Hate resolutions? Standards too high? Bookshelfbattle to the rescue!…
Ladies and gents, overindulgence and underexercise are behind us. It’s gym season!
Or better, Ugh?!
Read on for how funnyfingersblog arrived at the state of ‘no fat’ …
Gym and I, I and gym….
Our relationship started a few years back with a force of attraction that was all consuming. It was indeed love at first sight. We promised to stay together and made big plans for the future.
Like in any big event of our life, the first step was putting a wardrobe together. The involvement and excitement was comparable to shopping for one’s trousseau. After a careful scan of the internet to see what’s in, numerous market trips were undertaken and outfits were bought, along with matching shoes, socks, napkins, wipes, head bands, wrist bands and other gym accessories ….even nude make up.
Every day at the promised time I would dress up and go to meet my new crush. Those were days of passion, dreams and sweet pain. Like a sculptor my gym had promised to chisel every part of my body- abs…
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