Well, there is always a Maria. Read on and you will know who Maria is and if she is for real or just a myth.
There were days that I can vividly recollect when my mother used to go through all the pain to feed me just a few morsels of food and one day I was even taken to a GP to get tested if I had any medical condition relating to my eating problems.
I can recollect also vividly, those days when my mother used to lock me up in my room fearing what I was going to eat next, yes I was eating more than what the rest of my family ate collectively. There is a story.
When I was a kid (a really slight kid) I was diagnosed with tonsils. I was initially put on an allopathic treatment and when the treatment reached the point where it was having impact just on my dad's purse and not on me it was promptly shelved. When I was not an a treatment and was falling ill quite often a flyer from 'god knows where' made its way through our living room and when my dad looked in to the flyer he knew he was going to take me to that person mentioned on the flyer. There were lot of testimonials on the reverse side of the flyer and one of it read "Dr. Homeopathy is a true god send. He made the stone in my kidney dis-appear without any surgery. The stone weighed 4 Kilos. I have the proof, I used to be 73 kilos now I weigh just 69." and on the front side of the flyer there was photo of an old man with lot of facial hair and a halo around his head.
When I went to Dr.Homeopathy for the first time, he asked me to lie down on the bed and he pressed my stomach few times and said 'Just 6 weeks' and scribbled something on a piece of paper and pressed a buzzer when a man nurse came came over to pick the piece of paper. When my dad noticed that Dr.Homeopathy did not check on my tonsils and instead was trying to find something in my abdominal region started to say, 'Dr. my son's tonsi' when he was interrupted by Dr.Homeo, 'No no sir, don't worry. just 6 weeks!!!'. Of-course my dad did not question further after all he was dealing with someone who had made a 4 kilo stone dis-appear from someone's kidney. Before it was long the man nurse came with two parcels and handed it to my mother. It was my medicine for the first week. One of it was a powder that I had to mix in water and drink up three times a day and the other one was a bottle filled with small balls which I had to eat before, during and after food. The medicines were for one week and we were asked to come back in a week again.
After the first two weeks my mom was really happy that I was gaining weight and I was so regular with the medicines. I was so regular that I used to ask my parents to take me to Dr.Homeo after all he had a buzzer, a press of which came a man nurse with a parcel of sweet medicines. I was becoming a fan of Dr.Homeo so did my parents and he was prompt to bump up his fees. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks, tremendous improvement, I was weighing almost two third heavier and 6th week Dr.homeo was arrested. "Just 6 weeks", he apparently knew his fortune. He was a fake doc who had contacts in sugar milling circle and all he was giving me was just powdered sugar and nicely packed sugar balls.
After that tonka truck load of sugar going in to me, sure my mom and dad did not expect my tonsils to go away instead they took me for a surgery and that is when I was introduced to the world of steroids and that is how I got bigger and I have never looked back ever since, not that I did not want to but my heavy body and stiff neck hasn't allowed me to look back. Thank you doctors.....
This is when my eating problems kicked in and I was trying to eat everything including my sister. I started to bite her fingers when initially my mom and dad thought it was just a bro-sis fight then eventually they realized that I was actually trying to have her right hand for break fast.
My year on year growth was consistent and on schedule to hit 95 kilos when I was 20. I sat on two chairs, ate two buffets for dinner, any door let me in only sideways. I was at the pinnacle of my physical beauty.
Whenever my mom said 'work on your weight else it would be difficult to find you a girl' I always said yes with a pack of potato chips on my hand. But there is always a reality check and when that happens you tend to take some decisions that would turn your world upside down.
When I came to Australia, one of the first things that I did was to join a gym.
After six months of direct debit "I am sexy and I know It" not just that "I've got the moves like Jagger". Yes, every fortnight, every month the investment I made had paid off. I had spent about $700 and I did not repent one second about the money that I had spent. Well who am I kidding, I went to gym two times in six months, once for enrolling and the second time to use the toilet as luckily I was walking on a road where my gym was between me and nature's call and was easily accessible.
When I was thinking of quitting gym I got introduced to a personal trainer by one of my colleagues and the rest as they say is HISTORY. Now I was paying for my gym enrollment and on top of that I was also sharing my wealth with a personal trainer. Would you not if you had a hottie for a personal trainer? In the first session she asked me to do some squats and some lunges. It was just a walk in the park for me. Before I had my second session with the PT I gave a few visits to the gym and I understood what the gym managers were doing to keep us coming in today, tomorrow, forever.
When you step in to the gym, there is Maria and then when you get on to the treadmill there are televisions right across you that keeps playing some video songs in a loop and the songs invariably had Beyonce, Maria Carey, J-Lo, Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Christina Aguilera or Selina Gomez; all beautiful and all straight from the runway. The gym where I train has a fairly decent subscription from women audience who all want to be like the celebrities stated above and the gym also has an equal proportion of attendance from blokes and they all want to be with the women audience stated above. In essence what really keeps the gyms going is those televisions that keeps playing the same songs again and again with a different female singer in it.
