One of the reasons I wanted to travel back home at first was because of my weight. Having nothing to do all day while waiting for all of my documentation to be documented so that I could finally attend my country's national youth service has left me a little overweight.
And the reason for that is mainly because I have nothing to do all day other than to sleep and eat. And for the past few months, I've put things in place to ensure that I shed some weight, and when I was satisfied with what I had, I stopped. But it turned out the people back at home don't think I've done a good job so far.
My dad still thinks I have a lot of fat to lose, and it's all he keeps talking about. Not in a bad way, but in a way someone who cares for you would, especially when they have your best interest at heart. He has also taken it a step further and has introduced me to certain things and methods that can help me lose weight a little quicker.
Funny how at first I had changed my reason for wanting to come home from losing fat to focusing on my mental health, because I was also starting to lose it after not doing anything or interacting with anybody for so long, but from the looks of things, while I deal with my mental health and try to get everything back to normal, I guess I just unlocked a side quest, one I thought I was done with, which is to lose more fat than I already have.
Also, I know I said you hate it here in my previous post, but now that I've had twenty-four hours to calm down and really feel my new environment, I feel like I still need to give it time to know for sure if I hate it here or if I'm just so used to being by myself that I needed more time to adjust to finally always having people around me.
