I decided to stop whining, and refrained from posting self-indulgent nonsense. Thus the silence. Ahem. No, it has nothing to do with me being generally a sporadic poster No sirree.
However, I have big news. There is a new man in my life.
His name is Sameer. He’s tall and fit, funny and sweet and I see him nearly every day for about an hour or so.
He’s one of the trainers at my new gym.
Yes, ladies and germs, GymKitteh is BACK! (Interestingly they were playing Shady’s back at the gym this morning.) GymKitteh is a lot of fun–she has channeled all her rage at self-absorbed exboyfriends and selfish disloyal exbestfriends into FINISHING THAT FUCKING SET! This means she has endorphins throwing Mardi Gras parties in her system all the time, and sleeps like a dead person. Which means she is a WHOLE LOTTA MORE FUN! And types in caps a lot ;)
Anyway, Sameer and I had a very itneresting conversation this morning, where he asked me if I had seen Bodyguard (based on Whitney Houstaon Kevin Kostner??) and I said no, movies are too expensive these days. (True dat. I spent THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY rupees on a chick flick that had half the good bits cut!!!) ‘Arre madam main toh bas download katra hoon sab ko. Aap ko chaihye?’ was his reply.
Sameer’s most endearing trait is the way he keeps saying shaabaash–I haven’t had that said to me since I was eight and the gardener was helping me learn to ride a bicycle. Second highest on the list is the fact that, though he isn’t *my* personal trainer, he seems invested in me, to the extent that he kept an eye on me today, despite my having been farmed out to someone else (Dharmendar) and noticed that I had been abandoned and was gasping and wheezing and trying to life the puny minimum weight on one of the chest workout machines. (When he’d been standing there the previous day he was pushing the bar too, so I could move it.) He must have signalled to someone else because another trainer (Raj) came bounding up to help.
I’m hoping the general well-being from channeling all the ugh out and the joys of DOMS will keep me at it–and maybe I’ll lost some weight along the way and no longer be afraid to take my clothes off in front of a boy.