Freak yes, but fitness – not a chance. I was never considered βone of themβ. Mostly because I can be extremely lazy at times. I could never envisage myself as someone who’s crazy about workouts and health.
So last Saturday, when I woke up at 6 am, and went into the garden with a spade to remove weeds (Yes on a SATURDAY) and prepare the soil for vegetable growing, I had a epiphany. The past three years tumbled down the memory lane and I realized that maybe … even a teeny weeny bit, I AM turning into a Fitness freak.
These are the tell-tale signs, so watch out!
1) You have started cleaning up the Fridge – much to the chagrin of other family members.
Gif Source – here
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Coke, Soda, Fries, packaged Fruit Juices and food from fast food joints have long disappeared from my plate and non-fat, non-fun, non tasty healthy snacks have replaced them. In fact last week when I ordered my favorite Wonton Noodles soup all I could think of was the amount of sodium floating in the bowl. With every sip a voice kept screaming in my head – MSG MSG MSGGGGGGG. I just ate the dumplings and noodles, and left the soup.
My husband and I now quarrel like old couples over food, a tug of war happens too where I would be trying to pull away a tin of ChamCham from his hands, while he would be muttering “Let me eat woman”!! Sometimes he would deliberately slurp the sugary syrup in front of me, making me sweat and hyperventilate imagining sugar rushing through my veins and arteries and clogging all the pores. Is my heart still beating?
2) You spend half your lifetime looking at fitness photos
My life is filled with challenges – Planks, Squats, Splits, Abs, Gravity defying yoga poses. The gallery on all my electronic devices look something like this.Β
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It doesn’t matter whether I can do them or not, I just love looking at them. The position of knees over toes, the bend in upper back, the rotation of the hips – Perfection is this!!
My search history is probably the weirdest of all, a reason why I keep deleting it –Β
How to do handstands without falling over,Β
How to do backbends without snapping into two,Β
what the heck is a sacrum,Β
What’s the average push up a women can do (Please it be one),Β
How to do planks without setting your body on fire
Is it abs or just fat lines due to sitting the whole day π
How to do handstands without falling over,Β
How to do backbends without snapping into two,Β
what the heck is a sacrum,Β
What’s the average push up a women can do (Please it be one),Β
How to do planks without setting your body on fire
Is it abs or just fat lines due to sitting the whole day π
Really, you gotta workout Sweetheart!
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4) Your friends are just ‘one photo’ and ‘one chat’ away from blocking you forever from their lives.
Friend: The new guy is so cute.
Me: I am in love with my jump rope.
*blocked*
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Friend: The little one got cold again.
Me: Oh … I can understand, I struggle so hard to breathe in a backbend.
*blocked*
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Friend: My timeline is flooded with your legs suspended in air … grrrrr
Me: Have you tried meditation … breathe in breathe Out.
*blocked*
5) At any point of time, there is at least one muscle in the body that’s sore from a workout.
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The horror of a Leg Day is real my friend, mere thought going to the bathroom grips my heart with extreme pain. Wearing a bodycon dress, a day after working on abs usually starts with Tarzan howls. A day after arm balances makes you incapacitated to even lift a toothbrush.
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Yup, yoga pant is the new Jeans.
7) The days you are forced to miss out on workout are like
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Life has no meaning … none at all.
What do you think, is it enough to be branded as Fitness Freak? π
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Note: Read this brilliant article on evolution of MSG, popularly known as Aginomoto in India.
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That sounds like me! The days I miss, I feel
So so guilty and I keep thinking why I couldnβt get up.
I do sometimes indulge in jalebi though. Fridge is clean and yes, atleast one muscle is sore. Fun post, Raji!