After barely recovering from my back injury, guilt was bubbling inside me, as I just could not stop overeating - My relationship with food was like a bad romance.

Knowing I have to do something about it as my weight on the scale was increasing expotentially, unable to cover up with clothes, I went back to the gym hard.

I pushed myself extra hard to wake up at 5am each day, I pushed myself even more lifting heavier weights and on top of that I even overload myself with back to back intense hot yoga sessions with the hopes that my physcial hard work will help me to balance off my out of control binge eating.

I was speeding on the highway to hell in a car with no brakes!

And one day, while I was lifting on weights more than I can handle on the deadlift, I felt an intense sharp pain down my spine, and guess what?

I did not stop for a bit, and muscled through the remaining set, plus I did another just to pretend I was ok fearing someone would noticed me struggling.

I still headed into the office to work, but by noon time, my whole back was frozen and I was walking like The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

I had no choice but to leave office immediately and hailed a taxi to the nearest hospital. But just as I was about to alight, I couldnt feel my lower limbs and had absoulely no strength to get out of the taxi.

That was when I knew:

I really f*cked up big time.

And what happened next would actually surprise You...