Commitment. That is the magic word. Once you commit, you remain consistent.
At 60, death lurks. If you want to achieve something, you'd better do it now.
Now I know, I yearn for the Biology of Bliss; sweat.
That is the currency in heaven. I am the type who easily sweats. I should be grateful for that. Sweat is bliss.
Here I am, 30 kg overweight. That should go to sweat.
Sweat and OMAD. It rhymes.
This time, I read back what I wrote. To reinforce the thought.
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