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20/01/2016
Gym Diaries
After months of staring at sign of Fitness First across from California Pizza, while munching on my loaded cheese pizza I finally decided to go there. The whole place looked like a space ship and people walking in and out seemed too fit !!!! And so after years of procrastinating, I joined a gym and hired a personal trainer. There was a hidden agenda – one more excuse to go shopping..yeyeyyy….
And so equipped with headband, leggings, water bottle I headed to the gym with a great thought that in few session I am likely to start resembling Katrina Kaif. Vaishali, my trainer was kind enough to puncture my balloon on day 1. Unfortunately I had to actually see my weighing scale to see how HEALTHY I was. After a quick rundown on what to expect, off we went to start.
Few minutes of walking and few minutes of weights I was suddenly not able to breathe. It’s at this moment I realised that it was finally time to say goodbye to Pizza Margarita!
It’s a routine now - wake up go to the gym, come home and complain about aches and pains, dream of eating gulab jamuns and get to work.
No wait…………………. sometimes I do dream of New York Cheesecake!
Sigh….. Sigh……. Sigh …….
The pain is getting intense day by day and I begin to wonder, if I am cut out for this at all. Don’t get me wrong, I want to get fit and healthy. But when I see super slim Botox queens around me in the gym, I wonder if someone like me can regain her body.
Sigh…..Sigh…..Sigh….