runaway princess…

They’re known as chocolate chip cookies. They’re the favorites of perfectly normal kids, depressed women and obese men alike. It was beautifully situated inside a jar on top of the table at Mom’s TV room, seducing my desirous hunger. And they were exactly the cause of my most recent sinful activity as two pieces led to five and five led to an empty jar. I managed to pick up the crumbs off my shirt and allowed my tongue to savor every last piece.

I called my trainer.

“100 crunches tomorrow, Missy.” He ended the conversation with no argument from me.

I closed the phone feeling like a kid that literally deserved to be spanked for my disobedience. Oh, it was terrible feeling shallow and vain. It was a mockery toward my own self for feeling extremely un-beautiful. It was even more torturing knowing that feeling as such was unnecessarily bogus.

—

It began almost 2 months ago when I entered a place where the highly superficial and/or the physically oriented beings spend their minutes – the gym. Having stopped for about a month with “holidaying” as my most classic excuse, I felt a rush of adrenalin as I met the 26 year old head trainer. He was the right person to fix this body, I thought.

“What’s your motivation for gym, Sita?” He asked as he measured every inch of me as a normal procedure for new members.

“It’s a regular habit. I’ve been gymming on and off for about 4 years.”

“That’s nice to know. Will you be in need of a trainer?”

I looked around witnessing few better bodies assisting the overweight ones.

“Are you available?”

He blushed and said, “I’m full but I can assist you if you are here in the mornings or during my regular hours. We train privately during our off hours.”

“That’s good thank you.” I smiled conducting an inspection of his successful body from top to bottom.

“Now have you ever measured your fat percentage before?”

“Yes, it was 14% two years ago and last year went to 22%.”

“That’s excellent,” He said, “Let’s hope we reach the same number this time.” He began measuring.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Hmmm…it’s 32% and that is very poor on the scale. No exercise for two weeks can get your fat up to 5% so this isn’t a surprise.”

That was it. For whom I thought was the least vain person in the world, my jaw hung open for a couple of seconds before my eyes blinked bringing me back to reality.

“I believe that with determination and effort you can bring your 14% back again. You are not overweight in fact you’re just fine. We just need to tone and alter the fat to muscle without…”

“This is horrible!” I shrieked feeling childish and wondering how many female idiots like me he’s encountered.

He smiled. “We’ll take it slow but sure. I guarantee.”

Ah, it wasn’t merely about the major change of percentage. Um okay, of course it was. No, no, it was strictly more about health on top of it all. It was about how careless I have been toward my physical body, how unnervingly ignorant! It was uncalled for and needed no immediate forgiveness.

—

With determination and effort, my trainer had said. After gagging over the chocolate chips, I ran over the list of repeated resolution for a healthy future which I had written on a small note pad. One I carry everywhere inside my purse.

No alcohol except half a glass of wine during very rare in-need-of-wine dinners. No smoking. No mentally and physically cheating on your partner. No cursing with anger. (Cursing playfully is okay). No making fun of people verbally. (Bad thoughts need no publicity). No eating red meat or four legged animals. Avoid eggs. Speak to God on a daily basis even for only 5 minutes. An apple/banana a day. Never forget to share or donate. Smile especially to people you dislike. Or those that dislikes you. Greet old friends on occasions just to say “Hello, how are you?” instead of asking for a place to crash once you’re in his/her city. Gym regularly. Always find yoga class no matter where you live. No fast food. No junk food. One chocolate chip cookie per month. One piece. Damn it. No cursing!

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