Mom is pleased with the effort as well. Now she wants me to put some meat on the bones. As I stated earlier, I'm short when it comes to height. I'm 5'5. Not much to me, is there?! :p
It's my firm belief that short guys can't really get all the muscle without looking like a steroid infused orangutan. Mumsy darling disagree firmly. Whenever she sees any short guy on the TV, she immediately points him out and says that if he's got a good built, so can I. She wants me to look basically something like Shahid Kapoor. It's gotten to a point that I don't bother sitting down to watch TV with my mom unless it's the news. No short guys with awesome bodies on the news; Yay!! So far she's pointed out to numerous actors including Tom Cruise, about whom she got to know from somebody that he's just 5'5 as well. I couldn't help but laugh at first. My mom is an extremely intelligent woman, proficient in the ways of the world and home. She is a doctor herself and a mighty successful one at that, MashAllah. So seeing her chant about something like this is not only surprising but slightly amusing. I keep telling her that I can loose weight and possibly gain some muscles as well. But there is no way in this ever loving world that I can have a body like Tom Cruise or Shahid Kapoor.
My kid sister is thoroughly enjoying this parade. Few days back she printed out the very same picture of Shahid that I have linked earlier in the post and stuck it to the top half of our refrigerator. At first I thought mom had placed it there so as to psyche me out of eating. I took it to mom to tell her that I've had enough of it. My sister was present with my mom at the same time and confessed that she was the one behind the prank. At that point I could not do anything but laugh. This clearly showed how ridiculous this whole thing really is, but my mom is not to be convinced. I'm still going to be going through the weight training as planned but I know my results will be nothing like what she wants. Nevertheless I have a feeling we both will be happy with them. While Shahid didn't not manage to convince me, something else has. Or rather somethings.
At the time slot where I am at the gym, there are these seven guys who I regularly see working out and they happen to be my biggest inspiration. Quite possibly because they're ordinary beings like me and not super-stars. They are there everyday working hard on their amazing bodies. They've seriously got everything I want! Pecs, biceps, triceps, glutes, obliques, flanks, abdominals, deltoids, quads. Name it and they've shaped everything into a lean, defined work of art. And they're really not that old. I think the eldest of them is 40 something, but damn he looks like he is in 30s. I couldn't believe it but my trainer dared me to go ask that man up. I could have but I was half-convinced myself. Plus it's really creepy to ask somebody about their age, especially if you don't them all that well. They work out and talk a little amongst themselves.
I asked my trainer how long since they have been doing their regimes. He said most of them have been around before he started working here but the manager may know about them. Again that's something I can't ask without sounding creepy. My next question was if they had trainers to which my cocky trainer responded with a smirk. "Do they look like they need trainer?!"
Trainer; One! Me; Zero!
Before I started the weights which was this Monday, I have been inside the weight room just once before which was on the day I got a tour from the owner. Ramadan were going on at that time so much of gym lay bare and those few who were working out, were trying not to sweat that much so as to prevent further exhaustion and dehydration. But now it's no restrictions, pure testosterone. They come in wearing their sleeveless vest with gym shorts, and leave with the shorts. I get to see just about everything and I like what I see. Now don't get me wrong, this kitten's claws haven't come out yet. I'm not crushing on them yet, which is quite surprising for me. Not even any of the younger ones tickle my pickle, but I guess given the recent events it seems somewhat logical.
My work-out regime at the moment contains weights of 5 kg and 10 kg, with more reps and less sets. Does that make sense?
My trainer is going to switch me up to different exercises later on as I proceed, so that I don't get bored doing the same. Changing exercises will also make sure the muscles keep on working and growing. I keep repeatedly stressing on the fact that I want to get lean and not pumped. My trainer assures that I'd get lean and not pumped. Let's hope he knows what he's doing to me!
Any advice from my readers is more than welcome. Also if you have any idea if Tom Cruise is really 5'5, please drop in a comment because I firmly believe that he's gotta be taller!
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