Let me start with a confession: I’ve always been the type to say, “I’ll start on Monday.” Except Monday usually turned into next Monday… or the one after that. Sound familiar?
But something changed this time. Maybe it was my jeans staging a rebellion (they refused to zip up), or the bathroom scale giving me side-eye. Either way, I knew it was time to stop making excuses and do something.
Spoiler alert: I lost 10kg in 30 days. And no, I didn’t spend three hours a day in the gym or eat nothing but steamed broccoli and sadness. I simply adopted a few realistic, doable habits that didn’t make me hate life.
So if you're tired of over-complicated diet plans, intimidating workout routines, or just feeling stuck, this one's for you.
It All Started with a Simple Walk
No, seriously. I didn’t begin this journey by sprinting on a treadmill or bench-pressing small trucks. I started walking. Like, brisk-walk-around-the-block kind of walking.
At first, I aimed for 30 minutes a day. Then 45. Eventually, I was walking an hour daily, usually while listening to a podcast, a true crime audiobook, or the occasional guilty pleasure playlist (yes, Britney Spears still slaps).
Walking not only helped me burn calories—it cleared my head, kept me sane, and became something I genuinely looked forward to. Imagine that: moving your body and enjoying it. What a concept!
I Became Friends with My Kitchen (Eventually)
Now, I won't lie to you—I used to be on a first-name basis with my food delivery guy. But this month, I swapped takeout containers for Tupperware and started actually cooking.
Did I become a gourmet chef? Nope. But I learned a few simple, healthy recipes that didn’t taste like cardboard.
Here’s what helped:
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I meal prepped every Sunday (with chaotic results at first).
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I focused on lean proteins, whole grains, veggies, and healthy fats.
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I didn’t cut out carbs. I just learned not to treat pasta like a personality trait.
Most importantly, I stopped eating out of boredom. If I wasn’t hungry, I didn’t eat. Revolutionary, I know.
Water: The Boring Superpower
Can we talk about how weirdly powerful drinking water is?
I committed to drinking at least 2.5 to 3 liters a day. I carried my giant water bottle around like it was a fashion accessory. Did I feel ridiculous? Slightly. But I also noticed :
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Less bloating
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More energy
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Fewer snack cravings (because half the time I wasn’t even hungry—just thirsty!)
Plus, running to the bathroom every 20 minutes doubled as a cardio session, so... win-win?
Sleep Became Sacred
Raise your hand if you’ve ever stayed up until 3 a.m. watching a Netflix series you didn’t even like. (Don’t lie. I see you.)
In the past, I treated sleep like it was optional. But when I committed to this 30-day fitness journey, I forced myself to respect my bedtime.
Getting 7–8 hours of sleep each night made a huge difference. My cravings went down. My mood improved. I had enough energy to exercise instead of wanting to nap through the apocalypse.
Turns out, being well-rested makes you less likely to emotionally eat an entire bag of chips. Who knew?
I Moved... Even When I Didn’t Feel Like It
Some days I felt like a fitness goddess. Other days, putting on pants felt like an achievement.
But I made a deal with myself: move for at least 20 minutes, no matter what.
If I was low-energy, I’d stretch, do yoga, or just dance around my room like a caffeinated lunatic. Other days, I’d do simple bodyweight workouts (squats, planks, push-ups) in my living room. No fancy gym required.
The key was consistency—not perfection. I didn’t punish myself for missing a day. I just got back on track the next.
Portion Control: The Sneaky Game-Changer
Here’s something I didn’t expect: you can still eat your favorite foods and lose weight—if you eat the right amount.
Mind blown.
I used smaller plates, ate slower (harder than it sounds), and stopped eating when I felt satisfied, not stuffed. I also practiced something called mindful eating—which is basically paying attention to your food instead of scrolling Instagram while inhaling dinner like a vacuum.
And guess what? I didn’t feel deprived. I felt... in control. Which was new. And kind of amazing.
I Ditched the “All or Nothing” Mentality
Let’s be honest—how many times have we given up because we slipped up?
“I ate one donut... guess the whole day’s ruined. Might as well eat pizza, ice cream, and cry into a tub of cookie dough.”
Not this time. If I had a bad day (or two), I forgave myself and moved on. No guilt, no drama. Just back to basics the next morning.
Because here’s the thing: you don’t need to be perfect. You just need to be consistent.
I Tracked Progress Beyond the Scale
I weighed myself once a week, and that was it. Because let’s face it: the scale is a drama queen.
Instead, I paid attention to:
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How my clothes fit
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How much energy I had
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How confident I felt in my own skin
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Whether I could walk up stairs without sounding like a dying walrus
And let me tell you—those wins kept me going far more than a number ever could.
I Found My “Why” (And Wrote It Down)
Motivation is a slippery little gremlin. It disappears the moment you’re tired, stressed, or hangry.
So I wrote down my “why” on a sticky note and slapped it on my bathroom mirror. Mine said:
“I want to feel strong, healthy, and happy in my body—not just now, but for life.”
That reminder kept me grounded. It reminded me that this wasn’t a punishment. It was a gift to myself.
Cheesy ? Maybe. Effective? Absolutely.
I Laughed. A Lot.
You know what made this whole thing bearable ? Humor.
I watched funny workout fails on YouTube. I made fun of myself when I nearly face-planted during yoga. I turned awkward dance moves into cardio sessions. I didn’t take it all so seriously.
Because let’s face it: changing your lifestyle is hard. If you can’t laugh at the chaos, you’ll probably cry instead—and I already did enough of that when I gave up late-night nachos.
Conclusion: This Is Just the Beginning
Losing 10kg in 30 days wasn’t about magic tricks or starvation diets. It was about simple habits, done consistently, with a pinch of stubbornness and a dash of humor.
I didn’t just lose weight—I gained confidence, energy, and a new relationship with my body. And no, I’m not done. This was just the kickstart I needed.
If you’re standing at the edge of your own fitness journey, unsure where to start—just start. Walk. Drink water. Eat something green. Go to bed. Laugh at yourself. Keep going.
You’re not lazy. You’re just human.
And if I, the queen of excuses and serial snack enthusiast, can do it... so can you.