You know that moment when someone asks if you’re doing engineering or medicine and you politely inform them that you’re an Arts student? There’s a blank, confused stare you receive as they try to comprehend what could possibly be wrong with a bright kid like you — were you just bad at studies, were disinterested or simply have a mental disorder. What an Ouch moment it is!
I face something similar. I am in my early 20s, am single and according to most people fat (I could be slimmer, but I’m NOT fat). Everytime I meet somebody it’s a huge Ouch moment for me as I am met with statements like ‘Beta this is your age to look fit and healthy’, ‘Oh no no you need to cut down on sweets’, ‘You were so good looking. What happened now?’ and so on and so forth. It’s painful to be at the receiving end of all the free advice from ‘well meaning’ near and dear ones.
As much as I’d like to pretend like I don’t care, after a point of time it just starts to get to you. Besides, being in journalism, which is probably a more respectable form of PR, looking good does help. So after a whole lot of convincing myself that I could do with looking a wee bit better, I decided to hit the gym and lose some of those unwanted kilos.
And Voila! There’s some more ‘well meaning’ advice coming my way. ‘Not the gym, it’s not a good idea’, ‘Try aerobics instead’, ‘Why don’t you try Hot Yoga or Power Yoga’, to my grandmother’s ‘Just come for daily walks with me beta,’ I had a tough choice. But I’d made up my mind to hit the gym.
But zeroing in on a suitable gym was no easy task. I spoke to a zillion friends about which gym was good, which trainer was best etc, before I finally decided to join Gavinz, which I’d heard was a darned good place to go to.
Finally, I had a goal, a little dream that I began to nurture to shed the flab and flaunt a svelte new me pretty soon.Excited, I went to the gym with all the enthusiasm of a teeny bopper on her first date. And what do I see? A tonne of good looking men and reed thin girls sweating it out at the gym! I still don’t get why they need to work out in the first place. A HUGE ouch moment for me. Am I back to square one?
(The writer is determined to fight the flab. Readers can inspire her at firstname.lastname@example.org)
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A dreamer, over enthusiastic with life and most often busy doing nothing..happy being busy and busy being happy….passionate about shopping, eating and a journalist occasionally.