Hey..
Some folks are extremely lucky of not having put on any weight inspite of the food consumption that happens atrociously and erratically. Not me !! Folks like me, who just love the best of vegetarian stuff, know no bounds and eat upto our heart's content - whenever & wherever. On top of this, the body recieves absolutely no exercise. How can it, when we have so much to do ? Like driving to work, taking the escalators everywhere, drinking Chai twice a day, sit glued in front of the computer for hours together, eat plates of rice followed by a sound sleep... there is no way we can burn any calories ever.
And so suddenly when people like me are on the wrong side of the 20's and it is time to start the "bride-hunt", that is when we realise what sort of a unshapy person we have turned into. Suddenly there is the worry about the extra-pounds that we have amassed, the tyre instead of a somewhat flat tummy and the lack of fitness even to climb more than 20 steps at a time.
This realisation hits the ceiling when a collegemate meets up after a few years and says "ennada machan.. ippadi weight pottuta ?" .. or when there is a fire drill in the office and we pant pathetically while climibing up or down within 2 floors.. or during the next trip to KOHLS to buy trousers we find our hip size does increase in arithmetic progression.. or worse, when a certain someone close enough to the heart complements some macho looking moron for his flat 6-pack abs.
Then there is a small sub-gang that forms within the group that has the same issue. "You guys need to do something about this", one of the lucky lean one says seriously. "Else marriage and other stuff is tough".
This is only the beginning of the traumatic experience that a fat single male in his late twenties has to undergo. A dieting plan and a gym plan is made. Everyone knows that the dieting plan goes for a toss in a day or two. The gym schedule is planned well initially. There is a quick trip to Target to buy track suits, shoes. Some even purchase iPods or armband-radios. The plan is to go to the gym and burn as many calories as we can every day. After a massive failure to wake up early mornings to go to gyms, finally the decision is to visit it in the evenings after work.
and thatz how we land in the gym.
The gym by itself is a whole adventure. First there is a reality that there are just too many people exercising in this country. Second, there are people more fatter and obese than us and hence we arent all that bad. Third, it appears easy enough to run for an hour in the treadmill and Fourth, it is virtually impossible to run more than 3 minutes continiously in that treadmill !!
Some of the regular gym-folks are always interesting to watch. These kind of people are there in almost every gym. First there is this slim athletic blonde who comes in and runs in a beautiful rythm with headphones in her ears. She also does sit-ups and all one can do is to just simply stare at her until she leaves. Then there is this large woman who keeps walking on the treadmill on and on and on, smiling at everyone who enters or leaves. She is the one who also tunes the TV, ironically, to the Food channel. There are there typical body builders who keep lifting weights in front of the mirror admiring themselves for hours together. All these fellows do is to walk around displaying their arms to the rest of the unshapy people proclaiming silently "Now thatz a body you fellas gotta possess". They also offer free advise to folks exercising much to the other persons irritation. Sometimes there is a couple who comes in together with the guy carrying a book and reading during cycling while the girl keeps exercising in the nearest spot.
There are always newcomers who are easy to spot. They will spend time at every possible machine inside the gym and they will spend less than 3 minutes at each of these. First is the treadmill where they run as if they are on a Olympic 100m dash for a minute and then slow down before falling down, then a trial on the sit-ups, followed by a short cycling stint and finally ending with the weights - the overall gym visit taking about 10-15 minutes. These people change the TV channels for 5 minutes, consume a lot of water, wipe of lot of sweat and stand on the weighing scale while entering the gym and just before leaving !!
And anyway, the sub-gang that initiated the whole gym-plan does it religiously for a week maximum , talks about it at lunch and dinner and leaves office early so that they can visit the gym. Slowly but steadily, the membership of this association comes down one after the other and at a point of time no one goes to the gym... until realization strikes again and the cycle gets repeated every 4-6 months once.
Chao..
Some folks are extremely lucky of not having put on any weight inspite of the food consumption that happens atrociously and erratically. Not me !! Folks like me, who just love the best of vegetarian stuff, know no bounds and eat upto our heart's content - whenever & wherever. On top of this, the body recieves absolutely no exercise. How can it, when we have so much to do ? Like driving to work, taking the escalators everywhere, drinking Chai twice a day, sit glued in front of the computer for hours together, eat plates of rice followed by a sound sleep... there is no way we can burn any calories ever.
