Oh Dog, How I Love You...!

Wow…. It’s been ages since I was here and so glad to be back. The last time I was here I was toying with the idea of facing my fears. Must’ve been an inspired moment because I forgot all about it until last weekend… (aren’t we all guilty of that at some point….!)

So anyway, last weekend, I went to visit my cousin. On our way to her place she reminds me of the new addition to her family, Selten. A Chihuahua. I am relieved, temporarily, knowing that I’m not really have to going to cross paths with him because I have the option of living in a separate flat.

Now, if you know me you already you know how terrified (even that may sound as an understatement) I am of dogs, or any pet for that matter, hence the preference for gold fish.

So anyway, as soon as the elevator door opens, Selten rushes out of the house to greet my cousin and is in the elevator. At this point I’m screaming for space and asking my cousin to lift him and take him away. I am out of breath. Almost like I’ve eaten something I’m allergic to and am dying…

I walk into the house get on the bed with my legs up. I know that pet cannot climb the bed but I still can’t relax. I’m still worried that he may just jump. Now, the pet is crying and asking to be lifted and put on the bed. I am dead set against it. My cousin lifts the pet and gets him on the bed and I run to the door, stand there and observe what is happening. He smells the place that I was sitting in and quietly sits down on the bed.

While my cousin is trying to convince me to come and sit beside them I am suddenly reminded of the fact that I have decided to face my fears. I tell myself that I must make full use of this opportunity otherwise I’m just a hypocrite who writes one thing and does another.

So there I am, with all the courage I can find within me I go and sit next to Selten. Initially, hold a cushion between us to avoid direct contact. Then I slowly start to touch him. He turns around to smell me and I retreat. I try again. He smells me this time letting his nose and tongue touch my hand. It feels ticklish, that’s all. Then I start patting him and before I even realise, I’m holding him in my hands getting photographed. I’m ecstatic. I spend two days with him, lifting him, playing with him, feeding him and letting him even rest on my lap watching television with him.

Just when I’m watching TV while he sleeps in my lap, I wonder what all the fuss was about for all these years. I couldn’t find any answers except that somewhere I started believing I was afraid of dogs and kept feeding that belief till it became my reality.  Now, I’ve had this belief for so long so I realise it’s not easy to change overnight. So when I went to visit a friend who has a German shepherd, I was sceptical. However, I knew the drill this time around. All I had to do was let him know that I’m not afraid of him…!

Now, you’re smart enough to gather what the moral of this story is so I’ll stop here. Till we meet again, I’m just going to enjoy this feeling that is parallel to none that I know.

Facing fears

Like every other day I was catching up with news on facebook and happened to click a video shared by a friend. I'm hearing the words while reading e-mails and this particular line just catches my attention. It says to do something you're afraid of everyday.

Suddenly, I am taken back to a conversation I had maybe a week earlier with another friend. We were discussing my 'single' status and issues around finding the right partner. He told me that there was a fear I was carrying within me that kept creating these so called issues. At that point I looked at him funny. I couldn't think of anything I'm fearful of. I kept scratching my head for answers. For a couple of days I went around saying "I'm fearful of........" trying to complete that sentence but just couldn't.

Then again, almost as if the universe was conspiring to make me aware of what I'm most fearful of, I get an e-mail that talks about taking risks. It said "The person who risks nothing also does nothing, has nothing, is nothing. If we avoid risk we may avoid suffering and sorrow, but we simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love or live."

This time I thought to myself, I really must try to figure this one out. Within a month I've had 3-4 different sources talking to me directly and indirectly telling me that I must face my fears. Since I wasn't getting anywhere, I decided to start making a list.

1. Animals.... No surprises there.
2. Unknown waters... (too much of Hollywood....;))
3. Horror movies, including the likes of Supernatural and all Vampire series.
4. Rodents..... oh wait...that's included in animals...
Then almost as if a bulb was flicked.... I almost caught myself automatically writing the next one....

Acceptance...!

I'm thinking to myself...."Really...! Acceptance?"

