Welcome to the diary of a Serial
If you have been following my blog for some time, you may already be aware of my constant ramblings about my weight-y issues. On how after shifting by base from my hometown I somehow started to pile up on fat. Initially it was more like an endearing even funny thing for me. Like “Wow, such a lot of weight in such a small span of time”. So, even though I was aware at some corner that this is not good I refused to throw any light on that corner.
What really started pinching were the comments like “You have gained so much weight”, “You look really fat”. But the worst shock was finding that the old clothes don't fit anymore. My pretty dresses all made useless by newly gained chubbiness. All this and the thought of my being unattractive was probably my first motivation to start exercising. So I started this 10-15 minutes of exercising routine consisting of a mix-up of simple stretching, a little aerobics and some skipping. The entire thing made me very happy and proud. However it did not do me much good because I am not a morning person, I have my alarm system arranged in such a manner that I have just enough time to get ready and go. So squeezing time for exercise between this tight schedule became tough many a times. And to add to it, I was still a mindless eater gorging of cheese burst pizza's and other junkies.
The exercise routine soon got worn off because of reasons varying from morning shifts to laziness and things got back to where they started. The next bout of inspiration came from the book called “Confessions of a serial Dieter” by Kalie Puri. I read the book with an appetite of a hungry wolf and immediately (read: mindlessly) started to plan out for my very own crash diet. The drama continued for a full week, with me starving myself in the name of diet. Needless to say by the end of the week I was seriously ill and on the receiving end of a lot of agony from friends and foes. I must say here that even though the diet had adverse effects on my health, I did not feel hungry during the entire week (and I am a constant munch-er people). I guess it had to do with the faith I had kept in the diet and of course the resolve to get thin. But sadly, as smoothly I fell into the routine of diet I jumped out of it just as efficiently. This time though a little cautious of what I eat.
The next step taken was that of brisk walking. As mentioned earlier, my non affinity toward mornings made me the brisk evening walker. I religiously followed the routine and even managed to reduce 1 Kg along the way. But sadly this too had a lifespan of about a week only. I went to home after that then lost the touch and that was the end of the brisk walking or any other kind of physical exertion.
This did not mean that I was done and happy. In fact I became more conscious of the way I look with each passing day. But somehow I lost that enthu and zeal, mainly due to the super slow results. I want something that gives me fast results. I know that anything that promises to do that is unhealthy but I guess I am just tired and bored. Being a hardcore foodie, another habit that goes against me is that for any achievement that I have made, e.g loosing 1 Kg of weight I feel like I owe it to myself with a reward of deep fried junkies. Bad habit but oh-so-difficult to erase
New conjuncture is that of Yoga. I have joined classes on weekends and learned the basics but then again I fail to practice regularly. Even my classes are spent controlling my giggles when my teacher adorns funny aasans and modulates her voice in a very funny squeaky tone, apparently to provide a calming effect. Far from calming me it make me more restless than ever.
But it is here today that I make a promise with myself to eat less junk. Exercise more, walk more, reduce the intake of coffee and aerated drinks. And last but not the least practice what my yog guru teaches me without making fun or finding anything remotely funny about it.