Chapter 1: The Lake House Experience

As I stand at the dock, my friends eagerly discard their shirts, revealing their toned physiques. They leap into the lake, splashing murky water onto my toes.

"Come on! Why are you hesitating? Jump in!"

Did they really want to know my thoughts? Or were they simply teasing me?

"The water's not that chilly."

I retreat to the edge of the dock, attempting to divert attention away from myself, but my friends' gazes remain fixed on me, unwavering.

With reluctance, I remove my shirt, exposing the rolls of fat on my stomach. Each step back towards the dock causes my belly to jiggle like gelatin.

"Dude, have you been hitting the gym?" one of them jokes.

I take a deep breath, biting my tongue, and dive into the water, creating a massive splash.

"If you need a life jacket, just give me a shout," Will quips. "Must be tough keeping all that weight afloat."

"I’ll manage, but thanks!" I laugh, masking my discomfort.

Why do these so-called friends act this way? What have I done to deserve this? I’m not even that overweight.

"Let’s play King of the Hill on the inflatable," one friend proposes.

"Sure, Sam and I will go first," Will grins.

I clamber onto the inflatable, trying to maintain my stance. Will smirks at me from across the platform.

"Have you been training for Sumo competitions?" he taunts, gesturing at my body.

Laughter erupts from the others.

"Are you sure you want to challenge me? You might end up hurt."

"Oh, I’m ready."

I plan to make sure he has a hard time swimming for a while.

The countdown begins, and I sprint at Will—

Splash! I tumble into the water, causing another huge wave. What was I thinking? I ran on a slippery surface and expected to stay upright. Water drips down my face—whether it's tears, lake water, sweat, or a mix of all three, I can’t tell.

I swim back to the dock, feeling humiliated, and step onto solid ground. Will’s dad greets me with a towel. I dash into the lake house for a long, hot shower.

As steam envelops the bathroom, so do thoughts of self-loathing. Why must I struggle with my weight? I treat everyone kindly, yet I’m still subjected to this behavior.

After my shower, I call my mom to pick me up early from the gathering. Quietly, I leave the house.

My mom’s Honda Odyssey is parked in the driveway. She unlocks the door, and I toss my bags into the trunk.

"Hi, baba," she says. "Are you hungry?"

Chapter 2: Cultural Expectations and Personal Change

In many South Asian families in America, especially those who have faced hunger, there is a strong emphasis on eating. The insecurities and trauma of the previous generation are often passed down, leading to stereotypes like the "fat Indian nerd" that I embodied until recently. However, that moment at the lake sparked a change in me. Upon returning home, I stopped indulging in heaping servings of curry and rice at dinner. I began researching fitness and nutrition, my YouTube feed filled with videos from creators like Jeff Nippard and Athlean-X. While others were engrossed in Fortnite memes, I immersed myself in understanding muscle types. Just as I was gearing up to hit the gym, the pandemic struck and I had to pivot to at-home workouts.

The initial phase was challenging. Counting every calorie, weighing each gram of Greek yogurt, and measuring out milk felt overwhelming. The workouts were grueling—ever tried a dead hang?

Despite these challenges, the first month was promising. I lost fat rapidly, maintained a healthy diet, and my motivation soared. The best part? I could finally look in the mirror without feeling ashamed. However, that progress hit a snag six weeks in. My parents expressed concern about my new habits.

Some days were more relaxed:

"You don't need to lose weight; you look perfectly fine!"

"Fat? You're not fat! Who told you that? You're healthy!"

"You can work out later; for now, concentrate on your studies."

Other days felt like a battle. I recall one evening I had already met my caloric goal of around 2,100 calories, yet my mom panicked, fearing I’d suffer from low blood sugar for skipping her traditional Bengali meals. She stormed into my room, presenting a plate of chicken, cauliflower, and rice. The old me would have devoured it. Instead, I held back. My mom began to cry, saying, "The one thing that brings me joy is watching you eat my food."

I was torn between two choices: refuse the food and see my mom upset, or eat it and jeopardize my progress.

The next morning, I woke feeling bloated and guilty. I didn't want to work out, count calories, or weigh my food. But I understood that those were the moments that mattered. I got up and continued my routine, letting go of the previous night's events. You can’t alter the past, so there’s no point in dwelling on it.

Chapter 3: The Intersection of Fitness and Entrepreneurship

During the quarantine, alongside my fitness journey, I also embarked on an entrepreneurial path. Building a business parallels the process of sculpting one's body. It’s often in those moments of fatigue and the urge to give up that the most significant strides occur. Sustainability is key: consistent, gradual efforts yield better results than pushing too hard and burning out. Small achievements, like gaining a new customer or a little more muscle, matter.

Celebrate the minor successes on this long journey, as both fitness and entrepreneurship are often lifelong commitments. If you focus solely on distant goals, like selling your company for millions or achieving a massive deadlift, without recognizing your day-to-day wins, you risk failure.

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