Gym it up, baby!
After almost a month long hiatus, I hit the gym back again yesterday! With a lot of family and friends visiting us during the past couple of months, it got a little tricky to fit in our fitness regime. Yes, by ‘our’ I mean me and my husband (and there I go yet again.. can’t seem to help it! :D) After persuading him for almost a quarter of the year, I finally had managed to convince him(or rather coerced him!) to join the gym along with me (Phew! I might have shed couple of lbs in doing just that ;)LOL ) But eventually he succumbed to the continuous pressure he was put through(poor guy!) and I succeeded in my mission. Or so I thought!
It was another herculean task to retain the gym schedule on a regular basis and dragging ourselves out of the couch onto the treadmill:). By regular, I don’t mean daily.. just about 3-4 days a week but even that is like aiming for the stars, it seems! The first few weeks went by just fine, with motivation and a new zest for getting back in shape again; we did achieve our decided goal for going to the gym 3-4 days a week. Consequently, as the weeks transformed to months, our motivation and enthusiasm also gradually transformed into excuses and reasons for avoiding the gym! And as luck would have it, we got a perfect reason for not going, visitors galore! (I guess even the forces of nature doesn’t want us to get back in shape again or should I take the liberty of saying that maybe it just loves us the way we are...fleshy and bulgy(arghhh)?!? :P hehe…)
Only that, not going to the gym didn’t help either …neither my body nor my mind! I relentlessly feel guilty about it, especially when I look at myself in the mirror and comparing with my earlier pictures or when my clothes outgrow me or when I feel the extra bulges (yikes!) Gosh! It just makes me wanna scurry to the gym and shed it all there and then! And after such traumatic thoughts and the guilt trip, I have to find solace in all the savory temptations around me! Can’t help it, if you know what I mean.
Well, this is kinda bizarre for me considering the fact that, although I can’t be called a fitness freak, I have been on the treadmill on and off since the last 5-6 years. I have always enjoyed hitting the gym whenever I got a chance. I still remember those days when I was not an out-cast as in when I used to work, back in my hometown, and still would ardently wait after slogging the whole day at work, to go to the gym and work it out some more! Staying fit and in shape was THE mantra for me! It still is to some extent, now more out of necessity rather than anything else :) Don’t we all yearn to lose those extra pounds, extra inches and extra fat?? Only if it were easy to do so without sweating it out on the treadmill. How we wish, right? But alas! No gain without pain :( And hence, yet again I promise myself (like the countless other times) that I’ll try to be more regular and pursue my fitness regime more religiously than ever. And I sleep! :P
Yet another day, another guilt trip, another promise made, another promise broken…and it goes on…with no end! And so do we…
It was another herculean task to retain the gym schedule on a regular basis and dragging ourselves out of the couch onto the treadmill:). By regular, I don’t mean daily.. just about 3-4 days a week but even that is like aiming for the stars, it seems! The first few weeks went by just fine, with motivation and a new zest for getting back in shape again; we did achieve our decided goal for going to the gym 3-4 days a week. Consequently, as the weeks transformed to months, our motivation and enthusiasm also gradually transformed into excuses and reasons for avoiding the gym! And as luck would have it, we got a perfect reason for not going, visitors galore! (I guess even the forces of nature doesn’t want us to get back in shape again or should I take the liberty of saying that maybe it just loves us the way we are...fleshy and bulgy(arghhh)?!? :P hehe…) Only that, not going to the gym didn’t help either …neither my body nor my mind! I relentlessly feel guilty about it, especially when I look at myself in the mirror and comparing with my earlier pictures or when my clothes outgrow me or when I feel the extra bulges (yikes!) Gosh! It just makes me wanna scurry to the gym and shed it all there and then! And after such traumatic thoughts and the guilt trip, I have to find solace in all the savory temptations around me! Can’t help it, if you know what I mean.
Well, this is kinda bizarre for me considering the fact that, although I can’t be called a fitness freak, I have been on the treadmill on and off since the last 5-6 years. I have always enjoyed hitting the gym whenever I got a chance. I still remember those days when I was not an out-cast as in when I used to work, back in my hometown, and still would ardently wait after slogging the whole day at work, to go to the gym and work it out some more! Staying fit and in shape was THE mantra for me! It still is to some extent, now more out of necessity rather than anything else :) Don’t we all yearn to lose those extra pounds, extra inches and extra fat?? Only if it were easy to do so without sweating it out on the treadmill. How we wish, right? But alas! No gain without pain :( And hence, yet again I promise myself (like the countless other times) that I’ll try to be more regular and pursue my fitness regime more religiously than ever. And I sleep! :P
Yet another day, another guilt trip, another promise made, another promise broken…and it goes on…with no end! And so do we…
Ok Neha. We'll go to the gym tomorrow. You have now got the whole world to push me for this..:)
ReplyDeleteWish I felt motivated enough...am damn lazy ..
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