The Bar

Like most of my friends, I am forever trying to lose weight. It is becoming increasingly hard to convince people that back in my early 20s I had a 24-inch waistline. Everyone I meet thinks THIS is the real me. Excuse me! Back when going to the gym 5 hours a day/7 days a week was unheard of, I had a to-die-for voluptuous bod.

But all that doesn't matter now, right? :(

I'm obsessed with losing weight for reasons other than vanity:

1. My lower-back scoliosis
2. My above-average risk of getting cancer
3. My above-average risk of having a heart ailment
4. My love for good food
5. My obsession to fit into "small" clothes
6. Competition, competition, competition (no need to expound)

In my quest to find utopia at 95 lbs. I have resorted to all sort of things. I've tried going to the gym. I've tried both cheap and expensive gyms. I've gotten into boxing, yoga, pilates, striptease, etc. I've tried Atkins but after two weeks I could no longer bear the discomfort of having a sore tongue, and I was already having cold sweats everytime I thought of Go Nuts' Pastillas de Leche doughnuts. Needless to say, I gained everything I've lost in 3 days. That became my last attempt at dieting.

These days I'm trying to go the "slow-but-sure route." One of the things that I'm trying seems to be working. It's suposedly better than yoga and Pilates. I've already lost several inches over the past several weeks.

I hope I succeed.