And so suddenly when people like me are on the wrong side of the 20's and it is time to start the "bride-hunt", that is when we realise what sort of a unshapy person we have turned into. Suddenly there is the worry about the extra-pounds that we have amassed, the tyre instead of a somewhat flat tummy and the lack of fitness even to climb more than 20 steps at a time.
This realisation hits the ceiling when a collegemate meets up after a few years and says "ennada machan.. ippadi weight pottuta ?" .. or when there is a fire drill in the office and we pant pathetically while climibing up or down within 2 floors.. or during the next trip to KOHLS to buy trousers we find our hip size does increase in arithmetic progression.. or worse, when a certain someone close enough to the heart complements some macho looking moron for his flat 6-pack abs.
Then there is a small sub-gang that forms within the group that has the same issue. "You guys need to do something about this", one of the lucky lean one says seriously. "Else marriage and other stuff is tough".
This is only the beginning of the traumatic experience that a fat single male in his late twenties has to undergo. A dieting plan and a gym plan is made. Everyone knows that the dieting plan goes for a toss in a day or two. The gym schedule is planned well initially. There is a quick trip to Target to buy track suits, shoes. Some even purchase iPods or armband-radios. The plan is to go to the gym and burn as many calories as we can every day. After a massive failure to wake up early mornings to go to gyms, finally the decision is to visit it in the evenings after work.
and thatz how we land in the gym.
The gym by itself is a whole adventure. First there is a reality that there are just too many people exercising in this country. Second, there are people more fatter and obese than us and hence we arent all that bad. Third, it appears easy enough to run for an hour in the treadmill and Fourth, it is virtually impossible to run more than 3 minutes continiously in that treadmill !!
Some of the regular gym-folks are always interesting to watch. These kind of people are there in almost every gym. First there is this slim athletic blonde who comes in and runs in a beautiful rythm with headphones in her ears. She also does sit-ups and all one can do is to just simply stare at her until she leaves. Then there is this large woman who keeps walking on the treadmill on and on and on, smiling at everyone who enters or leaves. She is the one who also tunes the TV, ironically, to the Food channel. There are there typical body builders who keep lifting weights in front of the mirror admiring themselves for hours together. All these fellows do is to walk around displaying their arms to the rest of the unshapy people proclaiming silently "Now thatz a body you fellas gotta possess". They also offer free advise to folks exercising much to the other persons irritation. Sometimes there is a couple who comes in together with the guy carrying a book and reading during cycling while the girl keeps exercising in the nearest spot.
There are always newcomers who are easy to spot. They will spend time at every possible machine inside the gym and they will spend less than 3 minutes at each of these. First is the treadmill where they run as if they are on a Olympic 100m dash for a minute and then slow down before falling down, then a trial on the sit-ups, followed by a short cycling stint and finally ending with the weights - the overall gym visit taking about 10-15 minutes. These people change the TV channels for 5 minutes, consume a lot of water, wipe of lot of sweat and stand on the weighing scale while entering the gym and just before leaving !!
And anyway, the sub-gang that initiated the whole gym-plan does it religiously for a week maximum , talks about it at lunch and dinner and leaves office early so that they can visit the gym. Slowly but steadily, the membership of this association comes down one after the other and at a point of time no one goes to the gym... until realization strikes again and the cycle gets repeated every 4-6 months once.
Chao..
1 comment:
Siva,
What exactly is the wrong side of 20? 20 to 25 is the time when you are most probably starting your career. So, your focus is on that and people generally tend to ignore you as too young to come up with valuable suggestions. From 26 to 30 is when you start feeling the left-behind need-to-be-in-shape part of life. So, is there ever a right side of 20? :-)
And how about a mention for those poor chaps who are forced to go to the gym because of the insistence of their girl-friends, lovers or better-halves!
Of course, there are people blessed with naturally fit bodies like me who need not even think about visiting the gym anytime! ;-)
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