Posts Tagged ‘fitness’


    Thursday, October 29th, 2009

    My brain turned into mush around 2 p.m. because I had the bright idea this morning to clean out my Inbox at work.

    So yes, it was one of those days.

    Determined, I managed to organize and purge three-fourths of the way through the mailbox (translation: about 900 e-mails) before my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my tongue stuck out the side of my mouth.

    People were staring at me. No joke.

    OK, joke.

    As a reward for my diligence, I allowed myself to consume a King-size Reese’s, two white-chocolate-and-macadamia-nut cookies and a pumpkin-spice latte. All of this even though I haven’t hit the fitness center in three weeks.

    I am chock-full of accomplishments today. And I think I’ll stop writing now.


    Friday, February 20th, 2009

    Somehow, my coworkers persuaded me to participate in the Go! St. Louis Marathon Relay with them.

    I’ll be part of a four-person, matchy-matchy team that will run 26.2 miles altogether — 6.5 miles per person — on April 19.

    Training begins Monday, and my boss, who is captain of my team, sent a peppy, “Yes, we can!” e-mail today offering a workout schedule that team members can execute at our company’s fitness center. All that did was annoy me.

    “Does everyone have to be so serious about this?” I thought, realizing a nanosecond later that my posing the question is precisely why I haven’t been able to lose, and keep off, the excess pounds.

    Why bother?

    Friday, December 19th, 2008

    Aside from the slices of cantaloupe (and honeydew melon I had already consumed), my holiday plate was full of delicious rubbish consisting of:

    1. fudge
    2. brownie
    3. macaroon
    4. pecan pie

    It’s likely there was a cookie on here, too. But I must have nibbled it up before this shot, which was taken after I realized that today’s 50 minutes of stinky cardio will not be worth a damn.


    My consciences

    Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

    So what if it’s not a word; the truth is that there are at least two people acting as my conscience.

    News got out recently (likely from my big mouth) that I’ve implemented an exercise routine. Now I’m being held to it.

    My co-worker Julie piped up yesterday around 2:30 in the afternoon to ask, “Minal Gandhi, did you go work out today?”

    There was a pause. And then a look — from me to her, and vice versa.

    She raised her eyebrows in a no-nonsense manner, waiting for me to respond.

    “Umm, no…?” I said finally, trying to make my guilt sound adorable.

    I wasn’t successful.

    Julie told me that I never should’ve let her know about my fitness goal, because now she’s going to check in regulary to ask whether I made my promised visit to the company’s gym. This was after she revealed that she’s been exercising every day since March (or was it May?) and that she’s lost 30 pounds altogether thus far. She added also that she gets up around 5 each morning to get her workout in.

    I sat there quietly for several minutes — vexed.

    And then, a half-hour later, I was sweating on a treadmill.

    Even if my conscience isn’t effective, I can at least say I have another one that is.

    33 going on 45

    Monday, September 22nd, 2008

    Every Sunday, Ben and I spend time with his parents — dad in the morning and mom in the evening. The day comforts me, because I get to be around parents, even if they’re not my parents. (But will be.) 

    This past Sunday evening with Ben’s mom, Suzy, was especially entertaining because she not only bought a Wii, but a Wii Fit package. 

    I don’t know how many people have a Wii Fit, but let me start off by saying that it’s freaking fabulous. It’s like having a personal trainer — in the form of a cyborg, no less — right at home.

    Giddy like kids on Christmas, the three of us took turns playing with the new toy. We ecstatically set up our very own Mii profiles, picking silly hairstyles, and nose shapes before we could begin our workouts. 

    But then came the disturbing part: We each had to post our age, height and weight to go with our Miis, which, of course, caused me to have a fit — no pun intended. After a bit of coaxing I put on my brave suit and posted my numbers.

    According to Wii Fit’s calculations, my current body mass index puts me at the overweight side of the scale. Big surprise — I mean, isn’t that what I’ve been blogging about forever? But also, with the data I inputted, the Wii calculated my real age, my “Wii Fit Age”, which turned out to be ….


    … an unimpressive 31.

    I scowled. I don’t need to be two years older than I actually am, not when the number is based upon health.

    But then my 33-year-old fiancé got his results. And thank god he’s got a sense of humor because it turns out he’s 45.


    Ben and I have lots to work on.

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