Gym & I

Today, I chanced upon my relative's before and after the weight loss picture, and honestly, I was amazed by the transformation. She lost a massive 20 kilos. I heard she had been gymming a lot. 

Well, my relationship with my Gym can be best described as Complicated. Either I am completely into it, or I am just avoiding it like the plague. The change of attitude, just like any relationship, is pretty gradual :

Night Before Day 1: 

Gym Clothes neatly folded, Shoes wrapped and kept in gym bags. 

Day 1: 

At 5 in the morning, I thoroughly wash my face, brush my hair, and reach the Gym on time. 

• Run-on treadmill
• Cycle
• Row
• Lift weights

By the time I am done, I feel like a cartoon character whose bones will break into million pieces with just the slightest touch.

Day 2: 

Almost the same as Day 1. Only a slight difference - my body aches. I can feel every muscle and bone in my body and even those I didn't know existed. And yes, I forgot to ready my gym bag the previous night.

Day 3: 

I get up late, so I have to run to the Gym without getting ready. After gyming, I go to the loo to find that I look like a homeless person. My hair is all wet, my eyes have gunk in them, and I have white stains around my mouth. I wish I at least washed my face. The whole day I was as good as dead.

Day 4: 

I get up late... again. I run in my pyjamas, again forgetting to wash my face. I don't feel like lifting weights, so I do 20 mins—of extra running on the treadmill. Act as almost dead the whole day.

Day 5: 

I fail to get up and felt guilty for the next 24 hours. I choose not to have the Ice Cream that I was offered to repent. 

Day 6: 

I get up, go to the loo and go back to sleep. But complained about it and ate (simultaneously) as I went through the day. 

Day 7: 

I don't bother to get up, and I don't feel guilty this time.

And as Ross Geller would say, "We (Gym and I) went on a break."

After six months and with a couple of extra kilos, I am back in the Gym... romancing for as long as it lasted (In most cases, five days).

Current status 

Like a proper Bollywood-style film,  my feet are against my relationship with the Gym and have forced me to stay in my room.  

(I fractured my foot and am not allowed to move)

Farewell, dear Gym, till we meet again. 

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