When I was growing up, I found that I was the only fat person living on the planet. Or maybe one in a thousand. This was the time I decided that to feel less awkward at public places there was a need to reduce weight. Lot of things tried. Lost hope. Gave up. Tried again and so on.
As I grew up, people started getting fatter. I was the less uncommon person, with the one in a thousand changing to one in ten people. The realisation was comforting but it didn't dim my aim which I had set as a child. Not an easy thing to do, but not an impossible thing either. I have not achieved the target yet, but I will. One day for sure.
This journey is not as easy as teasing these fat people is for normal people. Lot of eforts.
Weight is completely opposite to money. Gaining is easy and losing is difficult.
There are many challenges which you face, which may make this journey longer.
The most common of the things is that you may end up losing hope that you ever will lose weight. It is not as easy as it sounds to be. Fat people often wish that it was as easy as eating what crave for like pizza, chocolates, etc. But the story is completely different.
The most crucial barrier in this journey is your mother. No denying that she will motivate you throughout, but she won't even realise that she is weakening your will to achieve what even she wants you to achieve.
Take for an instance that you plan to go on a diet plan. Some plan where you are supposed to eat less, and literally starve. You mom feel overflow of her motherhood feelings and end up saying things like;
"Aaj toh Sunday hai, ek din ka break toh chalta hai. Kuch nahi hoga. Le chicken kha"
"Arrey idli me kuch fattening nahi hota. Ye sab chalta hai"
"Kitna weak lag raha hai. Abhi ek meal kar ache se, baad me wapas diet kar lena"
Little does she knows that what she is doing is just making your curbed cravings to surface up. To make to lose control of your will.
All the "chalta hai" eventually results in making a satyanash of all your plans, just that one meal.
And then it is again back to normal, how it was.
This is the time when I look at people who are thin and eat a lot. I wonder where does all the food go. How don't they put on weight. Times when I wish I was like them and wonder whether they knew how lucky they are.
Anyways, my life is still on that road; the destination still to be reached. And I better keep walking, or rather running :P
As I grew up, people started getting fatter. I was the less uncommon person, with the one in a thousand changing to one in ten people. The realisation was comforting but it didn't dim my aim which I had set as a child. Not an easy thing to do, but not an impossible thing either. I have not achieved the target yet, but I will. One day for sure.
This journey is not as easy as teasing these fat people is for normal people. Lot of eforts.
Weight is completely opposite to money. Gaining is easy and losing is difficult.
There are many challenges which you face, which may make this journey longer.
The most common of the things is that you may end up losing hope that you ever will lose weight. It is not as easy as it sounds to be. Fat people often wish that it was as easy as eating what crave for like pizza, chocolates, etc. But the story is completely different.
The most crucial barrier in this journey is your mother. No denying that she will motivate you throughout, but she won't even realise that she is weakening your will to achieve what even she wants you to achieve.
Take for an instance that you plan to go on a diet plan. Some plan where you are supposed to eat less, and literally starve. You mom feel overflow of her motherhood feelings and end up saying things like;
"Aaj toh Sunday hai, ek din ka break toh chalta hai. Kuch nahi hoga. Le chicken kha"
"Arrey idli me kuch fattening nahi hota. Ye sab chalta hai"
"Kitna weak lag raha hai. Abhi ek meal kar ache se, baad me wapas diet kar lena"
Little does she knows that what she is doing is just making your curbed cravings to surface up. To make to lose control of your will.
All the "chalta hai" eventually results in making a satyanash of all your plans, just that one meal.
And then it is again back to normal, how it was.
This is the time when I look at people who are thin and eat a lot. I wonder where does all the food go. How don't they put on weight. Times when I wish I was like them and wonder whether they knew how lucky they are.
Anyways, my life is still on that road; the destination still to be reached. And I better keep walking, or rather running :P