I’m gonna pin this tweet as this thought had creeped into my mind lately. Since lockdown started i felt really uncomfortable with my fat and weight. I became lazy and just started sleeping and sitting all day in front of the computer.

It came to the point where the only thing i am really look into in the day was eating. Eat eat and being a lazy fuck. This mindset changed when Ramadhan comes. It was the first night of Ramadhan.

I was watching Jordan Peterson video about taking responsibility and get a damn hold of your life. Then I thought “damn this man words speaks volumes”. At that point I don’t even like my damn self and start really being negative about myself.

This whole convo had something to do with my past that changed my perspective about myself forever. I wasted my fucking life playing computer games all fucking day for 3 fucking years while lying to my parents about my academic situation. I don’t like myself.

I LACK responsibility and i LACK accountability. So back to the first night of Ramadhan. I decided to changed my views on some aspect of myself. The first aspect that I wanted to talk about is my health. I don’t feel good all day and I don’t feel healthy. It really was a sad shit

So i decided to work out, trying to burn my fat and shaped my body. First day I worked out, it was fucking hell man i tell you that. I felt like i was the biggest loser on the planet for not finishing 1 reps of squats. I fucking hate that feeling and i fucking hate myself for....

...For letting my nafs to overcome myself. You know what, i start to have thoughts where i said to myself i need to stop. There’s no way we could win this fight, and that this was fucking pointless no way i could rapidly changed. This was tiring as hell man, it really was

But idk why the next day, when my workout time came, my mom and dad encouraged me to be the better version of myself and cheered me up. Ooh boy that’s all i need really, the support from your loved ones. And i decided to continues my work out.

Well i skipped 2 days because my vertigo got me. But i remember saying to myself nah fuck this shit lmaoo. So I continued to do so until this day.

I started this Ramadhan at roughly 109kg. 17 days of workout and now i’m at 101. I lost 8kg in 17 days so i was like “oh? This could work!” And my side fat kind of flattened too so bit by bit i saw some improvement

And from now on, i am not stopping InshaAllah. Will do more updates on this thread InshaAllah!