The Pizzazzy

After giving birth to a child, one of my friends was not so happy about the weight she had gained around her not so trim tummy. Constants effort and motivation from friends and family could not push her towards going into a fitness regime apart from continuously checking her weight in the office Gym.

How did she manage to check it everyday was courtesy our after lunch strolls in the garden. This was our daily office gossip sessions.

Due to the recent heat we opted to take our gossip sessions to the basement of our building housing the Gym. This gave our friend a chance to regularly visit the Gym for 5 mins.

Her weight checking session was big comic moments of the day which began with she removing her shoes, her duppatta or any accessories in the hope of moving the scale little favourably. She checked her weight and as usual she was saddened. Everyday she would check her weight and join us without giving-in to our pressures to tell us the reading.

One day when she completed this exercise she joined us fuming with anger. It seems the office clerk saw her checking her weight and asked her jokingly “madam how much?” as she prepared herself to smile and avoid answering she heard the Gym attendant reply “74″ very loud and clear for all the people working out to hear. He must have witnessed this daily routine.

So, this was what made our dear friend so red and ready to explode and she added that he might as well make an announcement on the Paging System for the whole office.

Laughter and more laughter from everyone made her redder and angrier, but we told her that atleast her daily routine was useful for monitoring the machine’s zero error.