With my running shoes on and mobile phone off, I’m set for a morning jog. Favourable weather with cool breeze is surely some inspiration. But the most inspiring are the sharp gazes and the wagging tongues of ‘conspiring women’ in my area. I’m not very fat, nor very lean. Have a tendency to put on when irresistible indulgences take control over me.
Pause.
As a responsible grown up member of my family, it’s my duty to keep my weight under control and fitness under scan. The over-indulgences, the cynical freedom to eat-whatever-you-want-to are not meant for me. Well.. at least it looks good in writing;)
“There are many, many like me” – I give assurance to myself.
Coming back to the Jog.
After witnessing quite many cases of transformation I persuaded myself to take to jogging. An additional incentive is to give myself a valid excuse to enjoy second helping when the food is exotic;)
Only fourth day to The Jog and my partner-in-jog is nowhere to be seen!
This is what I call betrayal!!
When she and I decided to start The Jog, we signed the “agreement” that if any of us is not coming for The Jog, she should inform the other person in advance.. I called her. And realized that she’s not up yet. I should better continue with the ritual, I started off.
Happy Feet.
Cool breeze and favourable weather. My feet and especially the mind are getting the necessary fuel to continue the rather painful session. I’m keeping myself motivated with thoughts of miraculous transformations. And the sumptuous foods with ‘allowed’ label once I dodge the weight limit.