My second session was a combined session when my PT suggested I would train with one of her other clients so I could better learn and follow. She introduced me to Jennifer and we started our training session. It started with regular squats and lunges followed by some push-ups. It all went well until it was time for some bench press. Jennifer and I started with the bench presses when my PT said 'don't be such a girl, pick up 10 kg dumb bells' and I said 'Jennifer is a girl, I don't think she can pick up 10 kg'. My PT said 'I was telling you, you have taken 6 kg dumb bells. She has taken 12 kg dumb bells' and Jennifer was in fact having 12 Kg in each hand and was already going great with her presses. I had to take 10 kg on each hand and the first press went well. Second one went half way through 'Are you going to throw up?' asked my PT. 'Am I going to throw up? know your audience. I might give birth to my colon though' I thought. After Jennifer had finished some 30 reps and I had finished about six and a half reps we stopped bench press and went to leg press. Even on the leg press Jennifer was going good with 70 Kg and I managed well with 35 Kg and when my PT raised the weights to 45 I crumbled and this time did not fail to puke.
Third session, no Jennifer thanks. The session started with farmer's walk; With a swoop my PT lifted 2x30 kg kettle bells and shifted them to my hands and I was certainly overtaken by gravity and immediately slouched and dropped the weights to the floor. 'Do you want to get fitter, what about those wash board abs? do you want them?' she asked me. Of-course I wanted them. I lifted the weights and went for a walk. 'Now we will do burpees' she said after I finished walking around with the weights and burpees sounded like some unmentionable disease. First one, second one, third one and stopped. 'Are you going to cry?' she asked me. Of-course no, not on the third one may be on the fourth one.
She was becoming impossible to train with, each day I was having a miserable training session and one day she messaged me 'we need to talk, tomorrow'. The next day in the gym she said 'I have to stop training with you. Apparently I have lost 8 kilos in last 3 weeks training with you. I have been lifting all the weights for you and doing all the lunges for you. But I can give you my friend's contact even she is looking to loose some weight, you can help her'. 'When did I become a PT?' I thought.
Well I am still not getting any closer to my goal and every time I try to quit there is Maria and no matter how strong I try to quit she motivates me and I continue on with my journey to fab from flab.
There were days that I can vividly recollect when my mother used to go through all the pain to feed me just a few morsels of food and one day I was even taken to a GP to get tested if I had any medical condition relating to my eating problems.
I can recollect also vividly, those days when my mother used to lock me up in my room fearing what I was going to eat next, yes I was eating more than what the rest of my family ate collectively. There is a story.
When I was a kid (a really slight kid) I was diagnosed with tonsils. I was initially put on an allopathic treatment and when the treatment reached the point where it was having impact just on my dad's purse and not on me it was promptly shelved. When I was not an a treatment and was falling ill quite often a flyer from 'god knows where' made its way through our living room and when my dad looked in to the flyer he knew he was going to take me to that person mentioned on the flyer. There were lot of testimonials on the reverse side of the flyer and one of it read "Dr. Homeopathy is a true god send. He made the stone in my kidney dis-appear without any surgery. The stone weighed 4 Kilos. I have the proof, I used to be 73 kilos now I weigh just 69." and on the front side of the flyer there was photo of an old man with lot of facial hair and a halo around his head.
When I went to Dr.Homeopathy for the first time, he asked me to lie down on the bed and he pressed my stomach few times and said 'Just 6 weeks' and scribbled something on a piece of paper and pressed a buzzer when a man nurse came came over to pick the piece of paper. When my dad noticed that Dr.Homeopathy did not check on my tonsils and instead was trying to find something in my abdominal region started to say, 'Dr. my son's tonsi' when he was interrupted by Dr.Homeo, 'No no sir, don't worry. just 6 weeks!!!'. Of-course my dad did not question further after all he was dealing with someone who had made a 4 kilo stone dis-appear from someone's kidney. Before it was long the man nurse came with two parcels and handed it to my mother. It was my medicine for the first week. One of it was a powder that I had to mix in water and drink up three times a day and the other one was a bottle filled with small balls which I had to eat before, during and after food. The medicines were for one week and we were asked to come back in a week again.
After the first two weeks my mom was really happy that I was gaining weight and I was so regular with the medicines. I was so regular that I used to ask my parents to take me to Dr.Homeo after all he had a buzzer, a press of which came a man nurse with a parcel of sweet medicines. I was becoming a fan of Dr.Homeo so did my parents and he was prompt to bump up his fees. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks, tremendous improvement, I was weighing almost two third heavier and 6th week Dr.homeo was arrested. "Just 6 weeks", he apparently knew his fortune. He was a fake doc who had contacts in sugar milling circle and all he was giving me was just powdered sugar and nicely packed sugar balls.
