I have always been a perfectionist, trying to
master whatever I do. Sometimes, I get so lost that my quest turns into an
obsession. And soon it starts having negative impacts on my life. The most recent
victim of my chagrin is gym.
Since I started working out, I have lost almost 10
kgs and I feel awesome! I have to catch myself from floating off the ground
when people compliment me. That’s figurative BTW. I haven’t lost so much to fly
off the ground :P Having spent most of my childhood as a chubby kid, I felt
insanely happy when I was commended on my weight loss. Every compliment fueled
me further and I grew hungry for more. I was so hung up on reaching my ideal
weight that I reduced my food intake and killed myself in the gym. Being a
foodie made things worse. I started loathing thin people with unbelievable
metabolism. They ate twice as much as me and still managed to stay the same.
Naturally, I would get frustrated and depressed. I started hating gym because
the scales were not moving in my favor.
I started seeing gym as a monster which
did not let me eat what I want and do what I want. It ate two hours of my day
and gave me nothing in return. I was furious that I had to sweat it out every
day while others were born slim and did not have to go through this torture. My
mom and friends are my biggest support. They encouraged me not to give up. But
no matter what, my weight stubbornly refused to drop lower. I continued gym on
their persuasion but I had lost my enthusiasm. I went there grudgingly without
any hope of improvement. Slowly but steadily my resentment kept consuming me
until I became very bitter. That’s when I decided to take a break from gym.
Initially
I appreciated the extra hours it gave me during the day. I relaxed and spent
more time reading and indulging in hobbies. It seemed like I was on equal
footing with the others. I felt cheerful again :) As I calmed down, I sensed something else in me. Separation pangs I
realized. I missed gym!! Can you believe it? :D Still, I wasn’t sure whether I
wanted to join back. The turning point was when I read a quote from Milind
Soman, the actor who recently completed the toughest triathlon at the age of 50
and is now known as IronMan. He said
“Fitness to me is freedom. People think
fitness means not eating this and doing things you don’t like. To me, fitness
is liberating.”
“Endurance sport teaches us one thing – that if you work at
something you love, patiently, consistently and with focus, not only will you
get where you want to get, but every moment you will be where you want to be.”
I
realized it’s true. Working out had helped me in innumerable ways. I became
more confident and comfortable in my skin. I gained stamina and resistance. I
looked better and healthier. Most importantly, I had shut up all those people
who constantly used to rib me about my weight. Milind is right. Fitness gives us
the freedom to eat what we want because we know we will be burning it out at
the end of the day. It gives us the freedom to wear what we like without having
to worry about hiding flab. When we exercise consistently, we are actually
moving towards success. And every moment, we are one step closer. How had I
been so dumb to ignore all these positive aspects of working out! So I decided to hit back to gym albeit without
a vengeance :P
Now that I had decided to return, I wanted to understand my
problem and so I did a bit of research. Here is what I found. This piece is
from a weight loss point of view. Apparently, the way it works is when we start
out, the body weight increases in the initial few weeks. This is where our body
is building up muscles initially. If we continue working consistently, our body
will get into the weight loss mode. If we stick to the diet and work out plan,
the decline may be faster. Eventually it may so happen that our body may get
used to our training program and calorie intake. The number of calories gained
becomes equal to the number of calories burnt, thus hitting a plateau, where in
our body weight remains constant. So what is the solution? The top three things
I found on the net are:
1. Make sure the number of calories consumed is less than
the number of calories burnt. That doesn’t mean eat less food. It means break
up your meals to include more fiber and protein and less carbohydrates.
2. Progressively
take your work out session to the next level. Increase the intensity or the
number of sets in each type of exercise.
3. Increase the water intake. Strange as
it may seem, the more water you drink the less water the body will retain. Thus
flushing out toxins and fat and helping weight loss.
Despite all this research,
I have come up with my own rules (I was never good at taking advice :P). After
all, we know our body the best right? Recently my work place moved further from
my home and the travel exhausts me. This must be the reason why I tire out
quickly in the gym these days. So, I am going to shift my schedule a bit and
move my weekly break from Sunday to Wednesday. I always work out more during
the weekend. This way I will have a break mid-week which will give me time to
recharge. Also, I will not monitor my weight like a hawk. I will not imagine
myself constantly running towards some target figure. I figured out that am
marginally over-weight. Someone even called the extra weight as ‘vanity pounds’
:D I am not exercising to impress anybody, so why the pressure? I will take it
easy and enjoy the process instead of mulling over numbers.
I hope my beloved
gym will forgive me for deserting it and welcome me with open arms and never
let go <3 Sigh! So romantic!
