ANOTHER TRAINING SESSION

Whoever who invented the Tabata Protocols training method ought to be canonised.....or shot.

For the first time in the last one year, I actually felt like puking after a workout, all thanks to Tabata. 20 secs of hard work followed by 10 secs of rest, for four minutes. Sounds short and sweet. By the 4th set, 20 secs feels like two minutes while the 10 secs of rest seemed like nothing. I hated the sound of that computer voice going "And start the next exercise in 3-2-1". For the first time, I started wondering if losing fat was worth this torture.

I also got my fat percentage measurements done using callipers today. The process involves pinching fats at 12 sites all over the body (face, arms, lats, tummy, thighs etc) and measuring the pinch-outs with a calliper. One of the most demoralising process ever, and all the more so when the one taking the measurements is a member of the opposite sex.

Regardless of the final fat percentage numbers, the whole process just made me want to go out there and start losing it....pronto! A great motivator for people who need a reason to climb into gym gear. Unlike those electronic measurements (which are usually not accurate by the way), there is just no hiding from the truth. No quickly stepping off the machine and grabbing the tiny slip of printout before anyone gets a gander at the numbers. The cold, hard facts (or fats) stare you in the face, and that of whatever cute guy taking your measurements.

I get to find out my fat levels tomorrow. The good news is that the numbers obtained via the callipers measurement are normally lower than the machine numbers. There is hope for me.