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My Weight Loss Saga

This is my saga to reduce my weight.

I can see the gears turning in many minds……not another weight loss tamasha….not another self proclaimed weight loss guru…

Sorry to disappoint you buddies. Nothing like that is going to be narrated here. It’s my weight loss saga and the reaction of people around me to it.

A year back almost for a whole week I was feeling dizzy and felt like throwing up anything and everything. Nah.. I was not pregnant(no possibilities of it at all) so there..

After going through a battery of test I was diagnosed with a disc bulge(I seriously don’t know how I manage to land in such trouble) and during the course of the treatment my physio said the magic word, “Boss you need to shell out at least 10 kilos”, and suggested that I started to walk for an hour ūüė¶¬†

I had always lamented about my weight for years. I shot up from a demure 53 during marriage to 70 + after my daughter was born. After the delivery of my son it was around 69….

Well I was reducing weight in a slower pace¬†.At that time I met a cousin, who is also a very good friend of mine, after a couple of months and was amazed at her transformation. She was looking drop dead gorgeous, she would have easily reduced more than 15 kilos. Man, saying that I was impressed was an understatement. Armed with her dietician’s number I began to hound my better half. Did he give in to just stop my nagging ūüôā could¬†be.¬†

Well after the required blood tests she put me on a diet, but to tell you the truth I have never eaten like how I ate during those two months while I was dieting. I started at 6 in the morning and kept eating every two hours till 9 in the night. On top of it I did one hour of walking and 45 mts of yoga. Phew!!!!!!!!!!!

Now we come to the crux of the story……the reaction of people around

  1. Genuinely Concerned:¬† Theses are the people who were genuinely concerned that I should not starve myself. When I explained my diet pattern, they were like, “Whoa !!!who said you are dieting?”
  2. Know it all: These were the know it all. I am sure all of you must have come across such people. Without even bothering to find out what am I doing, why I am doing it, they just declared ,”Unnecessarily you are spoiling your health and are becoming weak.(hello look at my glowing cheeks) There is no need for you do it.” They declare it and walk off not even giving¬†me a chance to explain.
  3. Motivators: These are the people who kept motivating me ,whenever they saw the physical change.(A friend of mine went to the level of moving her lunch box away from me as she did not want my figure hugging dress to become tight. She had packed my favorite dish)
  4. Green Eyed Monsters: I prefer to call them this. Even when the physical evidence showed that I was looking good, they went on and on trying to pull me down from the cloud nine I was walking. Their standard dialogue was that I look ugly without my cheeks, I look like a skeleton so on and so forth, encroaching my personal space.
  5. Irritators: Well they think they are really funny trying to crack joke about my weight loss every time and¬†that too¬†in public forums. God they set my teeth on edge. I don’t mind being made fun of once in a while and though I have learnt to laugh with them at the jokes that are made at my expense…somewhere down the line when it embarks on being crude and tasteless…I felt like telling them,”GROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!”¬†

Well in spite of the irritators, know it all ,the green eyed monsters I have with the help of motivators and genuinely concerned reduced weight. I have lost 10 kilos. The biggest motivator being ME. I wanted to feel and look good. As a side effect I have built my stamina , thanks to the Yoga.

It was not to achieve  a svelte figure( my hubby is not going to sweep me into his arms like the Indian heroes), it was an effort to stay healthy so that I can be independent for a very long time. Though it does feel gooooooooooood when I wear a Kurti or Jeans that showcases a toned body.

This is a salute for everyone out there who are struggling to reduce their weight and to my cousin who was my inspiration.

This is my weight loss saga and people who have a problem with that, “Go take a hike.”

ūüôā

Kavini

 

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TO RUN OR NOT TO RUN!

To run or not to run ?

Its a question many of us would have faced at  one time or the other.

Everyday when I drive down to my work place in the morning I see different kinds of people on the roads Many of them are joggers.

Old ladies draped in cotton sarees with their walking shoes!!! I could see their lips moving while they are walking.  what are they murmuring? Are they chanting some mantra or slokha?

Then  white haired men in their shorts and caps discussing some serious stuff while they are jogging. What are they discussing about? Is it the matters of the state or are they discussing about their sons, daughters, son-in-laws, daughter-in-laws, grandchildren or is it the generation X they are discussing about? 

Then there are the ¬†couples¬†in their early forties who are having serious discussions while they are walking. May be they are discussing about their children’s education, daughter’s marriage or a loan that they have taken to buy another apartment.

There are also the young couples who keep smiling at each other while they are jogging. May be they are whispering sweet nothing into each others ears.

The pregnant women accompanied by their husbands  stop by at the tender coconut vendor. The husband waits patiently till the wife drinks the sweet coconut water.

There are  the giggling young girls who are dressed a bit fashionably for a jog. May be they are giggling over boys. May be they are discussing their future plans deciding on which college to apply for their higher studies. The young dudes who who wear fancy Stetson hat keep pounding on the road while listening to music.

 Here comes the hard core runners, who are concentrating on their jogging.Some of them run alone, some with their friends, some listen to music while some do not, but one similarity between them is that all their attention is on jogging. Their entire focus is on their body, it seems as if they are aware of every breath they take, every step they put forward.

I look down at myself. Once upon a time I could fit into a 28 inches jeans!!!!!!!!!!!!! I decided that I would start to jog and lose all the excess weight that I had gained after child birth. No excuse is a good excuse. 

I hunted down the pair of jogging shoes from the attic and was all set to run.

I was an athlete during my college days and I figured that  jogging around the apartment block should be a piece of cake!!!!!!!!!!! 

The first ten feet were okay. Then all hell  broke loose.

A slow tingling pain started with my calf muscle and spread on to my thighs. The pain was excruciating. It felt like a band of iron was cast around my chest. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were on fire and I was breathing like fish out of water. I stopped jogging, I had covered a distance of about 75 meters.

I went back home and the following day was dragging  of my feet when it was time to go down for a jog.To run or not to run? That was the question that was foremost in my mind but I picked up my jogging shoes.

¬†Everyday I ¬†put ¬†myself through this torture. Everyday my goal was nearer. with legs that were begging me to stop, with breath coming out in gasps but my mind urging to¬†finish¬†the last few feet. I crossed the red line that I had mentally marked ¬†in mind — ¬†one circuit around the¬†apartment¬†block without stopping for a break. Cheering erupted all around me that I could only hear.¬†The sense of¬†accomplishment¬†and achievement was too great that I took a imaginary bow¬†acknowledging¬†the cheer from the shrubs and the cars.¬†

I strutted back home eager to share the news of this accomplishment with my husband.

To run or not to run? Everyday I ask the question to myself and everyday after a lot of inner struggle I decide to run.  I run not to take part in a marathon but to fell good about  myself that I have achieved something. 

To run or not to run? Never doubt it. RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kavini

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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