When my partner and I started dreaming of having children, one of the things I felt disturbed about was the inadequacy of my body. Around 2016-2017, I was 37-years-old, 5 feet tall and weighed 73 kg. My latest health checkup revealed some troubles like borderline obesity, an enlarged liver and low D3 levels. To add to my woes, when we met the gynecologist for a routine consultation, she confidently wrote ‘infertility’ as my condition, even though I assured her we had never tried to have a baby.
While I had been physically active for quite some time, I was not following a disciplined or planned exercise regime, and I was simply not paying any attention to nutrition. I was going to the gym on a regular basis – but this was more in the nature of taking a break from work. My idea of relaxing after a hard day (or just any day) was kicking back with a few beers followed by ordering in Chinese food.


