Today Gorge is the luckiest day of your life, I want everything, every shirt, every pair of jeans, every shoe I want it all. I walked out of Neiman Marcus that day down 21,000 dollars and a huge HUGE smile on my face.
By then I was a different jasem, an entrepreneur, I owned a business, a small online business but it was mine and I was proud. I was confident I did well in school 4.0 gpa’s five semesters in a row. I made it to Top finance student and was granted the only seat as an intern at GE Capital where I would then be offered another one at Genworth. I was kicking butt. Happy as ever, confident as ever but I had one vice, I shopped and purchased everything I can fit in I had a disease.
I guess not being able to buy and shop like everyone else made me go on this huge rush to purchase every new shirt, new jeans, new shoes, thinking about it now if I could go back I wouldn’t have done it that way but hey life is all about experiences and that was just one of them.
I later moved back to Kuwait not because I wanted too but because I had too. I have nothing bad to say about moving back here, I just wanted to work more in the states and get more exposure and experiences. Moving back here depressed me for a few months, I was away from my element, I lived at home WHICH I HATE WITH ALL MY HEART, I love my freedom and my privacy and I can’t stand it being at home. I started to pack on the weight slowly gaining pound after pound. Until one day I looked in the mirror and realized that I was headed for disaster. I need to change everything, I need to get out of this habit of calling downstairs for coffee or water that I can get myself, I needed to work out more and eat healthier I needed to get myself down to the kitchen and have a chat with our cook to make sure from now on everything that is cooked for me, has no bad oils, has no extra salt, has no added sugar, has no cream or butter, I was to change my Kuwaiti life that I know to a new healthy and clean one.
Every day I got in my car and drove down to mishref where I ran for 6 kilometers. I would see friends running together and really wanted to be like them or join them. During college I lost touch with a lot of my friends and when I moved back things were not the same and so I was here again, at the same place, basically friendless.
While I was running one day I decided to set up a private club of people that enjoy working out, running or walking. I started to toy a lot with the names and I came up with some really funky ones but as I was brain storming I remember crossing the 3 kilometers mark in mishref walkway and it was my six-kilometer mark (my way back to the car). I loved the name I thought it had a nice ring to it and it meant something to me.
Facebook is where Calvin, one of the nicest and kindest people I’ve got to know and my very close friend, and I started the Six-K Club, a place where I believed people would come to meet friends, work out, get inspired and change their lives. It would slowly grow to be the place where Sarah, Farah, Yousef, Mohammed, Saud, and so many people lose some pounds and make lasting friendships (ali, fawaz, abdulrazzag) the list of wonderful stories can be told without a stop in sight.
We now are a private club, operated through the web at http://www.six-k.com with more than 800 members and going strong, well let me tell you about now …