Yamraaj With A Pony Tail & A Challenge!!!

Last month I had shared the sad news of the departure of my regular aerobics trainer and a road block in my fitness regime. My attempts to join a gym never materialized for the simple reason of my laziness. To be honest I have always hated gym because it is more of an individual activity &; I hate working out alone. However before the guilt of not working out could kill me God decided to intervene and a mail landed in my mail box.

“Dear All Members,

This is to inform you that we will be starting the Aerobics morning batch (9am) from Thursday 29th Oct.”

All my laziness disappeared and Thursday saw me getting down the train right in time for the class. As I moved towards the bus I saw a guy in white track suit entering an auto. My 6th sense said that this guy was my new trainer. Ah! By the way, did I tell you guys that the new instructor was a guy? I must have missed the fact :D

Anyways, as I was saying I reached my aerobics floor before time & waited for the new trainer. I wasn’t surprised when the guy in white track suit entered a while later. One look and I realised that my dreams of having a cool new guy aerobics trainer went for a toss because this new guy is wafer thin sports semi-blonde long hair ties in a pony tail and hardly smiles.

The class started and I realised am in for tough times as this trainer is a tough task master, it was his first day and he made us work out as if he has been training us for ages, guess he wasn’t aware of the phrase ‘go slow on first day’. My so called famous stamina went for a toss in front of his regime and 30 mins down the line we gave up. Luckily for us he decided to have mercy and said

“Hands behind your back arch your back & push your shoulders backwards & stretch.” Stretch for us meant the end of class :-)

A relieved look passed between me & the other guy in the class and when the trainer came behind me I passed a sweet thankful smile to him as well. There was no smile in reciprocation but what he did was something more horrible. He got hold of my elbows pulled them together and what you could hear next were two sounds

First came “khatak” the sound which my muscles made followed by a “Oh My God!” yelp from me!! Both my elbows were kissing each other for few more seconds before he let them go & moved on to the other guy. I could only pass a sympathetic good luck smile to him!!!

Things got worst better with each class. My stamina increased & so did the number of members, which meant the collective torture increased and I was relieved I wasn’t the only one going through this.

I wouldn’t even want to repeat the lie-on-your-stomach-hold-your-ankle-with-your-hands-stretch. The guy just came from my behind took hold of my ankles (along with my hands) and pulled me backwards, all I could feel then was that my spinal cord has given away. Though I must say post the stretch you feel relieved, light & stress free.

But nothing had prepared me for what was about to happen on Saturday. He had decided to up his torture & forewarned us, “Saturday will be a special class, circuit training.” 

What happened in the class is something that I don’t want to repeat in words but I will only say that we did aerobics with dumbles and the effect was such that my legs are in doldrums. In fact in between the class I felt I was about to collapse & at that time the idea sounded appealing over being in the class :D

The exercise was so good that my legs are paining, I have a difficulty in dragging them and I limped my way through Sunday & even today am no better.

Despite all the torture this guy is making us go through I know he knows his job well. So immaterial to the fact that he is no eye candy I look forward to his class as I know am gonna lose weight very soon.

This also reminds me of the interesting conversation that I had with a colleague.

He said, ‘there is a reason for your not losing weight.’

Me: What?

He:You are basically a happy person & it is difficult for you to lose weight.

Me: What? This is the 1^st time that I am hearing this logic.

He: It is true, see people who bitch around, crib, cry and are sad, burn themselves out with such hyper emotions but you are basically balanced & happy with life. You keep yourself busy with something or the other & don’t take tension so you are not burning out.

I was shocked because going by that logic, though we hate to be sad but it is our sadness which can make us happy, so happily be sad and lose some weight!!!

Confused you too?? Lol!! Read on…

He:You should also stop eating with a group because then you tend to it more.

Me:Oh! I agree with you on that. Around a month back I had started putting my foot down and stopped eating anything extra. In fact I was rude & was labeled stubborn for not eating but I stuck to my resolve and lost weight. I think I need to go back to that rude self.

Him: That’s the point am trying to make. You can not be rude, you are basically happy.

Me: No, I can be. If it has to be for losing weight I am sure I can do it.

Him:OK, Lets have a bet.

Me: What?

Him: You lose 3 kgs by 1^st January and you win the bet.

Me: Oh am game for it.

Him: And if you win the bet I will give you one big bar of chocolate.

Honestly speaking I am not interested in the winning item but am very happily taking up the challenge because if that is what it will take to control my foodie instinct then be it. I hate losing challenges. So am in it and all you guys just wish me luck.  

Tomorrow am going to the The Yamraaj with the Pony Tail my aerobics trainer & will tell him my target. If anyone can make achieve that target besides me i.e. then it is him!!!

P.S. Saw Dil Bole Hadippa on DVD yesterday and I was cursing the Indian Selection team for not selecting Rani Mukherjee for Indian side. May be she would have won the match & series for us :D What?