Paint the Town or My A…

img_7488I always love a good paint job.  A fresh coat of paint can do wonders in making the old look new, changing a mood, or making a place look more welcoming.  Welcoming is exactly what it was in my case!  I will allow you to have a good laugh at my expense.

I had a laugh at my expense.  Giving myself plenty of time to get to an appointment today on time, I decided to take a little walk through the local park and enjoy some mindful moments to myself.  I find this welcoming bright green ledge which looked so inviting for me to sit on and think and no signs or indication it had just been painted (missing the fresh glossy look you have with fresh paint).  Listening to my music, this guy gets in my face and is motioning me to move.  As I pull my headphones down, I ask kya (what).  He tells me not to sit the paint is wet.  As I look at him confused I place my hand down on the ledge and find my hand sticking to it, immediately I stood up doing the half turn to place my eyes on my backside to access the damage before anyone else.  img_7507

But it was too late.  A crowd of onlookers all stood there gawking at my now freshly colored green backside which clearly stated ‘I SAT IN PAINT’.  “Signs, where are the signs?” I asked in panic.  “No signs mam.” As I looked around, I met eyes with three more victims.  Mine was the worst.  My appointment was in thirty minutes and I had a green colored ass.  I can only imagine walking into the office and hearing, “Mam, please take a seat,” as I refused to place my green backside on their upholstery.  All I could do was shake my head and laugh.  There was no solution to this…or was there…

I saw a billboard which was about my height and I walked up to it, bent over and pressed my backside right up to it.  I was hoping for the sponge blotting affect as I attempting to get off as much paint off my jeans as possible.  With spectators laughing, all I could do was laugh with them.  It worked too.

At that point all I could think about was how obvious the green paint was on me and how people already stare at me enough. Last thing I wanted was for them staring at my backside and me knowing they were staring at it.  Then with a laugh I decided the only way to salvage this situation was to put it all over my jeans.  Maybe if I had it all over me, then perhaps it would look like a fashionable thing to do or at least it was meant to be there.  I started pressing my legs in every angle I could get into and get paint all over my jeans.

Of course this caused for more laughter and a larger crowd.  But what could I do?  I had ruined an expensive pair of jeans, had an appointment to go to and I needed to make the best of the situation. They didn’t turn out so bad after all, and the end I was reminded of two very good lessons in life: 1. It’s important to be able to laugh at yourself.  2. Always watch where you put your ass.



Where It All Started

Touched and honored that people would write to tell me what an inspiration I am. While my intention was not to inspire, but to educate, I suppose it takes someone who can inspire to get one to want to learn or change their life for the better.

EndlesPictures interviews and questions from panels and groups about my history of fitness made me realize that my journey was unique from what people were used to in India. So where did my journey in fitness begin? It might take a lifetime to tell, so I will just pick a story a week for you to help unfold where I came and what moved me to indulge my life in the world of fitness.

I hated dance. I hated tutus and tap shoes. I hated sequins and ruffles. GET ME OUT OF THIS! But thanks to a sister who always wanted to do ballet and dance, by default, little sister had to as well. There was something to the affect of heel toe and shuffling. That was the end of my dancing career, and thank goodness for that!  …continued at Kimberly Shah Fitness:  Where It All Started

Attacked By Masculinism of India

I have to admit, I am kind of laughing as I write this, but  because I am dumbfounded that A: There are people like this.  B: Really???…Really?  C: I know they exist, but I still can’t believe they do.

Scenario: Flipping through news stories and come across this.

Uber Driver Tries To Rape College Girl. Gets Beaten Up, Because She Knew Karate!

After continuous comments of reading things to the sort: “All women should learn this for incidents like these.” and not reading any of “why can’t men learn…” I responded.

*Noted: I do believe women AND men should learn to defend themselves. Unfortunately that is a world we live. Unfortunately things happen. In the first year of living in India, I was followed and attacked. The man did not expect me to fight back and I took him down. I was stronger and more agile than him. The look on his face was amazing when he hit the ground. He did not expect that at all.


NOTE: I am the one who liked the comment below me.  

NOW…From there, let the attack begin….


What else can you say other than it is so so sad there are people out there who are like this.  Women…Indian Women, Chinese Women, American Women…Women are beautiful beings. They gave birth to every human who walks this earth and should be honored.  It’s no wonder there are less than 250 followers of this group in the country.  Thank you the the men out there who don’t buy into this crap.

WOW…what else can you say other than please don’t let this man procreate!!!