One of the things that I missed most when I moved to Thailand was Filipino food. I absolutely loathed the shit that they tried to pass off for food in that country, and after living there for nearly a year and a half, I've had enough. It was no wonder, then, that the moment I set foot in my own country, I attacked Filipino food like it was going out of fashion.
Months later, I was a good 15 pounds heavier and finding it next to impossible to cut down on food. It didn't help that I worked from home and maintained a largely sedentary lifestyle. With my wedding a month away, I decided to take matters into my own hands and started taking fat burners.
This is what I looked like on my birthday back in March (my arms = ick), a few days before I started 'em pills (and yes, that's Chinese food you're seeing - patatim, anyone?):
This is what I looked like - post pills - on my wedding:
This is what I looked like on vacation with the family a few weeks later - and what I still look like now (I slouch and it's bad, I know!):
Whoever said weight isn't everything has never lost any. It feels good!
Oh my God! You’re stick-thin! You’re thinner than I am. I hate you!