Then I look around me. I hear so many girls being told ..."don't put on weight, you won't find a good guy..." "don't go out in the sun and get a tan, you won't find a good guy"..."don't speak so much of your mind, your to be in laws may not like it"...."don't get too independent, your husband may feel threatened"..... you see a pattern there....... I think (in some cases) from the moment a girl hits puberty she is being told directly or indirectly that she is not good enough the way she is. She needs to change. There is no acceptance....!!!!

(don't get me wrong... there's plenty of exceptions. I'm just talking about the majority based on my personal encounters)

Of course, then acceptance is what I'm afraid of the most when considering a prospective relationship.
What now?

Going back to the point that started it all..... doing something I'm afraid of most everyday..... I'm all set to go ahead and deal with this one too....!

I'm thinking I'll skip my fear of unknown waters..... that would be like just dishing myself up for crocodiles, sharks, anaconda's etc starving for a delicious meal... :P

As far as horror movies/series go - I'm watching Supernatural as I write this... so I've technically done my one thing I fear for the day...... !

....and now for a sweet sleep having discovered something new about me...!

Girl meets boy.

 One day….

Boy meets girl.

Girl meets boy.

A few days later…

Girl likes boy.

Boy likes girl.

Girl flirts with boy.

A few months later

Boy flirts with girl.

Girl and Boy hang out together.

Boy tells girl “You’re very special. I really like you.”

Girl kisses the boy.

Boy kisses the girl.

Girl tells boy “Say it tomorrow, when you’re sober”

Next day…

 Girl asks Boy “Still think I’m special?”

Boy asks Girl “Huh? What you talkin’ about?”

“Screw you cupid, he doesn’t even remember!”

Ignorance may be bliss but Knowledge is Power....!

Recently (around 10 months ago, that counts as recent when you’ve been around for 28 years), I realised I didn’t know what my favourite food was.  Being a foodie I love all sorts of food so always accommodate the choices of people around me unless, I have specific food cravings.

Since the realisation dawned, I had to find out what my favourite food is. So I set out trialling new cuisines at every opportunity I had and I finally found my answer. I felt a strange sort of ‘good’ when I found out. Like I had discovered something new about myself. Because I was feeling so nice, I wanted to share it with someone. So I asked my mum what her favourite food was. 

She said, “everything.”

I said, “Yes, I know you eat everything. But what’s your favourite?”

She raised her eyes towards the ceiling trying to recall her favourite food. She didn’t know. I was staring at her, waiting for an answer. She replied, “everything.”

“C’mon Mumma, think. What would you like me to cook for you on your birthday? What would you want to eat if it was your last meal?”

She replied, “Your dad’s favourite dish is ‘xyz.' I also like it”

WTF….! Just because my dad likes a particular dish, it’s her favourite too. I mean, its sweet and all but she had a life before she met my dad too. I wasn’t willing to settle for that answer. I wanted her to feel the same kind of ‘good’ I had felt. So I probed a little more. She got a little agitated saying, “Tulu, you think a lot about a lot of stuff. I don’t like to think so much. I don’t care about my favourite food.”

Wow…..! I knew then the exact sentiments that went into coining the phrase “ignorance is bliss.” I left the topic saying, “Mumma, I’m only asking because it’s good to know things about yourself. You feel empowered to change what you don't like and improve the things you like. Food is the most basic thing you can know about yourself. That’s why I was asking you. If it’s going to get you all upset I’ll leave it.”

My aunt visited around that time so my mum asked her the same question. She was surprised at how quickly my aunt responded telling her about her favourite food. For the next couple of weeks I noticed her attitude had changed slightly. The next time she spoke to her mum she asked what her favourite food was growing up. After taking into consideration a lot of choices and the process of elimination she realised what her favourite food was and told me about it. As soon as she said it, I saw her face light up. She looked happy. She said she realised how she had forgotten about herself for such a long time. In that instance we both shared a very special moment together.

But why did I tell you this story?

From this experience I realised how I had been so caught up in making the happiness of people around me a priority that I lost track of what I really liked or disliked. I just adopted the choices of the people around me. When I asked my mum the same I realised how she’d just adopted my dad’s choices for her own.

