|A Story of A New Beginning..|
Everyone of us has someone who we consider as our best friend. I too have one. This is his story.
He was the youngest in his family and was a pampered kid. His mother like all the dutiful and pampering mothers, fed her love through the food she gave him. Copious amounts of it. Even as a little kid, he developed an voracious appetite. So, he ate all the time. He was a healthy looking boy.
As time went on, the boy became an young man, went to college, graduated, started working, loved a girl and got married. He was a pampered husband. His wife beamed with pride when he devoured whatever she lovingly cooked. As a result he began to look even more healthy.
Of course, he only ‘looked’ healthy. But even as a kid he had many health issues. He suffered badly with recurring breathing issues besides the usual coughs and colds. His mother had to make innumerable trips to various hospitals carrying the not-so-light-weight boy. The poor lady had to helplessly endure hell during those times looking at his suffering and spending many sleepless nights.
After he got married, the scenario was not that different. It was now his wife that spent sleepless nights, helplessly looking at him suffer from his all too frequent bronchitis attacks. She used to go through hell helplessly looking on as he coughed and struggled to breath throughout the night. That went on for many nights and the tons and tons of prescription medicines didn’t seem to help him in anyway.
He used to fall sick almost every month, suffering for a week, recovering for another week, looking healthy for a week or two before the cycle started all over again. In the meantime, he continued to eat heartily because it was important to eat well to be healthy according to his well wishers. And eating well meant eating more. He loved his food. He became more healthy looking.
On his 31st birthday he weighed in at 92 kilos. Just 20 kilos overweight for his height. He looked at his darling wife who was six months pregnant. They were expecting their first child. He thought that he would be the worst example for his kid. He also remembered his father who left this world when he was still in his teens. He remembered the pain his family had to endure due to that. He did not want his young family to go through such a pain because of him.
He wanted to do something about his fitness. He knew that if he became fit, his health issues and weight problems will sort themselves out. He started with trying to play badminton in his apartment complex. On the first day, he could not even play for five minutes continuously. He struggled to move and huffed and puffed like a steam engine. He had to stop and sit out for the rest of the day, recovering.
The next day, he knew that he would struggle again to move. But he came back to play the next day, the day after and the day after. The progress was slow. But it was there. He kept at it. He began to move better. He wanted to improve further and started running as cross training. Before that time, he actively hated running because he couldn’t run even for a few meters.
But this time he was motivated to improve. He started with jogging for just a couple of rounds around his apartment building before his daily round of badminton and slowly increased the distance. There was more progress. That motivated him further to keep going. Then he chanced upon Yoga on TV and began doing simple Pranayama and a few Asanas before the game. There was further improvement.
As the time went on he began to alternate between jogging, yoga and badminton so that he was not bored by any one activity daily. He made sure he spent at least an hour doing some or the other workout. He was able to play badminton for more than an hour continuously without being tired. He also began to eat only as much as is required to keep him going instead of devouring jumbo sized meals every day.
In the process he lost 16 kilos of weight in about 8 months. He was leaner, fitter and healthier by the time his first child was six months old. On the same day that his kid turned six months old, he gifted himself a cycle. He started cycling to keep off the flab and continue to stay active. Not surprisingly, in the process his sick days began to decrease and eventually vanished. In nearly three years that followed till this day, he is yet to visit a doctor or depend on medication.
My friends call him, Venky.
Read about the second innings here: http://www.govenkygo.com/2011/10/story-of-my-best-friend-2nd-innings.html