As a member of the a couple of online health forums, it has become increasingly clear to me that people are still, despite intuition and intelligence, looking for a quick fix to weight loss. One forum in particular, that for some reason I find completely fascinating, is filled with, among other things, posts of success stories. Women, and men alike, who have worked hard, eaten well, made changes to portion sizes, contents on their meals and added exercise to the equation. People who have lost the last 10 kilos they have been trying to shift for years, to people who have lost 30, 40 or maybe even 50 kilograms over a sustained period of time. Time and time again, I see the comments on the before and after photos. Generally full of messages of congratulations, sprinkled with a bit of hope and feelings of inspiration from people who desperately want to see the same results. And then, usually after a good handful of congratulatory messages have been posted comes the questions. How did you do it? What do you eat? How much do you work out? And the one that always seems to surprise me, no matter how many times I see it; What is your secret?
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I have been 27 for almost a month. Its a funny thing, getting older. I mean think about it, when you were 15, being 27 was like being a bonafide adult. I was going to have all my shit together by the time I was 25. I think I even thought I would be married and have kids by then. I dunno why, I wasn't brought up in a traditional household, or told that that was the way things should be. I suppose it was just an idea I had. Honestly, I am glad that it didn't quite work out that way. In my 27 years so far, I have had some pretty decent run. I have had some amazing experiences, made some fabulous friends, learnt things, worked in great jobs, in industries that I really care about. I have found my love, I have been passionate about my writing, and my photography. I have had the chance to do a bunch. And its been fucking good. This sounds awfully morbid doesn't it? I suppose reflections sometimes can. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel, I promise.