As a chubby homebody, I started writing online at the age of twenty in 2021, and it had been three years since I'd barely exercised at all. My six-pack stomach had turned into a beer belly. (I personally liked fried chicken, beer, and milk tea. As someone who had been through it, I sincerely advised everyone that you could eat and drink those things, but absolutely not in large quantities. I was a negative example.)
I thought I'd buy a jump rope and try exercising first. I'd heard that jumping rope could help with weight loss and improve cardiopulmonary function. After all, I couldn't go on being a fat homebody like this. Never mind anything else—at least staying healthy was important.
Unexpectedly, after jumping rope, starting the next day, my waist and calves began to ache. That was normal, since muscles naturally became sore when someone suddenly exercised after not working out for a long time. The troublesome part was that my knees couldn't take it. (I didn't know whether my posture was wrong or why.)
On top of that, I'd eaten hotpot skewers last night, which was very greasy. After coming home and resting for about an hour, my brain suddenly short-circuited. I picked up the rope, warmed up, and started jumping. Then I did something stupid. Because I didn't know how to take care of myself after exercising, I drank water like crazy, gulping down nearly a liter of warm water without stopping. (I was incredibly thirsty. Even after finishing it, I still felt it wasn't enough. But since I'd drained the hot water in the kettle and was too lazy to heat more, I stopped drinking.)
I rested for half an hour, then turned on the air conditioner and prepared to play a round of *Honor of