I did it. I am slowly becoming a health buff, from being tolerably vain, I am now the ultimate Vanity Mascot (mascot being the operative word, think Jollibee,haha). Exaggeration anyone? I have survived my daily trips to the gym for two weeks now. Yeah, I go to the gym 5 days a week, with a minimum of three hours a day. [This is the part where applause is expected]
I remember talking about my family’s vanity meter to be extremely in high gear. Spa, Derma, Dentist, Salon, Shopping, yes we do it together. And recently we added to our list of critical “spots” the dreaded – janjanjanjan – GYM. No I didn’t enroll in Slimmer’s World or in Fitness First, and definitely not in Gold’s Gym. I enrolled in a gym near the comfort of my home, in Muscleton.
How it all started?
I have my father/ Daddy/ clown / ultimate teaser to thank. He scouted for a convenient gym and alas, he found it about 5 minutes away from our sanctuary. Why? Because he knows that we BOTH have to lose weight. I was hesitant, he was optimistic. I had the most negative reaction, “Mucleton? Pangalan palang mapagkakatiwalaan na a.” Of course I was sarcastic. I’m glad my dad didn’t listen to her bratinella daughter and instead, he paid for his membership and monthly fee. Then he went to the gym, without me. How did he entice me into considering the possibility of going to the gym? Uhmm, he went shopping with us for his gym apparels. Inggit.
The First Day
It wasn’t a non-bumpy first day. When I finally gathered the courage to go to the gym, I woke up to an empty house. Apparently, everyone went somewhere and for some strange reason, they all forgot about my plan to go to the gym. Plus, I couldn’t find my effin key! I coudn’t leave the house until someone arrives, so I waited, discouraged. I tried calling my parents, but it was the day my mom put her phone in silent mode. It happens once in a Blue moon, and it had to happen just when it’s critical that everything should fall into place. I was still weak, any challenge would’ve convinced me to not go.
Then my Mom and my Dad came home. They found me in a bitchy mood, and what made it worse was the fact that my mom left the key downstairs. Hanging on the door. By the way, it’s also one of those days when our laundry woman didn’t come, and it’s the first time in ages, I’m not exaggerating. Argh, just remembering how unfortunate the day was makes me frown and smile at the same time.
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