Health Freaks!
Of people from various persuasions, the ones that I am quite wary of are health freaks. Though such associations were few and far between, even the little time spent paying audience to them is nerve-racking. They are the most unproductive and annoying moments. You will hear them go gaga over their abs, biceps, triceps, the number of push-ups and pull-ups they manage...things a normal individual will never relate to.
I call them maniacs because their hangover from the workouts is incurable. You will see them nursing their hand over the muscular wobble on the chest, flexing their biceps while having food, as if every morsel lodges directly under the bulge; while walking they appear a heavily ironed garment after a starch dip - hands thrown apart, flaunting a pigeon chest and wading their way in quarter turns due to taut muscles.
Natural food cannot cater to their bodily requirement. They need amino mass, protein supplements and other body-building potions. I had witnessed this activity very closely. Workout is incomplete without sipping this 'elixir' before and during the workout. Thirty minutes of rest followed by steam bath, then, hot and cold shower, and then, follows an hour long session before the mirror to take notice of every twitch and bounce in the muscles. They also need people to corroborate their observation and, mind you, never answer them in the negative. They may take this to heart and get under the bench-press for another bout of sweating.
Dietitians owe their existence to these loony individuals who need to be even advised on the choice of food and its measure. Obviously, when physique is all on their brain, they certainly need others to guide them through such commonsense choices. Their word is a command unto them. They hold an uncommon admiration for these dietitians and physical instructors, very similar to a kid's reverence for his infallible teacher. Let parents break their head in persuading him to pronounce a word in a certain way; all in vain, because the teacher doesn't say it that way.
I feel pain when I see these freaks exerting themselves over dumb weights. Basic fitness is a necessary and sufficient condition for a healthy and balanced life. Bodily obsession is justified on the part of models and actors. But, for those six-pack abs to while away one's energies shrieking under the weights is a brutish expectation.
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I call them maniacs because their hangover from the workouts is incurable. You will see them nursing their hand over the muscular wobble on the chest, flexing their biceps while having food, as if every morsel lodges directly under the bulge; while walking they appear a heavily ironed garment after a starch dip - hands thrown apart, flaunting a pigeon chest and wading their way in quarter turns due to taut muscles.
Natural food cannot cater to their bodily requirement. They need amino mass, protein supplements and other body-building potions. I had witnessed this activity very closely. Workout is incomplete without sipping this 'elixir' before and during the workout. Thirty minutes of rest followed by steam bath, then, hot and cold shower, and then, follows an hour long session before the mirror to take notice of every twitch and bounce in the muscles. They also need people to corroborate their observation and, mind you, never answer them in the negative. They may take this to heart and get under the bench-press for another bout of sweating.
Dietitians owe their existence to these loony individuals who need to be even advised on the choice of food and its measure. Obviously, when physique is all on their brain, they certainly need others to guide them through such commonsense choices. Their word is a command unto them. They hold an uncommon admiration for these dietitians and physical instructors, very similar to a kid's reverence for his infallible teacher. Let parents break their head in persuading him to pronounce a word in a certain way; all in vain, because the teacher doesn't say it that way.
I feel pain when I see these freaks exerting themselves over dumb weights. Basic fitness is a necessary and sufficient condition for a healthy and balanced life. Bodily obsession is justified on the part of models and actors. But, for those six-pack abs to while away one's energies shrieking under the weights is a brutish expectation.
(414 words)
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