“Sandy you have lost weight...”
“No da, he has actually put-on a bit more...”
“is it so??”"So what???"
I am quite used to such contradictions between my friends. That was actually a morale booster for me, I always think that I am at least maintaining my weight so people feel I’ve either lost or gained. To help I will wear tight fit dark colour dresses, but of late these still doesn’t help. Couple of weeks back I thought I should at least measure the weight... I expected to be around 94-96 as that’s what I usually get on an analog weighing machine. This time I went for a Digital one to be more accurate... it clocked 102.6 Kg... This is impossible... It was quite a disaster that day... I never thought I could strike 100. It was always around 94 to 96 for quite some time... My height of 6 ft 1 inch will no more save me from looking fat. I never felt the need to stop that Wicked Brownie with General Samson every Friday. I just has full meals twice a day and a samosa in the evening with poori or upma. Morning was a lite breakfast. But this weighing machine was absolutely unfair. Do you think that Grill chicken once in a while and occasional Biriyani would have added so much fat. Since that day, whenever I go through the Bannerghatta road, I close my eyes, so that I don’t have the see the hoarding saying “He’ll never hit the Gym”. To be honest, Gym is not my style of reducing weight... You workout for three month with a low calorie diet and lose 4 Kgs.. If you lose 4 from a 60 Kg person, that might be substantial, but on me, 4 Kg is just like skipping my breakfast... so negligible. So I lose the impetus so soon. People have advised me to lose weight... I used to think I should also advice them some times. But some day I should realize... if you want to advice, you should first follow that..
I’ve not been able to use my engagement – pants or my favourite red short shirt for the last 3.5 years; I spent a bounty on them. I have them safe in my wardrobe so that, some day, through the natural process, I will become slim to fit into it. But natural process seems to take really long. Could I afford to wait with this weight?
I’ve got to decide... the needle is ticking, faster on the weighing machine than on my clock... I’ve got to do something about it.