Can we not love someone and still like things that are different to him or her?

I’ve learnt that before you can love anyone you have to really love yourself. If you don’t you really have love within you, there’s not much to offer. And you can only love ‘you’ once you actually know ‘you.’ 

Keep discovering. After all, knowledge is power..! :)

P.S. Mum’s favourite is bhel puri and mine is Asian food. Thai tops the list… J

Letting go..

You’re in love with a guy. The 'head over heels' kind of love. You can’t get enough of that person. It’s not the right relationship. Everyone can see it. They’ve all warned you about it. But you’re too blind to notice anything. You just want to be around that person. You’ve forgotten your life prior to meeting that person. Your friends don’t exist anymore. They’ve become annoying because they’re warning you to stay away from him. Then one day that relationship comes to an end. You feel like your world has just come crumbling down.

What do you do?

You cry. Then you cry some more. You’re shattered and you spend quite a bit of time feeling miserable. Then you have moments where you feel, fuck this; I am going to take control of my life. May or may not last very long. Depends. You've questioned yourself enough. Now you’re looking for answers and everywhere you turn; movies, magazines, books, friends, they are all telling you that you need to let go. 

But how exactly do you let go? Is there a set procedure you follow? A technique to be learnt? In my quest to 'let go' here are some of the things I tried.

1.     1. Cut all contact.

In my moment of strength I deleted the number from my phone. Deleted all texts. All e-mails. Cut away all photographs. I didn’t want anything to do with the guy. In my moment of weakness I was checking him out on Facebook. Obviously cutting all contact wasn't working.

2.     2. Cry till you can’t cry anymore.

I called in sick at work. Stayed at home and just cried. Cried my heart out. Not for a week but a month. It wasn’t helping. As if that wasn’t enough I started receiving notices of overdue bill payments. Now I wasn’t even allowed that luxury of crying anymore.

3.     3. Eat

Being an emotional eater this came very easily to me. Since I was home all the time I reached out to food for comfort. Ordering in pizza and coke was effortless. Now I’m wondering why I didn’t demand a loyalty discount. Of course, just ended up putting on more weight.

4.     4. Shop

Like this was going to work? I had put on so much weight that I didn’t fit into anything I tried. It was making me even more depressed. I still shopped for useless things. As if the overdue bill notices weren't enough I now had run up a huge credit card debt.

5.     5. Exercise

The shopping excursions made me realise I had to do something. I decided to get a gym membership and get in shape. By this time I was feeling a little better as I had not seen or heard from him. The whole “out of sight is out of mind” thing was starting to work for me. I joined the gym and became a regular for a couple months. Then I bumped into common friends and got an update about him. 

Fuck! I knew I should’ve pretended I didn’t see them and walked away. But I secretly wanted to know what was happening. That was the last of my exercise.

6.     6. A new relationship

I tried. It didn’t work out. I did realise though that I had developed “trust and commitment issues” and couldn’t really be myself anymore. Even I wouldn't have wanted to date me.

By this time I had exhausted all options available and knew nothing was working. I knew I had to let go. But how? How can you just let go? If it can be learnt, I'm a quick learner. Why is nothing working for me?

Falling in love is quite like skydiving (Yes, I seem to be obsessed with skydiving). You just jump and trust that your parachute will function like it is meant to. In my case, it didn’t. In case of skydiving you don’t really get a second chance if the parachute fails. I felt just like that. 

How could I let go off all those memories, both, good and bad that were etched on my heart?

There was no answer and I just settled to live each day hoping things would sort out.

After almost 5 years I was once again going through the events in my mind trying to figure out a way of just letting go. I had done this so many times, it was like watching a movie on mute and completing all the dialogues yourself. It had been a really long time. I was now frustrated at my own ability to come to terms with reality.

This time, the penny dropped! I realised I was so busy blaming the guy. So busy expecting him to apologise. So busy treating myself as the victim that I didn’t realise I had a big part to play in my own heartbreak. I knew deep within right from the start that he wasn’t a good guy. I still took my chance.

