Time flies, really. I wanted to write something here but actually I can’t see what or why so I postponed a lot.
In the same way that I have to declutter to get some mind relieve, I noticed that when I want to change or enforce some change I need to write about it. Just self knowledge.
So after I became minimalist I really felt that I controlled my consumption instincts all areas except one, food. I still fucking fat.
Sometimes you really need a push, sometimes a really hard push. One that I can’t go back. Like when someone that you love dies from direct consequences of his diet.
That is my father, now is about one month that he passed.
Since then I lost around 10 kilos, I think that mostly from the trauma but actually I will push more to became more healthy. The actual fuel is the feeling, the feeling that I don’t want my son feel the same for me, in same conditions. For the hell sake no.
As soon I saw that I was returning to old food habits, I decided to do something and it seems that writing here became a kind of contract that I have. Like when I did while becoming minimalist now I am doing while becoming healthy.