See, I was constantly tired, fooling as if the weight of the world was on my shoulders every time I woke up.

 

To get through the day, I relied on at least seven espressos just to combat the brain fog that clouded my thoughts.

 

My job at the time was a typical corporate gig, which meant spending around six hours a day glued to my computer screen,

 

attending endless Zoom calls and drowning in a sea of emails.

 

It left little time for proper exercise, so I squeezed in sporadic workouts whenever I felt like it or found a spare moment.

 

When it came to eating, I believed I was making healthy choices, but portion control was nonexistent.

 

As long as the food was labeled "healthy," I thought It wouldn't harm me.

 

To tell you the truth, I was clueless about the balance and mindfulness of my meals.

 

The overwhelming influx of miracle methods and influencers promising quick results also left me confused and frustrated.

 

It felt like a constant battle to separate fact from fiction and find a reliable approach to reaching my goals.

In my pursuit of fitness, I resorted to unstructured workouts, forcing myself to run four times a week, even though I despised it.

I thought it was the best way to shed some weight, but it only added to my dissatisfaction.

 

At this time, little did I know what would come next but was determined to change things once and for all.