Back from the Dead...to Gym.

The last one n a half year has been a roller coaster..NEVER have i experienced so many highs n lows in such a short span..Now i am a commercial pilot.and i am out of work.
I miss writing..and i wish i did it often..there s so many things i regret not writing about at the moment it happened because now i simply CANT remember how everything exactly went..i have a very filtrated memory..only important things stay..little details are discarded...but then,its the small details that fill up the background of a memory..and now my memories are incomplete..i don't remember the order in which things happened sometimes..what a shame!

But i have learned my lesson.Now on..everything worth remembering will be documented..not HERE of course..

So anyway..

Of late,GYM is the only thing going on with me..i had put on tremendous amounts of lard from everywhere to my face to toes and clothes wouldn't fit .
So i join gym after months of procrastination and persuasion and sniggering thin people.

My gym is quite posh..but i unfortunately i cant soak in the typical ATMOSPHERE of it because i don't go at normal workout hours like early morning or evenings..when most of the crowd hits gym.I go at 11-30...but the crowd a this time is QUITE interesting in itself...

There s me,the out of job,non-student 21 year old who comes with her parents..(think thats lame..try saying it to my face..i have developed biceps now :D)

(my parents are excused from scrutiny...in THIS blog atleast..)

There s a pair of sisters..both extremely conscious of their appearance and who apparently have nt discovered other machines in the gym other than the cycle.

There s a gujju new money madam complete with the entire collection of Nike work out gear and a gold ring in her nose and bangles.
sucks the style out of the red piped expensive looking track pants.

Then the tiny girls..there s a bunch of them..about 5ft tall skinnies with no business being in a gym..but its holiday season.there s no more maths tuition..
They,btw,work out hardest.

then there are the major CASES..the range varies from chubby to obese The ones coming this time are mostly house wives though..not many men...they puff and pant and sweat it out on the cross trainer with their personal trainers keeping an eye on them .

Spiderman is this one guy in gym who s fair,bichara looking with specs. ..then he takes his shirt off. And people gawk. I am one of them.his biceps are as big as my face.vertically.

There are a lot of 20 something men in gym..everyday..pumping iron..but....its 11 am..Don't they have jobs???dont they atleast hv something SLIGHTLY better to do???so guys pls..dont try n impress with big muscle-shasal..i know u re LOSERS.

Forgot to mention the trainers...haha..but thats a whole new post in itself.