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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