Confessions of an Almost Thirty Gym Virgin: Page 3


I felt the crunch today.  Each and every one of those 40 movements down half-way and hold; and up and down and up and hold; made my innards turn and squeak loud enough to drown the excessively loud thump that was passing as music in the gym.

I reaffirmed the fact that I enjoyed the treadmill but lingering from yesterday’s 20 minute stint on a bicycle that got me nowhere was the very literal pain in my ass which made today’s twenty minutes seem like a never ending hour.

And fasting from tomorrow.  Gosh, but I love Ramadhan.  It can easily be my most favourite month in the whole year.  There is something so restive about it, something that calms you from within provided you allow yourself to feel the spirituality that fasting actually is supposed to entail.  Abstinence not from food, and not for starvation’s sake, but for allowing us to recover from the excesses that we indulge in for the rest of the year.  It is the Islamic version of a detox diet that actually has associated rewards more than the correction of your overworked digestive system.  Fast once and earn material and spiritual rewards!

Right now, my concern is ensuring I’m not tempted by the site of the golden, buttery, flaky discs that my mama serves up in the form of the world’s yummiest parathas at sehri time.  I’ve taken a step by telling her not to include my share when kneading the dough.  *sigh* the thought of brown bread or weetabix at sehri is so strange.  Oh well… The thought of managing to avoid putting on weight is one heck of a motivator as all the reasons that Psyched recapped most eloquently when commenting on the last page of my gym journal. 🙂

How I’m going to manage gym?  Whether in the morning with a roza or in the evening on a stuffed full stomach after iftar are more decisions bugging me.  But we shall see what the dawn brings on the morrow.  For now, am content and happy with the advent of Ramadhan and looking forward to making an effort to celebrate it like it deserves with sincerity and good faith and reaching back towards the basics of who we are supposed to be.

Ramadhan Mubarak everybody!  May it bring you and your families the goodness and blessings it entails along with the peace and serenity that is so absent from our routines in today’s world!  Bless you all and bless me too! 🙂  Ameen!

3 Responses to “Confessions of an Almost Thirty Gym Virgin: Page 3”

  1. Thursday, September 13, 2007 at 20:13

    in addition to working out (moderately – avoid the zeal of the born-again) eat a little at short intervals

    ps: read some blog entries. enjoyed!

  2. 2 PsycheD
    Sunday, September 16, 2007 at 4:42

    go gurl go!! 🙂 am grunting, huffing and ouffing just behind u….or am i ahead?? i be lost! :S

  3. Monday, September 17, 2007 at 2:32

    Ramazan Mubarak to you too:)
    My apologies for wishing late though!

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September 2007

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