Somehow we always want to think that we are fat and not overweight. We step on the scale again and again hoping that at least this time the scale will show a lower number, which of course never happens. Tired of this occurrence of a damned phenomenon I went ahead and bought a new weighing scale. But alas it showed the same weight no matter how many times I stepped on that forbidden piece of thing. Having failed my number game I decided to join a gym and control my diet. Yeah right! like I have never done that before!
Yes, I have made this same resolution a million times and a million times have I failed!
What caused such bitter result? Over the years I have realized that the prime reason for dissolution of my resolve is my severe consciousness about my body.For instance every time I would make my grand entry to a gym and step on a tread mill I would walk at 3mph slowly and then gradually increase my pace. Happy at my development and stamina I would decide to lift my head and gaze around.
Right here is where I realized I committed a grave mistake because suddenly some where in that corner I would see a skinny bitch running at 10mph and poof!!! my will power would shatter into a million pieces. And suddenly just like that like a tiny poodle pushing my tail between my legs I would slowly step down from the treadmill and drive home. Deprived of my much needed glory I would binge thinking I will walk an extra mile the next day, which of course would never happen.
This year too like many years my resolve began with my first jazzercize class. Trying my best to fit into my old gym clothes I entered the class filled with women excited to be where they were. Their smiles seemed so out of place. I mean how can you dance and smile at the same time? Having retreated one too many times I decided to not look at others when working out. As soon as the instructor put on the music and moved her legs I did the same. For some time I had trouble coordinating my body movements. The first ten minutes were all about anger and anxiety and not being able to do what the instructor was doing.
Irritated I decided to see how indeed others were doing and there came the shock of my life. People around me were twice heavier than I was, probably renowned for their girth and danced awkwardly with no idea as to where their hands, head, or legs were going. Call me sadistic but right there lied my key to success. That was my moment and I basked in it!
I lived it for a few seconds and suddenly as happy I was I danced the very way I wanted to dance with a huge smile that beat all other smiles under the roof. For once I was thinner than others and I could dance better than the rest. Yay! So much for all these years wasted on a tread mill and elliptical machines next to those shriveled bodies that remotely resemble a woman! Sheesh!
Thank God for my revelation. From now on classes such as these are my best friend and yes I am all set to be jazzed away!
Yes, I have made this same resolution a million times and a million times have I failed!
What caused such bitter result? Over the years I have realized that the prime reason for dissolution of my resolve is my severe consciousness about my body.For instance every time I would make my grand entry to a gym and step on a tread mill I would walk at 3mph slowly and then gradually increase my pace. Happy at my development and stamina I would decide to lift my head and gaze around.
Right here is where I realized I committed a grave mistake because suddenly some where in that corner I would see a skinny bitch running at 10mph and poof!!! my will power would shatter into a million pieces. And suddenly just like that like a tiny poodle pushing my tail between my legs I would slowly step down from the treadmill and drive home. Deprived of my much needed glory I would binge thinking I will walk an extra mile the next day, which of course would never happen.
This year too like many years my resolve began with my first jazzercize class. Trying my best to fit into my old gym clothes I entered the class filled with women excited to be where they were. Their smiles seemed so out of place. I mean how can you dance and smile at the same time? Having retreated one too many times I decided to not look at others when working out. As soon as the instructor put on the music and moved her legs I did the same. For some time I had trouble coordinating my body movements. The first ten minutes were all about anger and anxiety and not being able to do what the instructor was doing.
Irritated I decided to see how indeed others were doing and there came the shock of my life. People around me were twice heavier than I was, probably renowned for their girth and danced awkwardly with no idea as to where their hands, head, or legs were going. Call me sadistic but right there lied my key to success. That was my moment and I basked in it!
I lived it for a few seconds and suddenly as happy I was I danced the very way I wanted to dance with a huge smile that beat all other smiles under the roof. For once I was thinner than others and I could dance better than the rest. Yay! So much for all these years wasted on a tread mill and elliptical machines next to those shriveled bodies that remotely resemble a woman! Sheesh!
Thank God for my revelation. From now on classes such as these are my best friend and yes I am all set to be jazzed away!
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