For a period of time, I recorded my weight seriously every day, along with the grams and calories of each meal, and set clear goals for myself—how many pounds to lose in a month.

I went to the gym twice a day, one hour of aerobic exercise and one hour of anaerobic exercise. The hour of aerobic exercise felt like a year.

Over time, both my mind and body became very tired. I could feel my mood hovering on the edge of collapse many times.

One day, my Canadian colleague Ice shared with me his favorite saying: A day without laughter is a day wasted.

Friends around me also said that being with me is always so joyful, and I often make them laugh heartily.

Constantly restraining myself sounds very motivational—what strong willpower.

However, we forget that the premise of doing something is to make people happy.

So, I packed all the scales in my house into a cardboard box.

Whether it's fitness, work, or life, I know very well that I am an awkward person. I learn slowly, so I accumulate my progress through perseverance over time.

I stick to regular exercise every week, enjoy the power training of my muscles each time, and walk more firmly with every step on the treadmill.

I need to make myself happy every day, full of spirit, and as for my weight, let it go to hell.

Fitness is just like eating and sleeping; it is a part of life. Perseverance may not necessarily have meaning.

Maybe ten years from now, we will see that the hour spent at the gym was not money wasted, but something more important than time and money.