g.y.m.
I know it has been months since I quitted gym. It has not been easy for me to cope with its “side effect”. Though I often criticized the concept of gym being too superficial, I too realized the mirror never lies. My all-time excuse is that “gym has never been my thing”… but what is? The first month has been fairly easy, as my adrenalin was still encouraging, and I went back to my usual jog, yoga and light workout at my own pace. The second month I saw slight changes in my body, especially my upper body. I didn’t exactly have a lean and toned body even when I was still with the gym, but at least the workout effect gave me the illusion that I did. Seriously I only got to know there’s such muscles called biceps and triceps can be built when scouting through the many heavy machines. All this while I thought every part is called muscles, or if they ever have to be referred to a specific part, then it shall be “left leg muscles”, “right arm muscles” and etc. Okay so the quarter of the year passed, not even sit-ups and push-ups could sustain the what-ever-few muscles which I sweated for. It used to take me 4-day a week to just see a close-to-toned abs. That also was a painful experience, with the workout and diet that did not include Secret Recipe, Haigen Daiz, Absolut vodka and Klang’s bak-kut-t eh. I’d say “not when I’m still alive” if you ask me whether I work for that close-to-toned abs again. But I do understand that gym is really not for everyone. I can’t say I’m a proof of that, more like a failure if I may say so myself, for craving to be in bed sleeping or eating that sinfully calorized cheese cake, than to go pump those muscles. Those who religiously gym (either they enjoy it or they conform themselves to do it for whatever reasons) can never turn their head against it. The day they stop gym is probably the day they run out of breath and die, or sick in bed, or overdose with steroids (is that possible?). But not to say that gym is all bad, if you look at the bright side that if you are fucking someone or being fucked by someone, you can be sure that flab doesn’t get in the way. I know that last statement is so cruel, but you see, I can get away with that remark as this is my blog, and I think you will agree with me that two fat people fucking is not very attractive, and no porn industry will ever feature such people, unless you have big boobs, or big dick, or both! Sorry I get carried away writing sometimes. What I’m trying to say is that last Sunday I suddenly missed gym. I missed the complicated workout station which I still dislike. I missed the inconvenient class in which I have to rush from work only to be asked to breathe in and out and stretch my butt in the air. I missed the quirky instructors whom at times can be quite irritating. I missed the half naked guys in the locker room though not all are checkable. I missed the multiple TV screen showing different channels in which I often over-exercised because of obsession with what was on them. I missed nothing at all except I have extra hours to spend daily which was supposedly spent in the gym. I did find it stressful with so much of time all of a sudden, as if gym sucks the life out of me, and I was in a state of comatose when I workout. When you are unconscious in a time series, your consciousness can be slightly challenging. If there anything I learned from that experience is [1] gym is really a cruising ground especially for gay, if you are up to it, [2] perfect body doesn’t come easy, no pain no gain, and even perfect body can never be perfect enough comparatively to the other perfect bodies, [3] manual for “how to use a hair dryer” ought to be provided, “hair” in this term does not include your pubic. Gym or not gym? My friend W said if you see a pair of shoes you like and dream about it for three consecutive days then you MUST BUY IT. Does dreaming about the hot gym instructor counts?
