Christmas Weight Woes !!!

Try and try

So today I finally wake up to the ultimate truth.  There is just the effort.  My face has a life of its own  sometimes it behaves sometimes it doesn't.  Like life trying to not turn into a dinosaur is a everyday effort.  I mean no longer looking for miracles but hoping that  I don't get off the try wagon.
So eating right is the new mantra.  No fatty stuff but home cooked food.  Making the right choice is more important than  giving  myself  a ultimatum.....
My better half got me a new phone and this phone loves me......

Working out is the only salvation.....have fallen off the wagon and the one kilo I had lost is back....eating right has helped me keep it at 60kgs.....two weeks till D Day ...

The lost race.....

If I had worked so hard on maths I probably would not be shocked each time I get my salary cheque.
Weight loss after 30 is a uphill task, the only time I have regretted being a wild child is when my nostrils get the better of me and I shove down tasty oily food and intoxicating divine liquor.

Last to last week I got my act together and hit the gym, food was also strictly controlled not till the moment I starved I just manged to stick to soup and fruits for dinner and presto one kilo weight loss the damn scale moved from 60 kilo to 59 and I have never been so happy, the face stopped being a swollen tomato and actual evolved a nose.

One alcohol party and easter later my face is lost again in fat and I dont have the balls to get on the scale. May is a wedding month with two close friends getting married and I had dreamed of being hot and happening that is now a distant dream I am shuddering even thinking about the depression I am going to feel when I look like a roll of wool rolled in the sari.

I have two weeks to go and I am expecting a miracle...... will keep you updated

Shopping Terror

Shopping is the worst curse when you are a balloon. There was hope today as the tshirt fit without making me cringe at the blob of mass called a stomach. With this fact in place I dared to do the inevitable go shopping. I have returned depressed, all the pretty stuff looks shit on you, especially the short and figure hugging , obviously they are made for a figure and not a drum.

If I could I would roll this whole trying to lose weight in a ball and throw it right out of the window. The image of  obese hands and a whole entity for a stomach made me throw the thought out of the window. Exercise is a must and it is on agenda hopefully should make it on Monday.

A new addition to the chicken recipe.... I added a dash of orange juice to the sticky residue post grilling masala marianted chicken and it turned out to be  a yummy sauce to go with brown bread. 

Feel like Winning.... Maybe

One of the reasons I love this whole life business is because complete strangers can in a few hours can transform into some great buddies. Its amazing how much can be common with somebody you are meeting for the same time. That's life and despite all the shit that happens moments like these make it totally worthwhile.

Last Saturday saw me break a lot of rules, the biggest pitfall of growing up is being all goody two shoes because in that world you have to be bothered about what people think about you. Something I have never been good at, finally I think I have somewhere controlled the wild horse that I ride on and it is somewhat accustomed to the white picket fence.
The diet story here is there was beer and beer and beer. Wine was missing and I loved it, the free pass that budget got was made the most of and ended with a rocking, drunk, crazy party. The love handles and overgrown ass was flowing too but who cares when you are floating on watery nirvana.
The body was into shock as it relived it college crazy and for the whole week it ate thinking it was in its twenties. So chai, juices, khakhra ( diet chappati ) and fruits fruits fruits ofcourse soup and one meal chappati and veggies.
This week was good in short I want to think my face is no longer a football, I hope my body stays confused atleast for two more weeks. Am thinking of posting videos of the diet food that I cook, considering that my taste buds are aristocracy and weight a ongoing battle , my attempts could be of some help to the millions who try and swim across this deep ocean of flab,

Once more we try climb the mountain

The budget is over and post its hangover I am back once again hoping to what seems by now an impossible task. But here I am again on a Thursday after four days of me thinking that I have been a good girl. Eggs are over and I have been lazy so breakfast has been coffee. Lunch is what I have not skipped at all. In fact if I am hungry I eat three instead of two  chapattis south Indian food  seems to be a very good friend ( I never thought that in my life ). So if you are one and your mommy is feeding you idli and dosas dont refrain its filling and you dont crave anything till dinner.
I have been able to stick to soup and a fruit in the night which I have not been able to do in the past two months of dieting.
The weekend is here and its the festival of colors, samosas and jalebis are a must alongwith a peg of whiskey. Dont know if I should give in...knowing me I probably will life is about moments even though I want to lose weight I dont want to lose precious moments.
As I plan the upcoming holiday I imagine myself in all the "Holiday" clothes I have, not very convinced, the photos are going to be terrible with my paunch and fat face. My aim is going to be at least to get the fat of my face, the rest can be managed with new shopping.
lesson learned the hard earned weightloss is not to be sacrificed at the alter of work its not worth it. Nobody cares a shit about good work its all about ego baby, your self torture for a non tamatar (tomato) look is worth much more than the hell you bring upon urself with stress eating. Do what you can do without it and that should be enough.

My best friend 1

Best friend 2

The budget stole my Hotness

Not that I consider myself hot, but damn I had tortured my food senses to lose the three kilos that I did. This year I was happy that I did not have to work on the union budget because that would mean I get to keep my hard earned face thinness. That was not to be, this is the second week of tearing my hair apart, eating chips, oily fried snacks, liters of  coke and coffee and of course how can we forget rice.

The one thing we  forget in our quest for the waist that looks good in a transparent sari is stress !!!! there is not much getting away from it. I am stress eating and I know that it is short lived ( Till the end of the week ) but it has already destroyed my two months of Mehant ( hardwork )

Me -  Budget Day 'then"

I have exactly two months to lose Five kilos and I am going to try try try ..... so from Monday I am going to work hard towards that...Tune in....