Weighty Issue Day - 1
It has been years since I have blogged, and today on the Day-1 of my 'Get back to my old self' I had this dying need to share. Now here's hoping that I continue else it would be failure of motive in more ways than one...
So first giving an idea about why i am trying so desperately to get back to my old self.... well frankly, cause i feel like i am lost in space.
3yrs ago I had my first baby and well, even all through my pregnancy I told myself that I was too busy dealing with the enormity of the situation, and somewhere down the line i realised i am just too different from the way i used to be.
Now i have issues with H not being the person he used to be, so I started getting the corrections made on the 'inner'...
ok at this point as should perhaps mentioned, i weighed myself last MONTH, and i am 12kgs more than i was last June.
ABOUT THE WEIGHING SCALE AND THE CURSED DAY...
so basically when i saw the weighing scale go past 60 i was in shock, i looked behind to see if my kid was standing on it too... they do that sometimes... but this time i could not blame her.
It so is that once i had the baby, I lost all the baby weight and more breastfeeding, (I am one of those rare mommies who did it for 2years)
so well, once i stopped, i started putting on a lot of weight and frankly i couldnt blame her cause she had helped me reduce already, what more could a then 2yr old do to help mommy?
SOLUTION to WEIGHTY ISSUES:
Of course the first thing i did after getting off the weighing scale was lament to all my gal-pals about it, they all loyally stuck with '12kgs you dont say, it doesnt show at all!' however, i couldnt get that vision of the scale going past 60 (way past) outta my head, so well, i told H its time to cough out some money and put me in a gym...
now here's something about me, i am not someone who likes to look into the mirror while 'working out' an though i see the mirror often when i am all dolled up to take on the day, gyms dont make me feel vane and so i obviously didnt ACTUALLY wanna go to the gym, but talking about my weight issues (in my head) meant doing something about it.
so well, i spoke to some models/actors too (in my line of profession i meet them)
they all threw the E word at me, and while i understood the need for it, i thought it best to go to the homeopath and ask him if he has some tabs to just get my metabolism move its fast ass faster.... though he did give me some tabs, he also chanced at throwing that cursed E word at me.
in the meanwhile made a half hearted attempt at 'E'... started with two whole 'sooryanamaskars' in the morning and H toppled over with laughter... Husbands i say....
of course, i was quick to catch on to his laughter, and the homeo's assessment of acute low bp, and put an end to that damn effort...
...BUT PANTS BOUGHT IN LAST SEASON SALE REFUSED TO FIT ME!
that's just plain sick when new clothes dont fit, i mean newer than most of my other stuff....
... A LITTLE MORE ABOUT ME...
now, i have never been gorgeous, but when i dress up well and you know, 'take care' i turn out alright... i have never been skinny, but i had never been F.a.t. either, and now with clothes not fitting, that c-section and sprinkles of stretchmarks i am not feeling confident (worse a certain vigorous exercise is missing from life... it must be H's work tension and not my growing girth but still... it plays on the mind)
THE STRAW THAT BROKE THE TARDINESS...
I was happily prancing to go pick Qi from her school, when i felt (I wasn't wearing my glasses) i saw my dad walking on the street at a little distance... i waved like crazy for his attention and after a good long time he responded... given he was wearing his glasses, the delay made me jib him a little, but in his defense he promptly said 'MY BABY HAS BECOME 'MUTKOO' I COULDNT RECOGNIZE'... (mutkoo is an 'affectionate' way of calling a fat person FAT, its like plump but much worse cause its almost a nickname that might stick....
also that coming from a rotund, balding man is a surety that things have gone way outta hand...
so i decided that i cannot delay the eventuality (H refused to pay for liposuction btw grrrr) i decided i need to go for walks, easy, and hopefully, effective.
DAY 1.
i woke up, i dunno how cause i had not bothered with the alarm, but it was 6.35am and about the right time i had told God to wake me up for a walk, and believe me, He takes such things seriously... so i am up and in the next three mins or so, i had my innerwear on, shoes worn and teethbrushed and on my way down, i contemplated waking up H but he didnt budge and also i didnt want Qi to be without a parent in the house if she stirred...
.....soooooo pink tee, fluorescent yellow/green pjs and black walking boots donned... IT BEGAN...
the walk, i tried to think of happy things and my first thought was of course, i should have carried my music, and perhaps a towel to mop my already sweaty face, and perhaps some money... just in case...
but then mosquitoes were feasting on my calves and really distracting me, it had not even been 5mins on day1, really... the menace they are... so i quickly stopped to swat off, except... what i thought were mosquitoes were my muscles waking up...
they werent used to the exercise and were jiggling with effort to figure what the heck was i upto...
the damn 'mosquitoes' had worked their way up to my thighs and there was frankly no scope to sit down and do anything about the ordeal...
so i walked on... and on... reached the joggers park which is merely two lanes away... and i ready to sit on the swing they boast off, when i realised i didnt carry the precious three bucks to pay to ENTER.
but i wasn't gonna let money come in the way... i walked around it... and randomly even away from it... and back to it....
somewhere in the process the 'mosquitoes swatted off' and i got into the rhythm and decided its best to return home while i am still going strong, remember i was good two lanes away and pretty 'glistened'....
walking up the three floors was of course, a reminder of how i am a year too late to start off, but it felt too damn good....
