Fitting Into My Future

I hate getting onto weighing scales. Especially if it isn’t in the safety of my own private space, and which is why I love hotels.

- Nidhi Raj Singh

Their unfailing effort to hide the scales deep under the bed (where we can’t find them or don’t bother to look) or in the bathroom, away from prying eyes.

But weighing scales are not my only problem. I also love food. Good food. And often, after finishing a meal that could have easily fed half the population of South Sudan, I have, tried to wish the calories away. And that’s not all, I hate exercising, and I mean with a vengeance. If there is anything in this world I truly detest (only after Mathematics) is going to the gym (my macbook does not even recognize the word ‘gymming’!). And I do have valid reasons for this hatred. First, I never get the results I am looking for. Secondly, I never get any time alone anyway. I feel as if I am constantly under a giant magnifying glass, incessantly being marked, labelled and judged.

Despite all of that, every night I wish for a ‘carb fairy’ to take the excess pounds off and I wake up a slenderer version of myself. On one such morning, I came across the mother of all ‘carb fairies’ showing me the most effective way to exercise in the privacy of my home.