What's the hardest thing you have ever done?
Express your feelings to a girl you had a crush on?
Waking up at 5 am to catch an early morning flight?
Go on a diet and lose weight?
For me I would say none of the above. The hardest thing for me would have been getting off the couch and hit the gym to start working out again. Yes, "again" because I start working out once in six months and give up within a week. Yea! Sigh! Its such a pain to make your body undergo such torture. When I put on weight, the only way I try to reduce is by trying to burn off all those calories by exercising. Yea, no shortcuts for me. But getting up to do all of this which needs to be done is so much of a pain!
I have put on an obvious amount of weight in the past few months. How do I know? My general meter for checking how fit I am is the Staircase Meter. If I am able to climb up 4 stories without panting then I'm in shape. Otherwise I guess I need to work out. In the recent past I was out of breath before I reached the 2nd story. Which meant I was awfully out of shape. I have a Plan B to counter this argument. That is the trouser fit check. I fall back on it in case I want to pretend that I'm ok even if I run out breath climbing stairs. If my 5 year old jeans fits then I'm ok. Otherwise, its otherwise. Which was the case again. The jeans did not fit. Time to get off the couch. Ouch!
The inertia of getting up from the couch and moving your muscles is enough to call it off. Eventually when you do overcome it, its an achievement to gloat about. And when you exercise for 45 minutes its like you've climbed Mt. Everest, without oxygen. But its the day two which is the most agonizing. Getting out of bed means, falling out of bed because the limbs go on a strike demanding more food and less work (its a mighty strong trade union, if you ask me). Its times like these that I fantasise a good massage. And its times like these I can relate to the agonies of heroes from MacLean's novels who have been shot, have been used as a punching bag and have been left for dead. You get to know about muscles that you never knew existed before. Every joint pains and every muscle aches. It is a cruel reminder that you're a weak mortal.
Forget the staircases, I'll take the elevator. Its faster. And who says that jeans should fit you everytime you wear them? Jeans is cotton and eventually they shrink. Yea right! If I believe in this baloney then its like closing my eyes and pretending that I'm invisible to everyone because I cannot see them.
So, I have been exercising for 4 days straight now and hope to continue it for sometime till results show. My shoulder is loosening up a bit and am able to get some movement into my limbs after all that initial resistance. My hamstrings are allowing me to walk (at least!) like a robot, for now. It was worse earlier. I hope its making some difference. Its such a hard thing to lose off fat in the wrong places that I'm making a New Year resolution of eating right and not to put on more weight. Go easy on food? Hardest thing for me to do in the world!
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