The minute I took responsibility for that, it became very easy to forgive him. Can't explain the feeling. Almost like a huge burden was lifted. I actually physically felt lighter. Happier. Content.

So a bad employment reference, a huge credit card debt, a closet full of useless shit, a 10 kilo gain, a few missed relationships and 5 years later I had finally LET GO…!

The lesson here is what works for one doesn’t necessarily work for another. You have to keep exploring and when you’re absolutely ready the answer will appear. I've just added another option for you to try. But when you try some of the above-mentioned remedies, don’t say I didn’t warn you of their disadvantages… J

My First time... (continued)

So, everyone had checked me out. I think they forgot that prior to that they were having a conversation. Now there was pin drop silence. If you know me well, you already know what a rare commodity silence is when I’m around. So when I say "pin drop silence" you can imagine how unbearably uncomfortable the situation was, for me.

Finally someone spoke. (I think it was my aunt) She asked, “Will you have some ice cream?” Without waiting for a response she turned to me and suggested (through her eyes) I go and get it. Giving up on my impulse to refuse, I went to the kitchen and came back with a tray. While going around I was trying my best to make sure I’m holding the tray at the right distance (more than anyone, my mum needs to be assured she’s taught me well), making sure my dupatta didn’t fall off when I bent forward with the tray, tried not to step on anyone’s toes and of course, made sure I didn’t actually just drop the tray. I finished serving and again, the pin f****** drop silence.

This time, my uncle broke the silence by suggesting the guy and I sit in the balcony and have a “private” discussion. Great. They realised there’s a possibility we may be uncomfortable! 

My sister in law walked with us towards the balcony where a few chairs had been set out and I whispered to her to stay back and sit with us. She walked away. (I don't think she even heard me)

I sat there in silence trying to decide which topic was best (read safest) for the situation. Finally the guy spoke and asked a question. We started exchanging basic details. Where we lived, what we had studied, what work we did, etc. It wasn't a smooth conversation. It had many pauses. I noticed he was trying to make small talk and wasn’t really interested. You know how sometimes, you just know. This time, I just knew.

Somewhere deep within, I was relieved.

After a good 5 minutes, we went back to the living room. They left within the next 5 minutes. Phew..!

As soon as they left, I ran back to the kitchen. I brought out a bowl of ice cream and started eating. Yes, it shouldn’t be a surprise. I am an emotional eater :) As I sat there eating the ice cream everyone was staring at me waiting for me to talk.

They asked me what I thought. I replied, “I don’t know. I have my reservations. We couldn’t even have a decent conversation.” There was a lot of coaxing. I was being given examples of the varied arranged marriages within the family that were successful. Half an hour later, we were no longer having a conversation. It had become a full-blown argument between dad and myself.

I ended it saying, “If the guy is interested, tell him I would like to talk to him again or meet him another time. I can’t take a decision based on the 5 minute conversation we’ve had”

On our way back home, both father and daughter had cooled down and had a chance to think things through. We were in a better mood and that’s when I asked my dad, “What did you really like about the guy?”

Dad replied, “He’s very well educated. He’s got double masters and he’s earning a good salary”.

I asked again, “A personal quality Dad! What personal quality did you really like in the guy?”

He did try to come up with a list of things but soon realised he was trying very hard. Then finally mum stepped in. She said she didn’t feel right about the match. She gave her own reasons. My dad saw what we were trying to say and conceded.

So what happened in the end?

No, I’m not hitched yet. If I had to decide based on those 5-10 minutes, I would’ve said no anyway (If you know me, you could’ve bet on it.)

From the onset of all the drama, I almost forgot it was a first time for my mum and dad too. They were equally nervous and clueless on what to expect. Having had a love marriage they didn’t have to go through such a situation. 

And most importantly, we decided we didn’t want any more arguments like the one we just had. Since my parents persist there will be a few more similar situations coming up in the near future I suggested we put together a manual. The purpose of that manual will be to act as a reference for such situations. Contents will include the things I am allowed to say and not say. Things my parents are allowed to say and not say. Things we are looking for in my husband or their son in law, etc.

