loves me......

Working out is the only salvation.....have fallen off the wagon and the one kilo I had lost is back....eating right has helped me keep it at 60kgs.....two weeks till D Day ...

The lost race.....

If I had worked so hard on maths I probably would not be shocked each time I get my salary cheque.
Weight loss after 30 is a uphill task, the only time I have regretted being a wild child is when my nostrils get the better of me and I shove down tasty oily food and intoxicating divine liquor.

Last to last week I got my act together and hit the gym, food was also strictly controlled not till the moment I starved I just manged to stick to soup and fruits for dinner and presto one kilo weight loss the damn scale moved from 60 kilo to 59 and I have never been so happy, the face stopped being a swollen tomato and actual evolved a nose.

One alcohol party and easter later my face is lost again in fat and I dont have the balls to get on the scale. May is a wedding month with two close friends getting married and I had dreamed of being hot and happening that is now a distant dream I am shuddering even thinking about the depression I am going to feel when I look like a roll of wool rolled in the sari.

I have two weeks to go and I am expecting a miracle...... will keep you updated