While trying on T-shirts at Uniqlo, I realised that not a single M-sized shirt could hide my proudly protruding belly. Aren’t these changing room mirrors supposed to make you look more attractive than you actually are? Ugh.
It was time to do something about it.
I didn’t want to do the usual “join a gym, pay lots of money, fall of the treadmill (literally)” cycle that plagues so many people today. No. If I wanted to overcome this belly-crisis, I needed something concrete. Something motivating. Something like… Getting an IPPT Gold.
Ah, IPPT: The Bane of NS Men everywhere. The annual rite of passage that involves us panicking right before our “window” closes and barely passing our hastily-scheduled test. We breathe a sigh of relief, only to have the horror repeat itself year after year.
Thankfully, I’d always been able to pass without much trouble, but getting that ...
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