In my previous blog post, I delved into the unexpected twist in my fitness journey – the intersection of love and food. But the saga didn't end there; it took a startling turn when I faced my reflection while preparing for my board exams.

Staring back at me was a shadow of my former self – my once-defined abs now a faded memory. It was a moment of disbelief. Despite maintaining my weightlifting routine three times a week, the absence of dedicated cardio sessions had taken its toll. I couldn't fathom how I had lost my abs, yet my arms and chest still boasted size and definition.

Amidst the humorous comments from my mum about my increasing size, I realized I needed to reclaim my abs. Weighing in at 235 pounds, the heaviest I had ever been, I knew it was time for a change.

Stay tuned as I unveil the next chapter in my journey, where I embark on a mission to summon back my abs and rediscover my path to fitness.




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