There was a time up until three years ago.
The gym was my happy place meadow.
I started that craze almost eight years back.
To keep my health and body on track.
Counting calories was a daily thing.
To return to the gym, forever longing.
There was one in my apartment complex.
Every day I'd attempt to get my muscles to flex.
I was the only faithful one in the whole building.
So the gym keys were with me, so thrilling.
Almost like my own personal space.
My happy and sacred place.
I've done it all, protein, whey and cassein.
At that time, I was eating so damn clean.
Ratio of macros and strength training.
Mixing it up with resistance in between.
VO2 max and fat synthesis.
Anaerobic, aerobic, thermogenesis.
Leptin, ghrelin, adrenaline, dopamine...guessing and counting.
Micro-managing and figuring out my body's state of being.
Ketosis, HIIT and intermittent fasting.
Sensitive to my glycogen reserves and routine.
Head stands for increased circulation.
Even injuries could not counter my determination.
I really was all in.
Focused my mind on the gym.
That became my happy place.
A sense of purpose and challenges to face.
I've had more than a three year break.
Begun to make healthier choices for my own sake.
Those three years, I desecrated my body.
Now I'm back, but I feel like a rookie.
This time, I have a different approach and plan.
I'm going raw and natural and what's available at hand.
No protein shakes or macros.
And definitely, no treadmill for cardio.
I'm feeling my body and responding to what it's telling me.
We have a better relationship, with healthy communication, you see.
सुन्दर, सस्ता, टिकाऊ(Sundar, sasta, tikau) literally means...
Beautiful, cheap, sustainable - that's the motto of my new regime.
I do cardio purely for increased lung capacity.
And I don't intend to workout daily or even regularly.
I barely do fifteen minutes of a running-kind of HIIT.
It's just the beginning, so my body is fighting me.
It wants to go back to snacking all night.
To chocolates, truffle cakes and all things deep fried.
No treadmill or gym or fancy equipment.
Just on the road, I pretend to be indifferent.
Since I don't have weights, I'm down to resistance training.
Just body weight and more reps, but I ain't complaining.
Come on cyber friends, please cheer me on.
I want to go back to feeling healthy and strong.
Sundar, sasta, tikau... this time I'm doing it differently.
I'm desperately seeking that thing called muscle memory.
It's only been a few days and I feel like my body wants to give up.
I've been dreaming of tiramisu, truffle cakes and cream-of-custard apple in a cup.
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