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.... 

The dhobhi ( washerman ) and me

So my stomach has a identity of its own and I refuse to let it see the world. Its time my salwar kameez's see the light of day. Budget is around the corner and with it my stress levels, getting rich people to talk on how they can get more rich is a very difficult task *yeah*
Climbing mount Everest would be easier than dieting, Desperately trying not to stress eat though, tried eating fruits but there but there seems to be a co relation between stress and fried,baked foods.
The dhobhi ( one man laundry ) happened to look at the weighing scale and couldn't resist the urge.
He is 62kg and wailed at his plight. " main toh kitna kaam khata hoon phir bhi itna mota hoon " ( I work so had and yet I am so fat, ) lekin main sab khata hoon ( but I eat everything ) Badi ma ( mother ) being the soft hearted person that she is offered condolences arrey madhu 60kg hai over woh khati bhi nahin ( madhu is 60kg and she doesnt eat ! )

The cause and effect

Back to Square 1

The hopes of achieving a hot and happening figure crash by the minute. After having a peek to the could be, I am back to square one. The number I began with, once again has come to give me company. Learning is that life will have to be lived in strict pursuit and that is a deal which I am not ready to make.
I have not gone all out crazy I have watched what I have eaten even if its not my usual plan. But things have gone to hell  anyways. I mean isn't it enough that hangovers have the capability of lasting bloody two whole days and during those two days you just hate the world and every living and non living thing in it. In addition to that the alcohol transforms into fat overnight.
Drinking like a fish is no longer worth it, and I must admit that I have become a old fart who sips wine not because of the intricacies of taste but because plain " abhi daru nahin pachti " I cant deal with the horror it brings with it and I am certainly not talking about the 3am drunk dial to friends.
Bottom line is I haves swollen over night and we now need to see whether it disappears like a bad manicure or stays like a bad haircut.

My bloated fat face

The heartless evil weighing scale

Deep down I knew looking at the scale would just break my heart. Its best that you not look at reality and live in a world of your own. Happiness is in your mind so is your weight . The right weight is when you look at yourself in the mirror and smile.
The fat face that stared at me from a photograph at a poetry reading haunted me throughout the night. In that moment I knew that there was  along way to go. The scale sneered at me today and the took a wrecking ball to  my confidence fifty eight kilos the needle  threatened to escape to fifty nine and I could literally feel my breath escape. I was sixty kilos when I began this journey a month ago.
Its valentines day soon precisely eight days... the weekend is here and there is noway in hell I am skipping my wine and kebab. Next week is going to be a busy one, with a week long conference which is going to last a whole day so dont know how I am going to manage the diet  so dont know WHAT I M GOING TO DO !!!!! I AM GOING TO LOOK LIKE A FAT UGLY COW on V day.
Next week is going to need a lot of strength and a miracle.
yesterday breakfast was three white eggs, lunch was lettuce chicken sandwich and dinner was chicken sauteed .

I am lazy as hell and this exercise regime is what I attempt when I am trying to lose weight. I lasted only 14 mins of this 20 mins. My feet hurt and I am currently a complete loser.
Today was roast chicken sandwich for lunch, one roast chicken leg for dinner and Bhel.

DAY 31 - A new exercise regime !!!!

So I think I am eating right and drinking lots of water which actually makes me less hungry but this water business is possible only if you are working from home. Because if you are going to go to the loo a hundred time it better be across the room and it better be pretty.
Lunch was interesting saffola oats  garnished with finely chopped onions and little pickle.and steamed masala chickem ( The recipe is on this blog ).
Evening Snack was a diet khakra ( Indian flat bread thinly rolled and cooked stiff ) to all my friends who are reading this dont roll your eyes the whole world is not Indian though it could be Gujarati so this is for the non gujrati, non Indians who dont know what khakra is.
Lastly dinner was

I know what you are thinking and I will agree that is too much I cut extra veggies so what to do ??? two is enough (though I finished it all ). So one thin coat of sandwich spread and barbeque sauce, two slices of Salami, tomato, cucumber, onion and lettuce Viola. Was quite filling.

Green tea is my night cap. Lets see how much does it help. 

I did start exercise. I washed both my bathrooms, my feet and hands hurt. 

Now I know why my mom was always so hot and happening. so my exercise regime is going to be housework. Clean Clem Clean. Lets see how that comes along

  

Day 30 the blues of it.

My last blog got deleted ! fuck I mean thats why I hate this technology shit I mean books dont bloody disappear ! had to repost it. I need to find a way to blog from the phone without shit disappearing.
Water water water thats the mantra and breakfast. three white eggs, lunch was steamed chicken and one and a half chappati, dinner was supposed to be good girl but pani puri seduced me and I cheated then covered it up with a subway but just because you have sex with the person u are married to after you have fucked somebody else doesnot make you feel better.
You have screwed up. Period

Day 29 !!! Fuck Lets do this !!!! Haiya Ho !

The club gym was closed so I dont have a number yet ! ya ya I am terrible, on a weight loss spree and have not invested in a weighing scale yet... somehow frankly I dont want to buy one. ..its like a demon I have to face once in a month so why invite it in my home.


So its one month and the verdict is awaited, the number I am going to post tomorrow here are the before and after photo's after a month. You decide for me whether I am getting somewhere before the scale does !

Out of the ten days I had disappeared three days which includes the last weekend has been whiskey, fish and rice. the rest seven days, the magic of breakfast has been discovered by me which is mostly egg whites and a sandwich, lunch is vegetable and 2 chappatis and dinner is hopefully a soup one out of two times but If not then chicken salad along with the soup.

If you are staring at my cheeks and wondering why the hell are they still there.  I was born with them. It was cute when I was a kid and made my parents very proud when random strangers pulled them thinking it was a way of paying me a complement when it came very close to being manhandled.

Now they are just a bloody nuisance when you are bloody killing your soul by not eating chips  you want to look HOT not bloody cute.

After !

Before