I Swear You Will Be Fine

Dear Josh,

My clinic got a new toy. It’s a body fat analyser. Remember how much we used to talk about it? And you were even looking for something similar to have at home.

My clinic actually had one a few years ago, but I never tried it and it was moved to another branch. When this machine came in, I thought I’ll give it a go. I expected the results to be relatively reasonable.

Unfortunately, it was far from it. Despite losing a little weight recently, my overall fat composition was horrendously high. My lean muscle mass was ridiculously low. And I was still overweight. Even my colleagues who look a lot heavier than me had better ratios than me. It was truly quite embarassing! 

When I got back to my room, I looked at the report and was literally dying to show it to you and discuss it with you. You would have looked at it in detail. You would have told me what I should be doing. You would have told me how to increase my protein. And what sort of exercises I should be doing. Most importantly, you would have asked to come over and do one yourself. I can only imagine how awesome your report would have been.

I think of you more when I’m at the gym (which is not very often). There are many boys who look like you in there and I have to frequently catch myself to stop staring at them. How I wish you were still there with me, teaching me to do stretches, and then nudging me when you were ready to leave. Shalini and Jess still can’t bring themselves to go to the gym.

It’s a running joke at work now to see if anyone can be worse than me. You would not have been happy! But I promise I’m going to try harder to improve this. I know you’ll be watching me.

Love Mum