Of course I can foresee a lot more heated arguments coming up…. J

Wish me luck.

My First Time

Ok…...get your head out of the gutter because its not what you think it is... ;)

Just last Saturday, I was supposed to be home for dinner and got delayed in rains and traffic. I got a call from Dad asking how far away I was from home and he hung up quite abruptly when I said I would be a little late. As I walked in I knew very well I was in big trouble. My grandparents had just finished dinner and were watching TV. Mum was wrapping things up in the kitchen and Dad had gone for his after dinner nicotine fix.

Mum saw me tiptoeing in and asked, “Have you got any plans for tomorrow?”  That should have been my cue that something was very wrong. She wasn't mad at me for being late. I was so relieved she wasn’t angry that I didn’t read too much into it.

Before I could say anything Mum continued, “There’s a guy from Sydney. Your uncle has organised a meeting at their place tomorrow and we’re going to see the guy”. That’s it. Her job was done. I heard this and just stood there trying to break it down and actually understand what she’d just told me.

Then I flipped. And started blurting questions like,  “How could you just say yes?” “What am I going to do there?” “What’s his name?” “What will we talk about?” “How can I just talk to anybody?” “Am I supposed to carry a tray of water, etc?” and there were many questions. I didn't know how to react and what to say.

My grandparents were amused at how nervous I was and both of them told me the exact same thing. “Don’t talk too much. Don’t start the conversation. Let him ask all the questions and you just reply. Then ask him a few questions. But don’t ask too many questions.” Surprisingly, my parents, and uncle and aunt all of them later gave me the same advice. Really? I am supposed to decide whether I want to marry this guy or not, and I’m not allowed to ask “too many questions” or talk “too much?” That is quite fucked up. I should be told to ask as many questions as I want. To share as much as I like about myself so we both can make a well informed decision about our future. I didn’t have the strength to argue this point as I was still stuck at the thought of an arranged marriage set up.

Morning came and we packed bags and left for my uncle’s place. On the way, I kept telling myself, “This is just another experience. Similar to sky diving. Just let go and experience it for what it is”. This seemed to help calm my nerves and prepared me to go through with it.

We got to my uncle’s place and got ready for the meeting. As soon as I heard the bell, all my self-talk flew from the window and I caught myself running straight and ended up in the kitchen. My Aunt came and asked me to stay there till they called me. I sat there thinking, “I could run to the bedroom, bathroom (and lock myself there). Why the hell did I run to the kitchen? Silly me.” 

My sister in law took out the water and excused me the torture. The families started talking while I grabbed a stool and sat in the kitchen making eye contact with my sister in law asking what the guy looked like. She’s telling me in a hushed tone, “He’s not bad. He’s not very handsome either”. I sit there wondering what exactly that looked like.

Then my aunt comes to the kitchen and walked me out. I walked towards my dad and there were 5 pair of eyes noticing every step of mine. Those 8 steps felt like 8 kilometers in that moment. As I sat down, everyone took turns to check me out from head to toe.

That's not the worst. That’s yet to come. ... Stay tuned for that J

Inner voices

I woke up to an annoying noise under my pillow. It was my alarm. I felt like I’d only just gone to sleep. I looked at the time and wondered if I could afford a snooze. I usually allow 30 minutes snooze time so as always, I hit the snooze button and decided to get a little more shut eye.

As I lay there a conversation ensued between the two voices in my head. It went something like this.

1^st voice: “Shant (whom I forced to join me) isn’t going to come today. May as well sleep and start on Wednesday.”

2^nd voice: “Something will come up Tuesday night, you’ll skip Wednesday too. There will always be something or the other. You should just get up and go”

1^st voice: “You can go, but you haven’t even slept for 6 hours. Your body needs to be well rested. The trainers recommend an 8-hour sleep. You’ve hardly slept for 6 hours”

At this time I got the phone out to switch off the alarm and just go to sleep.

2^nd voice: “If you sleep now, you’re eventually going to wake up in a couple of hours. Just make sure you can face yourself in the mirror”

That’s it.....! That was a very powerful statement by the 2^nd voice. I realised that this was a commitment to myself. If I can’t honour that, how can I expect anyone to honour his or her commitments towards me?

