For almost 4 years, the slumber of my fatty shape has been broken from a protest to take a new form. The public’s mocking eye always point at my humpty-dumpty tummy rather than my face engrossed with much interest to talk. It has been a doubting drill to think that upon hearing a verdict of flabbiness I lost interest of confirming that I am now slim and lightweight after skipping a meal or two for two consecutive days.
Daily preoccupations have not been generous to me to extract sweats and tone sheets of potential energies. Working out after 8 hours stretch has been a foreign idea before knowing that to develop a formal exercise routine requires a character of Slimmers World, Gold’s Gym and Fitness First. But due to inability to fund one, the pride of wearing a new form outlines a new challenge and perspective. So I struggled to convince myself each day to make a step forward. One step at a time. But needless to say, doubts, temptations and comfort zones corrode the air of fluidity and the willpower succumbs to fear and nothing more. These are cholesterols of trying to box possibilities of success, change and adventurism to life. It is during this time that I thought “Why should I give up then when something can be done if I just want to?” My body deeply depends on me and my mind shares the same unity that a decision to try and change is more powerful than doing nothing.
Now, I am back in the course of getting fit again. Thanks to the conscious-to-wellness-authorities who have structured a gym in our office facilitating the ease of cost, time and effort. For the record, I have spent 4 days of swinging, running and lifting the hope of shaking the fats that have comforted and dragged me for a long time. Treat it a premature and funny effort, but it is a milestone for me for braving the decision to make a change and experiment.
I do not know if after a month I will still be having the same passion and chance. But for now, I am looking forward for the years of sustaining a prized attitude symbolizing the paradox of trying.
