There was this young girl, skinny as hell, walking around with a permanent cold (sickly actually), an introvert who preferred reading books to interacting with boys who tried to feel up more endowed girls other social creatures.
The girl then discovered food, and started getting comfortable with food and herself ….
and more comfortable …….
And more comfortable
And now the girl has morphed into me ….. It first started with a bit of a bulge, which I dismissed as aftermath of second pregnancy
Then thighs started thickening, so I switched over to salwar kameezes while battling for a divorce, thinking it was stress and would go away ……
And then I hated the idea of started to get into the huff and puff mode! I mean who needs that in a full day of work, meals, kids homeworks, shopping for groceries and battling lawyers, mother and all that life effin throws up.
Then came son’s wedding and two major surgeries in two years!
By that time I had got blase’. I convinced myself that my self worth was not based on my waist size, and since I had managed to remain reasonably healthy, no diabetes, blood pressure and ticker going strong, it did not matter. I was not here competing with Priyanka Chopra’s figure hai na? Besides a slim svelte figure is such a superficial thing …….. I am more cerebral
It all fizzled out when I spent a sleepless night battling acidity and saw myself in the bathroom mirror next morning. I looked like Bellatrix Lestrange on a bad day ballooned into a watermelon
But that did not phase me out. What did was the sleepless night! Told ya, I am wayy more cerebral than your average person who values good looks and health 😛
So ladies and gentlemen I have started cooking healthy, feeding my family more innovative and light meals.
I have also started trying to run – it converts into a trot – pant – groan – pant – walk as of now. Never mind WE SHALL OVERCOME
…………………………………………………………………………… ………….SOME DAY
DIL tells me that I should bow in front of her, since it is she who pointed out how unhealthy my cooking was. Madam, here you are, this is all the bow you shall get BOW WOW!
Kid #2 has started looking slim, instead of Laddu from Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gam. I foresee a bevy of hotties around him in a short while
As far as I am concerned, well I am much too old a sinner for fat cells to give up easily. They cling, and rebel even though I am huffin and puffin and the friction of my thighs against each other could start a bonfire.
I may not climb the Everest or date a Sherpa …..
I may not win the Olympic Medal and kiss Obama while he gives it to me …… sigh! drool!!!
But dammit, I do get a night’s undisturbed sleep
That is reward enough!