I buff. I so buff.
Like most nights for the past few weeks, after my dredged 75min city transit commute home from work last night, I grabbed a bag of cheezies and crashed on my couch. Way too tired to hit the gym (been on a hiatus from gym workouts for a few weeks).
The only difference this time was that I was yapping on the phone with my pal Karolina. We were already on the phone for the past hour. Catching up on life takes a while sometimes. One of my pet peeve is listening to someone talk on the phone while they simultaneously eat. So, since I was starving, I put the phone’s mouthpiece far from me, thinking Karolina wouldn’t be able to hear me chow down on the cheezies, but she’s a smart cookie. Busted. The conversation flowed something like this thereafter:
Rani: I don’t want to say.
Karolina: What are you eating?!
Rani: Cheezies. Don’t judge me.
Karolina: Why do you even have those in your house?! Go to the gym!
I managed to digress from the gym conversation, but Karolina did slip the fact that she was re-jigging her workouts to six days from seven days a week. This didn’t mean she’d have one less workout. She was doubling up. It’s a sickness, I say.
And, so off to Club 16: Trevor Linden Fitness I went.
(1) Thankful for friends genuinely showing interest in my health/wellness.
(2) I demolished the bag of cheezies before I went to the gym.