My tryst with the GYM!!

I have just come back from the gym – huffing and puffing and sweating and swearing!

It will not be an exaggeration if I say that at this very moment, every single cell in my body is aching and crying out dearly in pain. After all, they have not worked this hard for quite some time now. For the last three years, the only thing they have been doing is to gorge on the fatty and rather delicious Indian food that I have been sending down their way. So, no wonder they are taking a big hit.

My life story with the place called gym has been full of vicissitudes.. a love-hate sort of relationship, complete with the frequent breakups and pangs of extreme guilt. My current motivation is my upcoming trip to Spain. When you are in the land of the Tomatinas and encierros and gorgeous women, you ought to look good… at least that is what I learned from Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara.

So, in spite of what every part of my body says, I am toiling it out in the LA Fitness after work 4 days a week…

Hola España, here I come…