As I finished my more than six kilometers of running routine today morning, I decided to go to gym and weigh myself.
67 Kgs! Shit! Fuck! End of game.
Since last eight days, I was under the impression that I was 62 Kgs heavy. I surely must have had misread my weight more than a week back when I last measured it, for there is no way I could have gained five Kgs in such a short time. I definitely don’t stand any more chance to get even a bronze for my hostel in weightlifting. Do you ask why?
There are different weight categories based on the weight-lifter’s weight. 57-62 Kgs is one, and 62-69 Kgs in another. Had I actually been 62, lifting 70 Kgs of weight would have made sure, I get at least third. Now that I suddenly find myself in the next higher category, I don’t even want to find out what’s the new target. It’s impossible for me to go beyond 70 in nine days. That leaves me with only one option if I still want to compete: lose weight.
I am not sure if I really want to do that. For my height, the ideal weight is 69. So, as of now I am underweight by 2 Kgs. Is it a nice idea to lose weight for the sake of a sports which I am not even sure of winning?
More important than that, how am I supposed to lose five Kgs in eight days? I already am running more than six kilometers everyday. Running any more is not a great idea. The only other thing that I can try out is start eating less. But that again would be sad because without enough food, I won’t be able to work out, or even run as much as I have been doing.
Suddenly 27th October is no more important. Inter hostel weight lifting is going to be held that day.
It’s a fucked up case. It’s setback time.
By the way, I didn’t feel like applying for Shell. Something was wrong.