u/FortuneAmazing21

Was always the fat kid as long as I can trace back my memory to kindergarten. Never took sports seriously, was always stuck in my books. Always believed that I had to sacrifice studies if I had to focus on my body. I got where I wanted to in my career but was always ashamed of how I looked and felt. It was bad but it got worse in COVID. I peaked at 96kgs and never quite got below the nineties till residency started in early 2025.

October 2025, I decided to step up and got myself a gym subscription. It was hard initially. Had to juggle between first year of residency and the gym. I used to pack my gym clothes and accessories into my work bag and used to go directly to the gym after work and changed there. Just so I could have an hour more of sleep. But the results were undeniable. Even had to go to the tailor last month to have my entire wardrobe altered because nothing was fitting me anymore.

Currently doing a PPL split. Although I've been doing the bro split initially because I didn't know any better. I target 1.5-2gms of protein per kg of bodyweight mostly coming from whey, eggs and chicken. Don't count calories that much but avoid fried, or junk food and eat upto like I'm feeling 85-90% full. No cardio, because my average stepcount is about 18K/day.

I have one patient that I've been seeing for the past two weeks or so. DCLD with hepatic hydrothorax. Medicine always referred to me for pleural tapping. As far as I remember he was discharged around 2 weeks ago. Yesterday he ended up in casualty again with SOB and massive right sided effusion. BP was too low for tapping so we stabilized him first and then proceeded with pleural tapping today. Patient and his wife specifically asked for me to do the tapping, so I obliged. After the procedure, the wife came up to me and handed me this. I refused initially, but the wife pushed it into my hands. Sometimes, amongst all the other frustrations of this profession, things like this restore my faith in myself and this profession.