They weighed me in the clinic

and for the first time in my life, I've been called a jumbo jet. I've been called many names before, but a jumbo jet? That's an enormous insult. With the advent of the Superjumbo Airbus A380, this only counts as the 2nd-worst insult one can possibly have about his weight, but it's only a minor consolation.



The bright LED lights on the weighing machine screamed out "74.7". I know I'm actually a little lighter than that (my home scale says so), but gosh, the symbolism!

That's it. I'm going to add a correction factor of 2.2kg on the reading on my scale, so that I have a reference point to start from. From today onwards, apart from passing my impending exams, my main life goal would be to lose weight. And gain fitness. Mainly the weight part.

I've been eating rather uncontrollably lately due to emotional issues, and exercising less. I NEED to correct this root of the problem. And stop using food as a coping mechanism.

I'm already in the midst of understanding myself better and getting in control with my emotions, but food had always been a coping mechanism for me since I was little. I don't think its possible to completely avoid that, but I sure am going to mitigate the intensity of my emotional eating.

So, there. That's my 2nd life goal for now. And I hope that you, eager blog readers, will be supportive of it. Actively supportive.

I'm making the first step by putting my goal and plans on public, so that there's some accountability.

And I'll report back with pictures of Boeing 737s, 727s and 707s when I reach the corresponding weights.

Wish me luck.

I'd really love to post a photo of a Gulfstream G650 here.