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Fit or Fat?


‘Ignorance is Bliss’, they say. I couldn't agree more!

Let me begin the story of my dilemma with a simple illustration. Wonder if a teenage girl had to splurge during her summer vacation, what would she invest in?

Shoes, Clothes, Make Over!!??

Well, in my case, I invested my MET* resources on a three month membership to a reputed gymnasium.
(MET: Money-Effort-Time)

Investing an hour a day and literally sweating it out, I was confident that I was showing ‘results’. Impressed by the remunerations, I easily floated through my first two months at the Gym.

However, little I did I know that like a mirage of an oasis in a desert, I was seeing a mirage in the mirror of a slimmer, fitter me. And I believed it, in spite of the scale on the weight machine stubbornly stuck in its place.

And then the day arrived when numbers would testify or squash all the wonderful assumptions I’d made in my leisure hours. Not to your surprise, but pretty much to mine, the latter of the two came true!

The inches didn’t shed substantially and the BMI was still unimpressive. Worse still, my body fat content was as ‘healthy’ as before. Infuriated, agitated and quite annoyed that I was, I wanted to scream out loud!

Did all my money, effort, energy and time go in absolute vain? I so wanted to reclaim everything that I had invested in this bargain!!!

But, in retrospect, I have acquired a slightly optimistic opinion about this situation, now that my temper has cooled down; talking about cool down, that’s the part I most look forward to after 10 minutes of treadmill torture.

I now think that in the summer vacations which can completely spoil you, I have had an activity which kept me in touch with the hectic life which accompanies college life; running to the class for the first lecture, walking miles while sharing gossips with friends, climbing the staircase to reach the examination hall on the top floor, all of it!

And just to keep me going for the remainder month, all I can just say (and believe) is that 'I've been maintaining, if not reducing'!
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