Chp 295. Before...

If you’re one of those people who looks like the “before” model in a Before and After advertisement about Weight loss, then hugzzz I completely empathize with you.

The past few months, I have gained a lotttt of weight, and have come to a point where I can suck in my belly no longer whenever I pass a chica. Some might call it love handles or spare tyres. I call it “that thingie”. Because I still can’t get used to the fact that it’s a part of my body, my own flesh and blood, jiggling and wiggling every time I make the slightest move.

Being a jock right through school, college and post-grad, I never used to be this large around the waist. And now people often mistake it for a beer belly. *whistles innocently*. I went home recently and the first thing all my friends told me was, “Zu i va heh hmel ve!” which, loosely translated into English, means “Daaayyyymm you look super hot, like a real babe magnet. Killer!” (I did say loosely )

Hence, starting tomorrow – May 5th 2010 - I will be going to gym, working out and burning fat for three months while dieting at the same time.

Though I know I am going to regret posting this image here, I just want it up on my blog so that when I write my “AFTER” post exactly 3 months from now, I will upload the new and improved me, and laugh at this old picture like how you guys are laughing at it right now.



This way, it will also be like a reminder to me that I cannot back down from my attempt to lose weight, as all my beloved blog readers are witness to this. There is no turning back now. *Puts on my Rambo bandanna, with “Eye of the Tiger” blasting in the background*

Here is a count-down timer. It will stop exactly three months from now.



In three months... I may not get the muscle you see above but hell yeah, I AM going to lose my rotund belly.

        The Gym.

The name of the gym I joined is ZAF Club, and it is one of the more reputed gyms in Mumbai. It’s not top class, like Gold’s Gym at Bandra, Lokhandwala and Nepean Sea Road, where many Bollywood actors and P3 socialites are known to haunt. But it’s not that bad, and many Hindi TV serial actors come here. But then, I don’t watch Kasauti, Kyunki Saas Bhi... Kahaani Ghar Ghar Ki etc so I won’t know them even if we’re doing abs right next to each other.

The best part is, my office is located in the same building as this Gym, so I can just run down, do my stuff, sweat it out, take a shower, and then run back to office.

It costs me a cool 5 grand for the first month alone, but with jacuzzi, spa and sauna access anytime of the day, including discount for full body massage, daily trainer and dietician monitoring, good music by an in-house DJ, etc etc, I think it’s worth it.

Hence, to conclude... No more

It will just be me singing...

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger...

...for the next 3 months. And hopefully, by then I will be able to show my abs like how Peter Andre did in “Mysterious girl”. Hoooah!