This time it’s serious! After months of being a regular at the gym and spending those sweaty hours near the dumbbells, I was ready to take my fitness to the next level! Fitness is no stranger to me, but being the curious person that I am, I always want to try something new. So after getting excited and motivated by those fitness vlogs you see on YouTube and admiring “Guruji” aka Muscle Uncle at the gym, I thought I should have a body like him (come on, I was 22 then). Right through all the awe, Right behind, right behind the muscular guy supporting him during the squats, was my knight in shining armor, who could help me get that “BOD,” the next Salman Khan. My self “Personal Trainer” (PT), Mr. JK

Well… I wish my story was as simple as this, but this is the world of Curious Anna, where NOTHING is normal. JK turned out to be the worst trainer in the history of the worst trainers where the worst can’t be worse! TONGUE TWISTER!!! Ha… and here’s why:

I created a black hole in my pocket by paying my PT a day early, after watching Sylvester Stallone’s Rocky motivational movie series (I’m still a HUGE fan). I arrived at the gym ready to train GRRRR! JK started with my fitness assessment. I couldn’t go to the gym for about a month due to family commitments, but amazingly, my body fat had dropped by half a percent since my last checkup. I felt pretty sure of myself thinking that my coach was going to praise me. And then we started talking…

He asked me a bit about my fitness experience:

“Well, I haven’t been to a gym since last month…”

“Last month?” she asked her, frowning.

“Yes, but before that I was a regular at the gym and I also did yoga at least five days a week”
JK wasn’t happy, but he kept going.

“Why aren’t you in the best shape of your life?” she asked.

I cleared my throat, contemplating my answer.

I’m in the best shape of my life. I’m not the skinniest I’ve ever been, but I’m definitely the strongest. I bench around 30kg and my stamina has improved noticeably as well. My shoulders and arms are getting stronger and more defined, and I feel good.

JK’s expression seemed confused as if he was speaking to him in Latin (no offense to the Latin language)

“What is stopping you from reaching your full potential? What are your weaknesses?”

“I love to eat sweets, but I limit myself, because I know how important diet is if you want to get any results,” I told her. “I like good food. I eat well, but I eat.” And before he could continue…

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