Isn't that was I was supposed to say?
Well, i felt charged enough to blog again, and that's a first in many months.
So first giving an idea about why i am trying so desperately to get back to my old self.... well frankly, cause i feel like i am lost in space.
3yrs ago I had my first baby and well, even all through my pregnancy I told myself that I was too busy dealing with the enormity of the situation, and somewhere down the line i realised i am just too different from the way i used to be.
Now i have issues with H not being the person he used to be, so I started getting the corrections made on the 'inner'...
ok at this point as should perhaps mentioned, i weighed myself last MONTH, and i am 12kgs more than i was last June.
ABOUT THE WEIGHING SCALE AND THE CURSED DAY...
so basically when i saw the weighing scale go past 60 i was in shock, i looked behind to see if my kid was standing on it too... they do that sometimes... but this time i could not blame her.
It so is that once i had the baby, I lost all the baby weight and more breastfeeding, (I am one of those rare mommies who did it for 2years)
so well, once i stopped, i started putting on a lot of weight and frankly i couldnt blame her cause she had helped me reduce already, what more could a then 2yr old do to help mommy?
SOLUTION to WEIGHTY ISSUES:
Of course the first thing i did after getting off the weighing scale was lament to all my gal-pals about it, they all loyally stuck with '12kgs you dont say, it doesnt show at all!' however, i couldnt get that vision of the scale going past 60 (way past) outta my head, so well, i told H its time to cough out some money and put me in a gym...
now here's something about me, i am not someone who likes to look into the mirror while 'working out' an though i see the mirror often when i am all dolled up to take on the day, gyms dont make me feel vane and so i obviously didnt ACTUALLY wanna go to the gym, but talking about my weight issues (in my head) meant doing something about it.
so well, i spoke to some models/actors too (in my line of profession i meet them)
they all threw the E word at me, and while i understood the need for it, i thought it best to go to the homeopath and ask him if he has some tabs to just get my metabolism move its fast ass faster.... though he did give me some tabs, he also chanced at throwing that cursed E word at me.
in the meanwhile made a half hearted attempt at 'E'... started with two whole 'sooryanamaskars' in the morning and H toppled over with laughter... Husbands i say....
of course, i was quick to catch on to his laughter, and the homeo's assessment of acute low bp, and put an end to that damn effort...
...BUT PANTS BOUGHT IN LAST SEASON SALE REFUSED TO FIT ME!
that's just plain sick when new clothes dont fit, i mean newer than most of my other stuff....
... A LITTLE MORE ABOUT ME...
now, i have never been gorgeous, but when i dress up well and you know, 'take care' i turn out alright... i have never been skinny, but i had never been F.a.t. either, and now with clothes not fitting, that c-section and sprinkles of stretchmarks i am not feeling confident (worse a certain vigorous exercise is missing from life... it must be H's work tension and not my growing girth but still... it plays on the mind)
THE STRAW THAT BROKE THE TARDINESS...
I was happily prancing to go pick Qi from her school, when i felt (I wasn't wearing my glasses) i saw my dad walking on the street at a little distance... i waved like crazy for his attention and after a good long time he responded... given he was wearing his glasses, the delay made me jib him a little, but in his defense he promptly said 'MY BABY HAS BECOME 'MUTKOO' I COULDNT RECOGNIZE'... (mutkoo is an 'affectionate' way of calling a fat person FAT, its like plump but much worse cause its almost a nickname that might stick....
also that coming from a rotund, balding man is a surety that things have gone way outta hand...
so i decided that i cannot delay the eventuality (H refused to pay for liposuction btw grrrr) i decided i need to go for walks, easy, and hopefully, effective.
DAY 1.
i woke up, i dunno how cause i had not bothered with the alarm, but it was 6.35am and about the right time i had told God to wake me up for a walk, and believe me, He takes such things seriously... so i am up and in the next three mins or so, i had my innerwear on, shoes worn and teethbrushed and on my way down, i contemplated waking up H but he didnt budge and also i didnt want Qi to be without a parent in the house if she stirred...
.....soooooo pink tee, fluorescent yellow/green pjs and black walking boots donned... IT BEGAN...
the walk, i tried to think of happy things and my first thought was of course, i should have carried my music, and perhaps a towel to mop my already sweaty face, and perhaps some money... just in case...
but then mosquitoes were feasting on my calves and really distracting me, it had not even been 5mins on day1, really... the menace they are... so i quickly stopped to swat off, except... what i thought were mosquitoes were my muscles waking up...
they werent used to the exercise and were jiggling with effort to figure what the heck was i upto...
the damn 'mosquitoes' had worked their way up to my thighs and there was frankly no scope to sit down and do anything about the ordeal...
so i walked on... and on... reached the joggers park which is merely two lanes away... and i ready to sit on the swing they boast off, when i realised i didnt carry the precious three bucks to pay to ENTER.
but i wasn't gonna let money come in the way... i walked around it... and randomly even away from it... and back to it....
somewhere in the process the 'mosquitoes swatted off' and i got into the rhythm and decided its best to return home while i am still going strong, remember i was good two lanes away and pretty 'glistened'....
walking up the three floors was of course, a reminder of how i am a year too late to start off, but it felt too damn good....
Isn't that was I was supposed to say?
Well, i felt charged enough to blog again, and that's a first in many months.