After that tonka truck load of sugar going in to me, sure my mom and dad did not expect my tonsils to go away instead they took me for a surgery and that is when I was introduced to the world of steroids and that is how I got bigger and I have never looked back ever since, not that I did not want to but my heavy body and stiff neck hasn't allowed me to look back. Thank you doctors.....
This is when my eating problems kicked in and I was trying to eat everything including my sister. I started to bite her fingers when initially my mom and dad thought it was just a bro-sis fight then eventually they realized that I was actually trying to have her right hand for break fast.
My year on year growth was consistent and on schedule to hit 95 kilos when I was 20. I sat on two chairs, ate two buffets for dinner, any door let me in only sideways. I was at the pinnacle of my physical beauty.
Whenever my mom said 'work on your weight else it would be difficult to find you a girl' I always said yes with a pack of potato chips on my hand. But there is always a reality check and when that happens you tend to take some decisions that would turn your world upside down.
When I came to Australia, one of the first things that I did was to join a gym.
After six months of direct debit "I am sexy and I know It" not just that "I've got the moves like Jagger". Yes, every fortnight, every month the investment I made had paid off. I had spent about $700 and I did not repent one second about the money that I had spent. Well who am I kidding, I went to gym two times in six months, once for enrolling and the second time to use the toilet as luckily I was walking on a road where my gym was between me and nature's call and was easily accessible.
When I was thinking of quitting gym I got introduced to a personal trainer by one of my colleagues and the rest as they say is HISTORY. Now I was paying for my gym enrollment and on top of that I was also sharing my wealth with a personal trainer. Would you not if you had a hottie for a personal trainer? In the first session she asked me to do some squats and some lunges. It was just a walk in the park for me. Before I had my second session with the PT I gave a few visits to the gym and I understood what the gym managers were doing to keep us coming in today, tomorrow, forever.
When you step in to the gym, there is Maria and then when you get on to the treadmill there are televisions right across you that keeps playing some video songs in a loop and the songs invariably had Beyonce, Maria Carey, J-Lo, Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Christina Aguilera or Selina Gomez; all beautiful and all straight from the runway. The gym where I train has a fairly decent subscription from women audience who all want to be like the celebrities stated above and the gym also has an equal proportion of attendance from blokes and they all want to be with the women audience stated above. In essence what really keeps the gyms going is those televisions that keeps playing the same songs again and again with a different female singer in it.
My second session was a combined session when my PT suggested I would train with one of her other clients so I could better learn and follow. She introduced me to Jennifer and we started our training session. It started with regular squats and lunges followed by some push-ups. It all went well until it was time for some bench press. Jennifer and I started with the bench presses when my PT said 'don't be such a girl, pick up 10 kg dumb bells' and I said 'Jennifer is a girl, I don't think she can pick up 10 kg'. My PT said 'I was telling you, you have taken 6 kg dumb bells. She has taken 12 kg dumb bells' and Jennifer was in fact having 12 Kg in each hand and was already going great with her presses. I had to take 10 kg on each hand and the first press went well. Second one went half way through 'Are you going to throw up?' asked my PT. 'Am I going to throw up? know your audience. I might give birth to my colon though' I thought. After Jennifer had finished some 30 reps and I had finished about six and a half reps we stopped bench press and went to leg press. Even on the leg press Jennifer was going good with 70 Kg and I managed well with 35 Kg and when my PT raised the weights to 45 I crumbled and this time did not fail to puke.
Third session, no Jennifer thanks. The session started with farmer's walk; With a swoop my PT lifted 2x30 kg kettle bells and shifted them to my hands and I was certainly overtaken by gravity and immediately slouched and dropped the weights to the floor. 'Do you want to get fitter, what about those wash board abs? do you want them?' she asked me. Of-course I wanted them. I lifted the weights and went for a walk. 'Now we will do burpees' she said after I finished walking around with the weights and burpees sounded like some unmentionable disease. First one, second one, third one and stopped. 'Are you going to cry?' she asked me. Of-course no, not on the third one may be on the fourth one.
She was becoming impossible to train with, each day I was having a miserable training session and one day she messaged me 'we need to talk, tomorrow'. The next day in the gym she said 'I have to stop training with you. Apparently I have lost 8 kilos in last 3 weeks training with you. I have been lifting all the weights for you and doing all the lunges for you. But I can give you my friend's contact even she is looking to loose some weight, you can help her'. 'When did I become a PT?' I thought.
Well I am still not getting any closer to my goal and every time I try to quit there is Maria and no matter how strong I try to quit she motivates me and I continue on with my journey to fab from flab.