Before I knew it, I was ready, in the elevator and on my way out. I decided to drive and measure the distance that I wanted to cover. It was just a bit over the 2.5 km mark. I parked the car, plugged in the music and was well and truly on my way.

I felt so powerful for not giving in to my lazy voices and waking up. I kept jogging taking in the sights of the city at 6.00 am. The senior citizen’s group, the regular morning walkers, dogs and cows along the way, the chai wallah filling cups as people wait for their buses, school kids packed in cars on their way to school, garam jalebi and gathiya stores opening up for business, the fresh air, no traffic. I can only hear the song on my iPod and the noise of my breath. Before I knew it, I had run 4 km's in 30 minutes.

As I approach my car, I am filled with a sense of achievement and pride. I feel confident about achieving anything I resolve to. With such a positive feeling, I stretch, get in the car and drive back home. Just picking the right voice has had a ripple effect packed with positivity.

Of course, once I get home, I’ve showered and am falling off to sleep again. (I didn’t have enough sleep, remember?) There’s no guilt (like a lot of people feel during their afternoon siesta’s) and the sleep is really peaceful.

Changing pictures

Not long ago I attended a leadership course at work and stumbled upon a very useful piece of information. Quite simply put, it said we think in pictures. When we hear a word, we immediately think of a picture. Something we’ve come to associate with that word over the years. For example, if I hear the word Red, I think of a red apple. I hear the word invincible, I think of Superman. Apple, iPod. You get the gist…

So like every good course, we were given some time to reflect on some of the associations we had formed and how they were affecting our life. The first one that came to my mind was the word Fat.

As soon as I hear the word I come up with feelings like ugly, undesirable, hurtful, condescending and the like. I thought to myself, this really brings me down, gets me in a very defensive zone and maybe that explains why I come across as a aggressive. So I decided to identify the images that came to mind obviously resulting in these feelings. I wasn’t really surprised at what I came across.

Earliest memory was when my grade two teacher refused to pick me for the annual day dance event because I wasn’t the same size as the rest of the kids. Then a comment here and there while growing up saying “don’t put on any more weight or you won’t look nice”. Then the refusal to let me participate in a sports team. The assumption was that I wouldn’t be fast enough and my team would lose. Worst of all, a boy telling me “If you were thin, I’d have asked you out in a heartbeat.” That sent a message loud and clear that me being a certain size (Fat) was not a good thing.

Now that I knew what was causing the feelings and the attitude I felt empowered to change them. I’m trying to replace those images with that of a gorgeous person that is quite simply overweight. Someone who is voluptuous and blessed with assets others need surgery for… ;). Did you know fat is important for brain function too? So I guess, I’ll add a picture of someone who is quite intelligent too. Fat is a word that quite simply describes a certain shape now.

Of course, a belief formed over 28 odd years cannot change overnight. It takes time. I still get upset at times. The important thing is being aware about what you want to change and working on it. I immediately catch myself slipping back, I remind myself of the new images and almost instantly I'm in a better place.

Next time you’re not happy about a certain thing just try changing the pictures in your mind…. You’ll be surprised… J

Goals are a powerful thing.......

Hadn’t been to the gym in a week now. To make matters worst, I accepted an invitation to a pizza dinner at a friends place. How could I say no? It was pizza! Anyway, I went to bed last night with the commitment that I’d go to the gym in the morning.

I woke up and got dressed. Was about to step out and realised I was in charge of grocery shopping and lunch as mum wasn’t keeping well… Finished what I had to do. Finally at 3.30 I managed to head to the gym.

I got on the treadmill, set the time to 45 minutes and began my jog. At this point there were way too many thoughts running in my head. “What will I prepare for dinner?” “Should I continue living at home?” “But I want to go to Australia?”. My favourite, “what kind of guy is right for me?” My favourite because once this thought comes, it stays and confuses the **** out of me.

