So the sore throat had blown up into a cold.

I’m lying down. And getting ready to be counted out.

I reflect on the day I had. It was a hot day. I had a long walk after work and thought about the morning, and the classes I taught.

I also took the chance to show gratitude to my family, the institute, the projects I had on the go.

I tried to think about what my goals are. My intentions to achievement them.

One of the goals I did achieve was to lose some weight.

I got down, for the first time in years, below 76kg mark.

It was magical and wondrous. The effort to get down was like achieving something impossible.

It required a lot of effort and the help of my family was needed.

Now the unglamorous part of maintenance. Right now I’m up a kilo, hence my fear of falling back.

I’m cutting down on my calorie intake as much as I can. I exercise pretty much daily. And I know I may mess up real bad tomorrow.

But all obstacles are my path to where I want to be.

Ah the fatigue is creating diminishing returns.

Time to go. I’ll be back.