There are a myriad of reasons as to why one would want to live healthily. The obvious ones being that a healthy lifestyle (aka a balanced diet + exercise + 8 hours of sleep) will lead to a better physique and complexion, which, will in turn do wonders to one's level of attractiveness.
Just imagine. Mark Lee with a clear, smooth complexion and a muscular build... ... ... ... ... ...
Not quite a good example. However it will still be a vast improvement.
And then, imagine... let's say Brad Pitt with a stickman's build and orange skin complexion...
For those of you who catches no ball, what I am trying to say here is that while one might be born ok looking, a bad complexion and a poor physique could still make one downright ugly. That is why I have been torturing myself by running, going to the gym and forcing myself to sleep early.
In short, the path to a healthy lifestyle is a path of tremendous pain and suffering.
Basically this is my plan for the next 3 months:
Every morning shift: Gym in the afternoon. Sleep around 1030pm
Every afternoon shift: Jog in the morning. Sleep around 1015pm
Dota: No Dota action after 930pm
Diet: Eat a lot... whenever I can.
My morning shift is from 7am to 3pm while my afternoon shift is from 1215pm to 730pm.
What happened:
First Gym Session: Injured my right arm while doing bicep curls =.=
First jog: Felt like dying after completing 6 rounds on the stadium tracks. Suspect that my timing is around 15 mins. Damn.
Sleep: Went to bed at around 1045pm last Thursday. Counted sheep until around 1 am. Woke up 530am for work.
Dota: Friend jio-ed me for Dota at around 10pm (I've forgotten on which day) saying that they need one more to play 5v5. I agreed even though I had planned to sleep around 1030pm. Proceed to spend 1 hour getting thrashed in Dota. Went to sleep at 11pm+ feeling damn pissed. Dota sucks... Big Time...
So in actual fact, nothing had happened according to plan and I am actually feeling less healthy than when I started.
However, contrary to popular belief, I am a man of iron will and discipline. I believe in finishing what I have started and that is why I will continue on this path of self destruction. In fact, I have so much determination that I had just forced myself to go for another gym session, focusing on chest exercises so as not to stress my right arm.
The result of this determination? Very painful neh nehs.
Life truly sucks.
