About Me

My Story

Hey, I’m Sunny, and I’ve been wrestling with my weight forever. I always thought about losing it but could never crack the code. I’d get this sudden burst of emotion—like, Okay, this is it!—and start strong. But then I’d see a burger, and boom, hands all over it. “I’ll diet tomorrow,” I’d tell myself, kicking the can down the road. Exercise? Total mess. I’d stand there wondering, Strength training or cardio?—and end up doing neither because I was too confused. I’d watch other people, all fit and motivated, and get jealous. How the hell do they keep going? Meanwhile, I was depressed, dodging mirrors because I hated what I saw. Stepping on a scale? Pure dread. And running half a block left me with back pain so bad I’d curse my own body.
Then came the snap. I graduated with my bachelor’s, and life hit me like a truck. Studies, stress, everything—it was too much. I thought, Fuck it. I cut all my carbs, chucked every snack from my kitchen, and dove into sports I loved, even if it killed me. I didn’t care if my body broke—I just needed out. For a few months, I stuck with it. Got down to around 115 kg (253 lbs). It wasn’t perfect, but I could finally look in the mirror without wincing.
Then COVID crashed in. I started my master’s, and the isolation—plus Canada’s brutal winters—dragged me down hard. Depressed, lonely, and broke, I grabbed a part-time courier job. Funny thing? I wasn’t even thinking about weight loss. I was just surviving. But running packages from morning to night wore me out so much I forgot about food. Cravings? Vanished. It was per-package pay, so I’d skip lunch breaks to finish faster—didn’t even realize I was intermittent fasting. In a year, I went from 136 kg (300 lbs) to 94 kg (207 lbs). I’d catch myself in the mirror and think, Damn, I look good.
But life’s a rollercoaster. I switched to a desk job, and the weight snuck back. Sitting all day, stressed, bored—food became my crutch again. It’s like an addiction; I see it, I eat it. Still, I don’t quit. Why? I want to live—really live. My wife, future kids—they’ll need me active, not stuck on the couch. And yeah, it’s harsh, but people judge you when you’re overweight. That’s the truth. Every day, I think, If I don’t lose this, I might not make it long. Plus, I’ve got proof I can do it—pics of me at 94 kg, looking amazing. I don’t have to dream anymore; I know what’s possible.
So here I am, still in the fight. Weight loss is a grind—it sucks the life out of you. But it’s worth it. If you’re struggling too, you’re not alone. We’re in this together, clawing for every win, no matter how small.
Disclaimer: I’m not a doctor. This is just my story. Talk to a pro before changing your health game.