How The Right Mindset Aids Your Health/Fitness Lifestyle

This is the first part of a 2-part article (as I am trying to keep my posts less than 10 mins to read).

Prior to August 2019 when I started to successfully lose weight the first time, I had attempted to lose weight several times and failed woefully. I do not remember the timelines for these other instances but I know some happened before I got well in December 2018, while some happened afterward. What I do know is that I felt shamed by even my loved ones (LO) for being fat. I know it came from a place of love as these are people who love me the most on this earth but still, it hurt a little bit no matter how much I tried to deflect the hurt by saying “na fat I fat I no kee pesin” and continued eating excessively. I remember a few of the things said to me actually. LO1 would call me orobo repeatedly while laughing and one day looked at me and said “mo sure wa ti wo 150kg ni isin”. (I am sure by now your weight is 150kg). At some point, I had to talk back saying everyone else in my family had earned the right to call me an orobo as they were all skinny but not him. Both of us were orobos together so he had no right to call me an orobo when he was in the same boat as I was.

Another time, LO2 said to me when I complained that I was sweating that only fat people sweat a lot as a result of all the toxins in their bodies. Some days or weeks later, I was sitting on the bed with her, and she kept looking at my thigh. When I asked why her gaze was fixated on my thigh, she replied that she was just surprised that one of my thigh was equivalent to two of hers. orobo was my standard nickname both at home and outside. My niece, Lamipo must have heard me being called orobo several times and one day she called me “orobo” and began laughing hysterically. Lamipo’s laughter is almost as bad as mine and can be very hurtful. On a different occasion, I was in a friend’s house who also used to jokingly called me “orobo” and her 7-year old son called me “orobo” just like Lamipo did and also began laughing hard. However, I guess I had had it up to my neck at being called orobo and vented out my frustration for all the people who had called me orobo in the past on him and gave him a hot abara on his back. That immediately turned his laughter into hot tears and I was quite pleased with my agbaya behavior for which I apologized…