So here, I am on the treadmill trying to complete 45 minutes and I am interrupted with a thought that’s not ready to go…. Suddenly I look at the time I’ve completed and feel like someone’s sentenced me to jail. It’s only been 10 minutes! I thought I had at least finished 2O. My legs feel tired… my shoulders feel heavy…. the music isn’t fast and catchy enough, my back is hurting and I’m now wondering if 45 minutes was rather too ambitious.

I have done 45 minutes before, hell, I’ve even done 60 minutes. So now I have to choose. I can slow down and stop or I can finish what I've started. I remind myself of how awesome I felt when I’d set the 60-minute goal and completed it. My focus has automatically moved to my breathing technique, my posture, I’m loosening my hands and I’m telling myself “of course you can do this…. You’ve done it before… in fact you’ve done 60 before so this is nothing…. you’re so light this isn’t even an effort for you...… your feet are moving in sync with the beats of the music that’s playing….. etc etc..”

I look at the time and although I’ve only just finished another 5 minutes I’m telling myself “its only 30 more minutes to go…” and I’m happy with every minute I complete. After completing 25 minutes my body is already feeling like a machine. Completely in sync with the treadmill, just going for it.

Suddenly, the belt starts to slow down. I look to the screen thinking I accidentally touched the “stop” button and there are those priceless two words starting at me on the screen. “GOAL ATTAINED” followed by “BEGIN COOL DOWN”.

Right there, I am overcome by a sense of achievement. I am so charged; I get on the bike and finish 30 minutes on level 8. I cool down, finish stretching and get ready to leave.  As I walk down to the changing rooms, I am feeling energised, I am feeling happy, I am feeling powerful… like there’s nothing I can’t achieve if I really commit myself to it. I realise the last time I felt like that was a week ago, when I came to the gym.

The trick is to push yourself outside your comfort zone. The best part is you can do it everyday and feel that powerful every single day. Doesn't have to be going to the gym. 

Oh.. and of course… did you notice? Even the thoughts that “usually refuse to go” were no longer there….. The mind is clear and full of positive thoughts and energy.

The D Word

If you have been struggling with weight you already know what the “D” word is and dread it as much as I do…(rather did)…. For those who are not yet clued in to what I’m talking about, it’s not the company run by someone sitting in Dubai; it is in fact, Diets.

Now before you read ahead you must know that I haven’t completed a degree or diploma in the field of nutrition. Given my struggle with weight, I have been quite the lab rat where different diets are concerned. I’ve tried and tested quite a few and that qualifies me to share my “expert opinion”. So with the freedom of expression act to protect me from upsetting a few people, here I go……

Of course, I should start by listing the diets I’ve tried so far.
1.     Atkins diet
2.     General Motors diet
3.     Grapefruit diet
4.     Celebrity Slim
5.     Jenny Craig
6.     SlimEasy
7.     Lite n’Easy
8.     Weight Watchers
9.     Home developed diet advice from well wishers and;
10. Nutritionist at the gym

(I’m pretty sure there are more, but I can’t recall them at this stage)

Anyway, the point is, there is quite a variety in them. The common thing however was depriving your body of something or the other. Be it carbohydrates, proteins, fresh fruit and vegetables, meat, etc. The D word came to become synonymous with deprivation for me. The exception to this may have been the Weight Watchers program. However, I feel it didn’t work for me because it was too general or maybe my lack of determination, for which I take full responsibility.

The effect these diets had on my body was varied. Stretch marks, acne (which I never had, ever), dark circles, low haemoglobin, lack of energy and terrible mood swings are just a few off the top of my head.

Since I had tried everything, there was no stopping me from trying yet another way to lose weight. So when a family friend suggested a nutritionist, I willingly made an appointment and went to see her. When I weighed myself and sat down I was already prepared to hear what I had to stop eating. Then she opened her mouth and nothing prepared me for what I was going to hear. “Beta (child), if you want to lose weight, you’re going to have to eat, and I’m going to teach you how”

EAT? Did I hear her right? I was shocked. Can’t blame me after all these years of “not eating”.

All my life I’ve been hearing, don’t eat that, avoid this, avoid that…. And here, there’s a lady telling me the only way to lose the extra weight was by eating.

