I'm sick of being fat! I'm not kidding when I said chubby, but 'chubby' is just a nice way of saying that someone is over-weight. Nathan keeps arguing that I'm not fat and then cites examples of some people he knows. But still that's no reason to remain in this unhealthy position. I can't keep delaying it. I can always come up with an excuse if I don't want to do it. But in truth, there is no excuse. Just my laziness! So I pushed myself and signed up.
Actually I did that last Wednesday but yesterday was my first time in the gym. I went for the whole package because I figured I needed some serious help. Naturally I consulted my cousin who I have mentioned before in Seriously. And naturally, he volunteered his services. While as tempting as they were since it all would cost me absolutely nothing. I couldn't burden the man. So I got him to hook me up with his trainer buddy. This guy actually turned out to be the owner of the gym.
OMG! I can't believe it! He's 30 only and the owner of a fantastic gym. He's got sponsors and everything, now he's rolling in money. He quit his day-time job and went for this full-time. I'm actually jealous! But when I met him, the whole jealous thing melted off me. He's really humble and down-to-earth, also very nice. He was like you came to the right place and he will do all he can to help me out. I figured that's probably the same thing he tells to everyone, but it's like he read my mind or something. "We all know I say this to everyone, but you have my word. Anything for your cousin!", he adds with a genuine smile.
This was going great!, I told myself.
My cousin left after that because he had some work to do, I stayed behind. I had bought my car and everything so it wasn't a problem for me. Mr. Trainer told me about this whole weight-loss schedule they have which I will be following, but he didn't give me the details then. Something about people getting easily over-whelmed and thinking they couldn't do it, he reasoned. I didn't mind. I wanted to see the gym!
I mentioned that after the weight-loss, I plan to get some meat on my bones. "Obviously, what guy doesn't want muscles?!", he added. I was reminded for a moment of those constantly cheery toned telemarketers that call on the most obnoxious times. He showed me around the gym and it was awesome. Mirrored walls with alot of room to move around in between and good machines, not rusty ones. There was air-conditioner so it wasn't smelling as bad a gym should. There were a couple of people working out, but more on them later. With all that done, he told me to report Monday afternoon at 4PM. I was excited beyond belief!
Came Sunday night and I was nervous as hell. It was a strange feeling. From what I saw on Wednesday, everybody there was all cut and curves. No fat anywhere except the grease in the machines. I kept thinking things like they all would be staring at me and judging me. Nathan confronted me on this "It's all in your head! Nobody is born with awesome muscle-tone, they all work for it. If you work, you'll get there. And I'll personally make sure that you do!", clearly he meant business. Speaking of which I'm extremely thankful of being so supportive, everybody around me is supportive of this decision and I need all the steam I can get.
Monday afternoon I was ready. A little scared but still ready. I was fasting but I wanted to do this more than anything. My actual first day at the gym! I don't think I was this much excited for my first day at the university. I was there abit before 4PM, but I reported anyway. Mr. Trainer greeted me with his usual smile and called over this new guy.
This trainer was nothing like the first trainer. Extremely mean and extremely grumpy! But the good thing was, he would only be helping me during the weight-loss regime. For the other stuff, I would be having another trainer. I was put on the tread-mill and that's when I got the shock of my life!
The group I was placed in was bunch of people with heart, cholesterol and hyper-tension problems. Maybe it's wrong, but that motivated me like nothing has ever motivated me before. The youngest of that group is 35 years. I will be 35 in 13 years. I so do not want these things to cripple my lifestyle. I'm so getting off the fat people bandwagon and once I'm off, I'm so never climbing it back again. I was fasting but I did the best I could. Also the trainer's mean words gave me a little push.
A little funny thing that was happening when I was working out; Nathan's earlier words of encouragement were floating in my head intermittent with a few songs with the word 'Work' in them. LOL!
Needless to say I was tired by the time my session ended. My instructor appreciated my determination and demanded that I don't loose it as I progress. Sure! Now he's helpful and reinforcing me positively. I trudged to my car and blasted the a/c on at the highest level. Wrong move! I turned into a popsicle.
After taking a little breather, I drove back home and locked myself in the bathroom. I was actually standing under the shower with all my clothes on. Not sexy at all! But if I looked something like below, it could have definitely been hot!
Post-shower I fell on my bed and snoozed till the time for Iftaari dawned. Having put some food inside me and having re-energized myself, I felt alot better and definitely couldn't wait for my session next day. My trainer has put me up with a goal of loosing a kg per week. I know that's a realistic goal, because that's something I have done before.
In all honesty, I'm really happy that I'm finally doing this. It's about time Phunk became the hunk he's been destined for. Wish me luck, boys!
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