Cheers!!

You are in ur mid 20s ,more or less you have reached somewhere in your life...You have the money to buy branded stuffs, eat more often at ur favourite restaurants and afford a decent holiday to places you always wanted to go. You are happy.After a year or two of this bliss you reach a point where your life is reduced to sedentary drudgery of staring at the same old screens, a movie or two on the weekends followed by beer sessions with friends. Getting drunk whining over your ex love or the love you could have had or complaints about your present love n work. Everything seems stagnant not move newhere.And to add to your woes one fine day you realise your favourite old pair of jeans doesnt fit you nemore and you have started getting tired after climbing two floors to your apartment. You decide no more takeaway parcels, less beer and jogging in the morning. Well the next weekend comes and you procastinate. You keep procastinating until your favourite stores sizes S and M doesnt fit you nemore. Then without wasting time you join the interesting place called GYM. This is an interesting place. They charge u a bomb for hardwork and promise you ll get a model like figure/physique. You get tempted and start daydreaming about all the hot hunks/babes you can date. Feeling happy you dont mind burning a whole in your pocket even the extra charges for locker, steam, massage ,etc. A stern looking instructor [ could have easily been a nazi ss guard] takes your weight and you feel so quilty standing on that weighing machine. Next you are handed a chart of all the exercises you hav to do and what you shudnt eat.Now u enter the shrine. You see people of all sizes and shapes working their asses off. There are different categories. The hunks/babes,they are, really serious about their workouts,are drop dead gorgeous and have an attitude to go with that.They are self obssessed , dont usually interact with others and mingle around their own species.Then you find the wannabes. This is an interesting species. They look good but somehow dont have the attitude to match.They want to get into the hunk/babes species but cant. You dont see them working out much. They either keep checking their body on the numerous mirrors or try to impress the opposite sex. Then you find the huge aunties. They can barely manage to walk on the treadmill and discuss the latest saas-bahu saga. The gym is a place for mini kitty party. Then there are the super thin people trying to gain weight, super fat ones. What an amalgam. The first few days are really painful. All those situps,bench presses and cardios. You curse your instructor with every set. After few weeks you actually feel good and confident. But the weekends come you hav your bowl of deep fried KFC wash it down with a pint. Get drunk and say 'screw you gym and u @#^$@$$ instructor I love my life the way it is.....cheers!!