Losing track...

We set goals, oaths, mission statements and lay out blueprint for the very purpose of realising a purpose or an intended target. It's in short, a projected path of advancement towards the objective. Yet, no matter how vaunted our planning skills may be, we may never be able to fully envision the pitfalls that lay stealthily in anticipation of our approach. One of such booby traps is simply "losing focus".

And it's a very frightening thing indeed when we stroll along happily thinking that it's all a stroll in the friendly neighbourhood park(the pun was intended fwaugh!)I embarked on my exercise regimen way back last year for the secondary purpose of losing weight. The primary aim was to deter constipation which i was acquainted to for a very brief moment then. From the harrowing episode, I learnt that even with a plentiful supply of water and a fibre-rich diet, a sedentary lifestyle was practically an ajar door for constipation to intrude into, sooner or later...

And I also learnt another precious lesson that a bout of constipation also ravages the skin mercilessly. It is simply one lesson that I don't wish to recall yet don't dare to forget. Call me vain if you wish, feel free to do so but just avoid crossing the border by labelling me as a narcissist which i know that I'm not...

Yes, so much for gut-wrenching lessons that I learnt. Back to what I want to blog, proper. So as of late, i have discovered my physique ballooning particularly in the lower reaches of my body. So I was horrified to observe that i was transforming into a pear shaped balloon. With absolutely little delay and all eyes for even the most minute of details, i directed the glare of my scrutiny on my diet.

Well, after some musing, i concluded that my diet hadn't evolved much. Mostly unpalatable food with portions reduced in the work week save for some controlled indulgence during the weekend. And so the Sherlock in me ruled that the innoculous couldn't have in any way, resulted in the "ballooning" phenomenon. Like any good investigator would, I then switched my focus on to the venerable exercise regimen. One sacred cow this is *Cough.

I cringed. Ah well, maybe not the extent of having my skin do a leopard crawl but it was indeed outrageous. For you see, this Inquest spilled light onto the fact that i was losing motivation in my exercise regimen. What a travesty! If this caused a minor hiccup, then the next startling finding might have induced a storm in my tea cup. Right.

And so i founf that i was running too fast. Now, running with speed on its merits is definitely no issue. The problem arises when we try to couple it with the intended purpose and find that it's detrimental. Meaning I was trying to lose weight and in no way is running at a high pace going to help that, period. So I hereby rule that I should, unconditionally and with immediate effect, run at a slower pace to bring me in synchrony (and logic) with the original goal set in stone.