Last Saturday I decided I'd had enough of being a hambeast. I've been slim before, when I was around six, after which it was all downhill with me getting fatter and fatter year after year. To give you an idea of how fat I am currently, I'm 178 centimeters tall and weigh around 110-112 kilos. That means I have to lose about 32-35 kilos to reach my ideal weight. I'm actually surprised how little it is, considering the fact that I look so damn fat (at least I and the non-slimming mirrors think so).

So, last Saturday I decided to hit the road. A bit of running, a bit of jogging, some walking would do the trick, I thought. I had planned out a nice route going through the local forest which I'd run through at least four times a week. I'm also planning to get a gym membership this week.

All went well and I felt pretty good afterwards, albeit a bit sore (should've done the warm-up streches a bit better).

After resting on Sunday (let's not be too harsh, still a beginner) I decided I'd go again today. This turned out to be a not so good idea...

After running for a while my feet started to feel heavy-ish, making running a pain. I did feel I could run a bit longer than usually, but soon this was happily dispelled by whatever cosmic force out there when I started having trouble breathing. I'm 19 now, been an asthmatic since the age of five, so the feeling of being suffocated by invisible hands is not new to me. But this time it was just soul-crushing. I wheezed and gasped for whatever small bits of oxygen I could gather in my prunish lungs to keep me alive. Since this happened on a stretch of busy road, I saw two teenage kids on a scooter coming my way that, upon seeing me, decided that yelling assorted weight-related profanities would help me in some unknown way to breathe better. At this point you could clearly see me trying to breathe in air.

I deemed it best to turn back home (I had already gone pretty far by the time I began to have breathing problems) and so I crawled back at a speed of, in hindsight, probably less than a mile per hour. It was just so damn hard to breathe and I constantly felt I was going to suffocate at any minute.

I took my asthma medicine just now before going online and I feel much better. I'm very disappointed that I couldn't finish my self-defined course, but I guess it's better than nothing. Gonna do it again tomorrow, hopefully with success.