It's Sunday night, so I'm doing my usual thing. Tomorrow I start the gym. For real
this time. I've said this about 60 Mondays in a row. I counted from the date
I bought the membership. In Riyadh I paid 6 months upfront. I went 11 times. The
trainer started waving at me like a stranger. I came back to Hyderabad and bought another one.
Same gym app, different city. Same me. Each Monday has its own reason. Last Monday it rained. The Monday before that
I had a cold. Once it was a public holiday and the gym was closed, so I got a free pass.
I even rescheduled to Tuesday once because Monday felt too normal. That was a proud day.
The problem is I'm not lazy about anything else. I'm up at 6 most mornings for
work. I've laid out my clothes on a chair 4 times. The chair now wears them permanently.
My shoes have been next to the door since January, pointing out. Ready to go and going nowhere. My
mother asked last week if I'm putting on weight. I said no. She said, then why the new belt?
I don't have an answer to that and neither does the belt. It's now
11 pm and my alarm is set for 5:30 am. I'll keep you posted tomorrow.
If you don't hear from me by lunch, please assume that it rained very heavily.
The forecast says clear skies, so I'm already working on a better excuse for it.
Maybe I'll say the gym moved. Nobody checks that sort of thing on a Monday.