The more I think about it more I tend to agree with myself…The Hardest Journey that I ever take is the one to the Gym. Fitness Freaks would practically live in a Gym. Not Me. I’m just a regular guy with regular interests… fitness is not one of them. Anybody who has seen me will agree at nano speed. But, being mid 30’s already, I Kinda agree that I have to lose some weight now ( quite some actually).
Some suggest food control can help eg eating only Salads etc but then, hey, Buffaloes eat only grass..still wondering?
I totally believe in 1 thing – no pain no gain. Working out in a gym can give the pain that makes my brain believe I’m losing weight. Reality could be different though. OK. So fundamentally I know I have to go to a gym and torture myself and I’m mentally prepared. Awesome. What next. Well, that’s the hard bit actually.
Every evening when I get back home, plan of action is set – Relax a bit and then pack the bags and go. This is where the mind plays tricks. Several actually. All tend to say..
We can go tomorrow..
Remember what the trainer said? 4 days a week is good. Skip today and go tomorrow.
And then, the brain basically goes on autopilot and I end up canceling.
Great. I can now relax a bit more and maybe concentrate on worldly matters life global peace, penguins, polar bears etc. Except none of those happen. I end up playing Real Racing 3 on the iPad. Great. Although I must admit… That’s one awesome game and free.
Then comes the regret – I really should’ve gone to the gym and then the note to self – no more reasons. Gym it is.
Unfortunately, the cycle continues till I , once in a while, break the trend and actually go and torture myself in the hope of becoming a lesser burden on earth – literally.
With this , I kinda conclude that the hardest journey is the one from the sofa at home to the gym.