Saturday 5.40 AM…. rrrrrriiiiinnnnnggg, rap music blares…
A: “Hey, Wakey ..it’s morning.. rise and shine..”
D: [To A]: “Damn fool! Shut up. Can’t you see its dark outside.” [To me]: “Its so cozy here. Don’t you dare move a muscle.. sleep tight.”
A: “Don’t listen to him. You have a goal.. Look at your pear shaped body.. Get you’re a** off the bed and go to the gym.”
D: “Nothing’s gonna happen if you skip jogging for a day.”
Thanks D. I’ll go with you. Heavy hand taps button that shuts up the nagging noisy device. Bliss for another 5 minutes.
5.45 AM – rrrriiiiinnnnggg.. again. Heavy hand shuts up the device forever. No exercise today. Postponed by a day. Sleep wins.
Sunday 5.40 AM. <The same scene, same conversation, same outcome>
Sounds familiar? Welcome to the club, my friend. This has been the story of my life.
Starts with the birth of a new year. The cycle goes as follows:
–Resolution to get my 1-full-rounded-pack down to 6 smaller well chiseled packs
–Day 0, evening: Joins the most prestigious, expensive gym in town. Buys exercise kit to last the year. Sets alarm to get up in the morning.
–Day 1 morning: Scene described above. Let me not repeat. (For the not-so-nimble-minded, I guess a clarification on the characters mentioned is in order. So: A – Angel, D – Devil, Nagging device – the alarm clock, with rap music)
–Day 1 rest of the day: Guilt bears me down. Mirror does its bit on my confidence. Sighs.. Inspects the rounded middle. Takes a deep breath, tucks stomach in. Gets a fair idea on how it would look if the bloody fat deposits were evacuated. Consoles myself. Peps up confidence. Promises to start tomorrow. Gobbles up whatever is presented in front of me. Or not. Every ½ hour.
–Day 2 – No suspense here. Same old, same old.
–End of year – Gets rid of the old exercise gear. Promises to start afresh the coming year.
But I haven’t lost hope. Someday, I will get my abs in order.