Ah, pregnancy! The time when I dreamed of being a young, beautiful, and perfectly shaped goddess, but instead became a delightful, squishy version of Miss Piggy. From a compact 40 kg, I swelled to a robust 85 kg. I was eating for three, after all! I told myself, “This is my moment to indulge!” And indulge I did, with a buffet of snacks that would make an all-you-can-eat restaurant blush.
Now, hormones? Sure, they might have played a role in the swelling, but let’s be real: I was living my best life in a landscape of pizza and ice cream. But then came the fateful day when I laced up my running shoes. Cue the horror! Those extra kgs I had so joyfully accumulated suddenly became my worst enemies. Each step felt like I was dragging a small boulder behind me. I went from loving my curvy self to questioning every single doughnut I had devoured.











