When my 28 inch waist jeans is handed over to my cousin or when my I look down and see my tummy before I see my boobs. Infact can’t see my feet at all! Or when I am trying to desperately fit in a medium size dress and the shopkeeper sheepishly hints to try a size bigger.
How, I hate the tyranny of the process! I am not a fat person, I am not skinny either. I am a medium sized female in my thirties. My metabolism has slowed down considerably. My stomach muscles are loose and no matter how much I exercise and diet, they stay as is(ok, no one diets on weekends and popcorn combo in a movie is a complete must).
Oh yes, I have done more crunches and cross training than you suggest, you lucky tummy toned girl.
And yeah, I eat my dinner early, have meals every two hours, walk around after dinner and yes also sip hot water and green tea very often. You name it and I have done it.
I am a woman of the new India and I don’t want to look like an ‘aunty’. “Aunty mat bolo na”! I remember that advertisement from the 1990’s and have a laugh on, how it now silently haunts me.
So, I desperately try and control my food habits (I do love food!) and exercise hard to cover up for all ‘food mistakes’ I make.
Sometimes, I do wonder, why are all good and tasty things in life fattening and harmful? If we earn and bust ourselves for a good life then why can’t we enjoy the good food life?
Also, what is funny is my dilemma on what is ‘fit’ and how much advise can we get around being ‘fit’?
”Hey, you have lost so much of weight recently. You look so fit”.
“Thanks dear, have been controlling my food intake and have started going to the gym”.
So, when they say ‘started going to the gym’, they mean 10 minutes of socializing and 15 minutes of walking on the treadmill. And mostly if you check, the highest speed will be like 6 kmph. Losing weight need not make you fit. Have you noticed a sudden hair loss or sleeplessness, well these are signs of not being fit and of your sudden weight loss. While you may look toned and may have
developed, you may feel weak and susceptible to a lower immunity. And while I maybe slogging my butt off and still may not manage to look as petite and toned as you. I dwell in the happiness of knowledge of being ‘fit’ or so I keep repeating myself .
Somedays, when I can’t take it anymore, I just go and binge. And then when I turn the pages of a celebrity magazine and see the super toned torso of a celebrated actress , the guilt just strikes and I am back to my routine.
I wonder, am i really that weird? Does this whole weightloss scandal frustrates you as much as it frustrates me? Why can’t we just be?