At some point in your life, you will start doing things you once thought you wouldn’t even try. Not because doing it makes you better but because you want to shut some people up. While I was comfortably watching movies in a streak with my laptop on the “study” table (giggles) and me on my comfy bed with lots of junk food, friends started complaining that I was becoming a fat balloon. I hadn’t noticed because the mirror hardly covers my face. Even if I had, I wouldn’t have cared. Who has time for workouts anyway?
A big fat belly was least of my concerns and the only reason I wouldn’t skip slim belt ads that come on TV was the tall hot blondes who run in bikinis in the middle of nowhere.
Then came a day when my friend stopped me and said “you look like Sal Volcano from Impractical Jokers”. That was not humiliating than what he did next. He touched my tummy or call it even fondling. I didn’t know how much fat I had until this point. To top all this act of contempt, the next day I saw him featured in my college’s Facebook page called “Divas and Hunks”. This page is created only to pulverize gullible chumps and make them feel even worse.
I have done some dumb shits so far in my life but what I did the next day was the most ridiculous thing. I joined a gym. On the first day, as expected, everyone inside the powerhouse looked at me with an expression “what is he doing here?” . I paid 300 and my Trainor explained me about food habits, the do’s and don’ts. I did some freeing exercises and left early. I purchased all the things he had mentioned – eggs, cereals, fruits and protein powder.
A week passed and I was sweating out doing biceps, triceps, and shoulder exercises. Then came a Sunday. Sundays are holidays. So I went home. Even though I didn’t go to gym that day Indian roads and heavy luggage had given me enough of work. Damn, I was lying on my couch and some random minutes later, every part of my body started to ache. So painful that I couldn’t lift a spoon. Therefore I skipped the next day.
The start of second week at the gym was more horrible. The Trainor made me lift heavy bars and when I stopped out of exhaustion, he gave me “such a pussy “look. He was yelling at me to do one more set of 10 lifts and everyone at gym started to notice this drama. After he was gone to torment another guy, I quickly removed 5kg weights and placed 2.5kg ones. While doing this, the heavy bar fell on ground due to imbalance and it made one hell of a noise. Luckily no one got hurt but by this time, the infuriated Trainor was right in front of my face screaming “what the fuck is wrong with you”. I left the gym right at that moment and came back to my room.
Yes. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I join the gym in the first place? What was I trying to prove? Whom was I trying to impress? Why did I need all this? What was the whole point? That one moment of embarrassment was enough to instigate everything because I’m the type of person who is fine one second, then I overthink and depress myself. Until a point I’m going through the entire day remembering everything bad that’s ever happened to me.
I realized life is too short to work out. I realized one hour at gym is too much of sacrifice. And that was the last time I went to gym.