Before she started to write down my diet plan, she asked me what my normal day looked like. What foods I liked, didn’t like (which is not much), what foods I crave for etc. She then took all of that into consideration and prepared a plan for me. And No, she didn’t exclude anything I liked out of the plan.

She did however tell me that my sugar cravings would vanish if I followed the plan. They actually did.

As a result, I have not developed any new stretch marks, my acne problem is under control, my haemoglobin level has been restored and I’m a blood donor again. Dark circles only reappear after a series of late nights…  I feel great and the weight loss is just a bonus.

The D word is no longer synonymous with deprivation. I no longer feel guilty of eating that red velvet cupcake because I know how to balance it out besides; I rarely crave for the same.

So my dear readers, if you’re struggling with weight like me, pick a nutritionist who knows their stuff and is ready to educate you on what’s right for your body type. Don’t follow the generic plans that deprive your body of food. If your nutritionist asks you to avoid the food you love, run…. And find a new nutritionist.

If you like reading,  I’d suggest you read this book “Don’t lose your mind Lose your weight” by Rujuta Diwekar who has very articulately explained the functions of different food categories and their importance. 

Lastly, through your journey always remember, just like music, food also crosses across cultures and borders. It’s one thing that unites us all ……. Anything that good cannot be bad….. J Love your food. Enjoy every bite, guilt free.

Loving yourself....

Through my growing years, ever since I can remember, I’ve always been told to lose the extra kilos. Funnily though, the advice always came with “you won’t find anyone to marry you if you don’t lose weight”… or “guys don’t like girls who are fat”. It came from everyone. I met people and within the first five minutes they’d be giving me tips on losing weight. None of my other achievements were worthy of discussion. My weight was the only topic of interest. My parents and my little sister, as far as I can remember were the only people who never stressed so much about my weight. They let me be. When I got really obese they started telling me to lose weight and get in shape. But their concerns, unlike everyone else were totally different.

Since I had already received so many messages that I will never be good enough for a guy because I am a certain shape, I started getting angry when my parents started telling me to lose weight. I felt they didn’t love me anymore. They were only telling me to lose the excess so I wasn’t exposed to unnecessary health risks.

As a result, and totally without awareness my actions were directed at punishing myself by ignoring my health. I remember saying, “If anyone wants to love me they better love me for who I am the way I am.” I didn’t care to exercise, enjoyed drinking, smoking and eating all the yummy junk food available. Pizza with extra cheeses my favourite and also the fries, which by the way were always upsized. I had a desk job that never helped much. I only spent time with a handful of people and didn’t enjoy going out meeting new people. It was so bad that when a great guy came along and told me what I was waiting to hear, “I love you”, I pushed him away because I had started believing in what everyone had been saying all this while. I thought to myself, “He can’t love me, I’m fat!”, “He’s going to leave me anyway, why take a chance?”

One fine day, while talking to my best friend I had my “aha” moment. I realised that I had no right to expect people to love me because I had stopped loving myself. I wasn’t a priority in my own life. How can I remotely expect anyone else to love me so?

Since this awareness came about I suddenly noticed many people in my life… Some were told you’re too short or you’re too thin (my favourite) or too dark or too tall or too fair, etc. I realised how someone’s always going to pick on you and your appearance.  One thing common among these people was that they were not fazed by their shortcomings. All these people I met had accepted their differences and loved themselves the way they were.

Thank God for that moment, I finally accepted myself the way I was. Once I did that loving myself came very naturally. As a result I took to exercising and keeping myself fit. I’m not yet within the healthy weight range but I still feel great. I know it’s come with accepting myself. Now I have goals of running a marathon and actually believe it’s possible.

My life has changed ever since. I still tend to go back to the old self sometimes but now I can talk myself away from that place. I feel I am a brand new person and everyone I meet feels the same. Now guys tell me I am beautiful and I respond, “I know” because I believe I am :)

I’m finally filled with love and that’s what I share wherever I go. There’s no room for anything else.  So, my dear friend, are you loving yourself enough?