The One About Hemorrhoids

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 Let me start by saying something important: nobody warns you about adulthood properly. It Started Innocently. Everything was normal. I woke up, drank my tea, minded my business like a responsible citizen. Around midday, I felt pressed and off to the loo I went to do a number two. Five minutes after, my life changed. Chaos. The Moment of Realization Let me tell you something: when hemorrhoids arrive, they do not knock politely . They enter like an uninvited relative during Christmas. Suddenly sitting down is no longer an activity. It becomes a negotiation with destiny . I sat down. My body said: “Excuse me, who authorized this?” I stood up. My body said: “Where do you think you're going? ” At that point I realized this pain is not joking with me. The Walk of Suffering Let me talk about walking. Normally, walking is simple. Left leg and right leg abi? But when hemorrhoids flare up, you start walking like someone that is transporting fragile eggs between your bu...
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2019....THE END OF A DECADE

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And in a few hours 2019 will roll by, the end of a decade. Quite a number of people have argued this ''end of a decade" thing but see no one really cares.

We are moving into the year 2020 !!!

This outgoing decade has been very eventful for me. So many coulda, woulda, shoulda's but hey life doesn't stop for anyone.

I  had a lot of plans:

1. To get another degree (Achieved)
2. To go back to size 8 (if wishes were horses, still a size 12)
3. To stop taking fizzy drinks. (There is a bottle of Teem right in front of me as I type this)
4. To be more adventurous with food.( For where, same ol' stuff)
5. To go out more (On this one, I tried)
6. To be very deliberate about my happiness. (I tried)
7. To revive my blog (if you ever get to see this post then I did)
8. To trust God even when everything looks bleak ( I am work in progress)
9. To travel more ( Between Buhari and Osinbajo I don't know who to blame)
10. To migrate ( I am still here sha...very long story)

I became more health conscious when randomly one day,I couldn't bend down to buckle my sandals!!
For crying out loud, I just turned 40. If at 40,I am unable to buckle my own shoes,what will happen when i am 45, 50??

I started with 4.5km walk 2 times a week. I lost 5kg in a month but the love for bread and very chilled Pepsi won't let me be great.

I decided to join the gym this December, first few days I was on a roll. Presently, I have been unable to lift my legs without groaning for the past 3 days  because I have sore muscles.

You people did not tell me that gym life is not for the faint hearted

I am not doing again.

Na fat I fat I no kill pesin.




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