Recently, someone really close to me had an awakening. Let's call him - Theego.
We meet practically everyday (he has been with me the entire time) and most of the time, he is in complete control of his emotions. He thought (wrongly) for a long time that he is perfect and in good health - a little paunch is no shortcoming, or so he thought.
So after having moved to India at the same time as me, he started to get pampered by his family. And the pounds (lbs) (or kgs) started piling up in all the wrong places. Let's call it, generically as - The Pit. Work from home certainly added to the woes but he was never one to admit.
Soon, pants that were once comfortable to wear started becoming too tight for comfort. Shirts that had a nice feel to them, started bulging near the Pit. Alas, Life was no cake walk (Oh! Cake, yummy - see that's what I am talking about). At work, in spite of a very easy schedule, food was never far away. No matter how much Theego thought he was fine, he just wasn't and it was getting embarassing.
Theego's better half had always warned him against this bad habit (eating more, no exercise), considering a troubling history of diabetes and BP in both families. Again, total disregard for sane advice. Theego's mother, a staunch supporter of her son in good times and bad, noticed the significant increase in the size of the Pit and asked him to do something about it.
One day, while in bed, Theego started thinking long and hard about what he really wants to be and had decided that enough is enough!! It's time to talk the talk andwalk the walk, just run. Run, not from the issue, but run hard enough to make the issue go away. So while he is taking the right steps, it will take some time. The wife tries hard and relentlessly to egg him on and surely while that gets a tad irritating at times, he has come to realise that it's all for the best, his best.
Surely a lot of you might recognize Theego from before, but now he has made a vow. To get himself into shape. Eat right (as bloody hard & funny as that may sound), run a lot, get into those pants and shirts nicely and comfortably and make Mrs. Theego and Mommy Theego happy and relieved.
That's the goal. Simple.
We meet practically everyday (he has been with me the entire time) and most of the time, he is in complete control of his emotions. He thought (wrongly) for a long time that he is perfect and in good health - a little paunch is no shortcoming, or so he thought.
So after having moved to India at the same time as me, he started to get pampered by his family. And the pounds (lbs) (or kgs) started piling up in all the wrong places. Let's call it, generically as - The Pit. Work from home certainly added to the woes but he was never one to admit.
Soon, pants that were once comfortable to wear started becoming too tight for comfort. Shirts that had a nice feel to them, started bulging near the Pit. Alas, Life was no cake walk (Oh! Cake, yummy - see that's what I am talking about). At work, in spite of a very easy schedule, food was never far away. No matter how much Theego thought he was fine, he just wasn't and it was getting embarassing.
Theego's better half had always warned him against this bad habit (eating more, no exercise), considering a troubling history of diabetes and BP in both families. Again, total disregard for sane advice. Theego's mother, a staunch supporter of her son in good times and bad, noticed the significant increase in the size of the Pit and asked him to do something about it.
One day, while in bed, Theego started thinking long and hard about what he really wants to be and had decided that enough is enough!! It's time to talk the talk and
Surely a lot of you might recognize Theego from before, but now he has made a vow. To get himself into shape. Eat right (as bloody hard & funny as that may sound), run a lot, get into those pants and shirts nicely and comfortably and make Mrs. Theego and Mommy Theego happy and relieved.
That's the goal. Simple.
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