Six hundred and forty! That is how many muscles I think I have in my body, assuming I haven’t lost some in the last one week. What is left over is all twisted and turned and they make sure I know it. Such tests for my first attempt at the gym and I haven’t yet started full-fledged. Cruel body! Ever since the birth of my little boy, my body has gained extra pounds that refuse to rip off. I’ve tried dieting and taking nutrition supplements but that doesn’t work. My taste buds are too trained to tame down. Amidst a tightly packed schedule of life and work, there is no time to squeeze in walks or work-outs that those extra little pounds slowly started multiplying themselves like pathogens.
All through my childhood and teenage years, I had prided myself to be an activity girl. It was either hopping and co-co, or dancing to my favourite playlist or playing badminton or trekking. I had my work-out in a way that I enjoyed most without hitting the gym. Every time my body sweat, I felt the stress of the day sweating away too keeping me live and active. After marriage and kid, my life started getting consumed with different kinds of activities, the ones that tires your mind more than your body and doesn’t cause you to sweat so much, Bangalore climate an added culprit. If we had been slim once and know the stamina that it gives, it becomes very difficult to accept getting rounder. I couldn’t accept that I was gasping after a short run. That was when I decided to make time somehow and try the traditional tested method of fitness, working out in a gym that is.
Experiment began last week when I enrolled myself in a gym. Vijay warned me that working out in a gym could get tiring and boring after a while and unless we are stubborn, we’d get all tempted to give up. “Don’t give up!”, that’s another phrase that I used to actually follow earlier. Lately, lazily, I have started giving up on “Don’t give up”. Now, gyming should help me restore not only my body but my perseverance too. I bought two sets of track pants, T-shirts and sneakers as an investment.
I walked into the gym and stared at all the equipment, not knowing what and how to begin with. A young girl introduced herself as the trainer and showed me how to ride the elliptical bike. While I was at it, she casually let it slip that she was a mother of a 7 year old and a 4 year old. Unbelievable!! My mouth was still aghast when another so-seemed slim college student rushed in excusing herself to the trainer for getting late. Her excuse was that she had to pick up her children from school before she came in. A forty plus lady, whose matured face was the only proof of age was effortlessly stretching and lifting weights. That was it. I could see or hear no more.
As I walk along the streets, I know that I had already crossed the “slim” line but still within the average weight range. Inside the gym though, among all the fit people, I felt like an obese fatty pot. Comparison with the ideal make relativity extreme. To my eyes, my body fat seemed highlighted in neon lamps that I was ashamed to look at myself. All the more motivation to work-out, all the more reason to persevere.
It wasn’t so difficult in the beginning when all I had to do was warm-up. Ten minutes of thread-mill, ten minutes of cycling and ten minutes of cross rower and the trainer let me off the hook. Real work-out started last Friday when I was asked to stretch, turn, lift and jump. Only then, I understood the seriousness of Vijay’s warning. I headed back home with a sense of relief unaware of what awaited me back there. Vijay was out on a dinner treat and Akhil was enthusiastic to give me my post-work-out warm-up. Why else will he get extra hyper, eat twice, poop twice and play ten times more than the usual? I was exercised till midnight and dropped to sleep like ‘Tom’ after chasing ‘Jerry’ round and round and round.
Little rest that night made my body complain more and I spent the weekend identifying the sore muscles in my body. So much for my determination in just a week’s time. You do gyming continuously for 21 days and it becomes a habit, Vijay assured me. I have 17 days more for the 21 day mark. As I sit here blogging on my plight, a separate thread runs within my head reminding me to resume work-outs again today. Battle between my mind and body. Got to wait and see how long the battle lasts and who triumphs! Wish me good luck!