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May be everything in life should have an obese angle to it. So that it would be easy to face the big fat aunty over there. Shaping up is easier to type than practise! Before the D-Day, it is " Oh...don't eat ice creams, no no...no chocolates..what? a full meal...definitely no..." The pre wedding jitters include the strict diet regimen, i was so skinny before wedding that counting the bones was cakewalk even for a blind woman! Mother always restricted me from eating chocolates and too much icecreams- stating my sinusitis and weight gain. Gritting my teeth, i waited and waited till that D-Day! Voila! Happily wedded, i did not want the people to think bad of my husband. A newly wedded wife's weight is directly proportional to the happiness factor and inversely proportional to the husband's wallet!
I put on little weight and then came the two children. The pre and post pregnancy diets were so healthy and great that i gradually lost count of the kilos that shot up. The weighing scales started creaking and i was so happy all our relatives would know how happily we were married. Then came Ms Kareena and her size zero figuremania. I was awe-struck watching the skinny divas worser than Tenalirama's horses walk the romp. Then started my size zeromania, i thought may be some exercise would help. Enrolling in a local gym was really fun, the to and fro bike ride in early mornings was great and the days started bright. Ah! I even bought a Tee and jean two sizes smaller- hoping i might use it soon, which sadly never happened...The first few days were regular and how much ever i ran and ran in that "dread"mill and cycled that "static" cycle, the weighing scales never dipped down from 68 kgs. The gym instructor saw the change in my face on seeing the scales and said-" See, you are maintaining the same weight for two months! That itself is amazing. You haven't put on weight". I tried to follow the strict diet regimen- weighing 100 gms of corn flakes, measuring half a cup skimmed milk and no sugar. That oats porridge with sugar free is a nightmare! Again a stale chappati for lunch and a fruit at night. Oh no...I felt my legs shaking and my hands trembling with hunger every day, all the time! Then came the frequent " Sick leave" from gym and finally after two months, i quit. No more diet enhanced exercises for me.
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Life in Saudi Arabia is much more fun, nobody can push you to the gym, in fact there are no gyms for women here. But one fine morning on checking the weighing scales that read a good 75 kgs, i was fuming with anger. No, its either me or that damn weighing machine...It has to show me at 50 kgs some day. After a lot of pestering and bickering, i was gifted(?) with a mechanised tread mill at home. Then came the nike sports shoe, the work out costume- again a nike, and a samsung YS2 player! You needed to hear music when you run, right? Armed with gatorade(!) and a few towels, i started working out at home everyday for the first month, twice a week the second month, once a month the third month and finally never ever in that damn machine again! But so sweet of my husband who let the machine stay on in the second bedroom....am indeed so happy that the tread mill is now my regular clothesline for bedspreads and towels! When i leave Saudi, my 'dread'mill will be badly missed...
As for the weight gain and weight loss, I am happy the way i am and i do not really care about size zero or diet. I eat what i like, I am The Boss! Thankfully, my husband is someone for whom looks doesn't matter, or so i think... There are many angles to the weight factor- and i wish there was an obese angle to it. Whatever our diet, workout or anything- God gave us one life and why should it be wasted worrying about skinny beauties and 'dread'mills? Instead, dig into that baskin robbins and savor that chicken- 65....ooooooooohlalaaah! Life is to be enjoyed, not miserable due to some bag-of-bones hawker who smiles and poses on TV for ab-circle or ab-pro. I prefer to look 'Flab'ulous instead of F'ab'ulous!