I had gotten up early on Sunday morning. I was all energetic and fired up. I had put a motivational cassette tape into the walkman. I was ready to run, to lift weights, to punch the bag, to push-up and to sweat.
But when I got to the gym, they told me it’s for women only.
I kept walking around the neighborhood in Calgary, quite a workout in itself, but faced the same problem at each gym I attempted to visit: women only. GoodLife, Curves and many others apply this apartheid-like policy.
Slightly fed up, I decided to join the next club that would not discriminate against men. It was a Papa John’s.
And thus, with a quest for fitness, began my path to fatness.