It’s not that I hate you but…no, wait…I hate you!

So, first things first, why am I writing this to you today? Why this sudden hatred (it’s not that sudden but okay…)? It started with me going to a restaurant downtown. Okay, it wasn’t a restaurant; it was more like a café…Alright, fine! It wasn’t a café, it was a donut place. Your reaction at simply reading this is like third degree torture!

It had been months since I had even smelled a dessert. But it all got too much yesterday. It’s like the store walked up to me. I couldn’t resist and I had a donut. Maybe 2. Okay 3! Gosh!

I woke up in the middle of the night, my face red and my bedsheet wet from all the sweat.

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Finally, my sweet tooth sated, I left the store happy and satisfied. I reached home and fell into a deep sleep with a smile on my face but I woke up in the middle of the night, my face red and my bedsheet wet from all the sweat. I had a nightmare. No points for guessing who the star of my nightmare was!

So, I dreamt (nightmared? Is that even a word?) that I’ve gained a 100 KGs and you make me work out every minute, every hour, for the rest of my life. You scream at me for not following your orders and for giving in to my weaknesses. You call me a wuss and ask me to drop and give you crunches in 100 sets of 500 each. No wonder I woke up all sweaty, right?

It’s a free world and people should be allowed to live freely.

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Dreams are supposed to be about unicorns and rainbows. Not sweaty trainers and ugly gyms. It’s a free world and people should be allowed to live freely. They should be allowed to eat whatever they want, whenever they want and should definitely not have nightmares about it later. Then how did you gain so much control of my life?

Basically, what’s the need to be fit and healthy and blah blah blah. Why can’t I eat dessert for breakfast, chips for lunch and fried food with loads of cheese for dinner?

What’s that you’re saying? “I’ll die of unhealthiness?” But…

But everyone…has…t..to die some day!

You know what, screw it. I’ll meet you at the gym in an hour!

 

Love,

Your Trainee!



Author: Zainab Haji

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