Today, we were told we could walk around the society buildings, within the gates. Ofcourse there were rules. Like – you can only walk, not run, skate, cycle. And you can only do it from 7:30 AM onwards – for my age group. That you have to be 6 feet away from folks from other houses. Though when The Dude and I stepped out, we were yelled at and asked to stay 6 feet away from each other too. Turns out, we were ok with that as well. Everything seemed acceptable – for this luxury of being able to step out of our homes. How the mighty have fallen, eh?
Yep, these are strange times, certainly. So many theories around how long it takes to get used to something, form a habit etc. Eventually, it is very individual, I have come to conclude. Like for me – if you were to take the official ‘lockdown’ date as the start of these strange times, I actually took less than 2 weeks to get used to it. I mean, I don’t love it, I don’t even like it, but I don’t despise it anymore. Steady state. One might say. So much so, that when the much expected lockdown extension was announced, I only went Ehn.
The lockdown has also made me realise several other aspects about myself. Like, I am sort of a neat-freak if I have put an effort into the cleaning. As in, I hate my efforts going waste I guess. And since I am the unanimous Chief Cleaning Officer in this house, this means that you will hear me mumbling about dirty feet, dripping water, dropping crumbs through the day.
Additionally, I have realised that I am serial snacker if I am not kept busy all the time. Like, one has to positively distract me to keep me away from all things edible. And somehow, while the availability of random food and snack items is relatively lower, this does nothing to reduce my need for them. In fact, it makes me even more devious and creative, motivating me to find the unhealthiest of options and make a snack out of it.
I am also – wait for it – a workout junkie! Who would have thought huh? Yes, I have been working out, gymming, running through out the last 8 years, but this time has made me look forward to the 45 minutes in front of a Youtube fitness channel more than anything else through the day. Which is weird, because laziness>everything usually – but now, here I am, fretting when my knees hurt because of too much Cardio because I will need to do something lighter. Also, if I were to relate all the above points, it actually makes a lot of sense.
Cleaning = form of workout – hence sweeping or mopping doesn’t annoy me anymore. And yes, I wear my fitness watch while doing it.
Snacking = anti-workout – hence more Snacking requires more workout. So one can snack all day without feeling guilty (no, this doesn’t work, we all know how ridiculously off the snacking-working out equations are. May be lesser guilt there, at the most)
Workout = fitter me. Frankly, I want atleast one good thing at the end of this lockdown, and this seems the only option here. I can finally do 10 pushups without the knees now. So yeah. Also, endorphins = real thing.
Anyway, like I said in the last post, I have decided to not look at the brighter side of anything in this time, and I will stick to my promise. I am not seeking positivity, I am not hoping for a better future. These little things are still just part of all the acceptance. And hence, here.