Imagine, you’re all set to begin that workout you have been planning since eons. It took you more than many months to motivate yourself and actually go and enroll yourself in a fancy gym, only for the simple reason that the amount you’ve spent will ‘make’ you reach there everyday without fail.
Finally, after all the gym shopping with track pants, t-shirts, shoes, socks and whatever ‘other’ gears are required you reach there feeling good as if you have accomplished something major in life. As if you’re already a winner just by reaching there and being there. Surrounded by many absolutely fit ‘old-timers’, and a few amateurs, all of them look oh-so-fit. All it takes is a short glance in the mirror where everything is right on your face, their body, your butt, their body, your hanging tummy, their body and your arms, their body and… and then you stop…
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