My boss always says “It’s all about perception,” and indeed it is. All of a sudden after I started writing my gym diary the whole world has started to consider me as fat. All these days I was normal but now it looks like some chronic disease has struck me.
Most annoying are peers. One comes and tells me, “Koka, why go gymming look at her she just runs. You do the same and you’ll be fit. Now eat this ice cream,” (Really?).
Looks like sudden realisation has dawned on the world and everyone around thinks it’s their duty to pep me up. Come on, I hit the gym just to unwind after a crazy day at work and to be fit. Just by gymming for three months (well technically only one and a half, considering I bunk so often) I will not become a super model. And that’s not my aim. What I fail to understand is why everyone expects results in just one month.
My cousin tells me, “You should try on that old red top. I am sure it will fit.” How? I have just lost 3 kgs, and that’s not enough to fit in old clothes.Television is more of a bane than a boon. My aunt, who otherwise never talks to me tells me, “Wow! You are glowing. You should continue. I saw the sauna belt add on TV, you should try that. Even the herbal tea is amazing. I’ve lost oodles of weight drinking.”
In fact, my weight has become such a huge topic these days that on days I get late at work, instead of asking me when I’ll go home, colleagues remark, “Oh no gym today.” I think it would’ve been better off to keep my gymming a secret — at least from people who’ve never been to the gym ever.
(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.