It has been eight divine days since I quit my job at Tesco. Although I miss my work routine, the relaxation was much-needed. Life truly is amazing when you don’t have to share your whole day with anyone but yourself! It is so cliché to think one befriends lethargy when resting at home. In these eight days, I have caught up on all the television entertainment I missed due to work, exercised twice as much as I used to before, operated a remote using my toe as my hands were moist with henna, learnt to cook surprisingly edible courses of food, spent the least amount of time on Face book in two years, and skipped the afternoon nap and overlooked other important chores. Yes, pretty disciplined!
With precisely 58 days to go for the BIG Day (My Wedding), I have my hands full.
My days are packed and I’m enjoying being busy outside of my workplace. I’m calm, albeit just for now.
I never set foot in my kitchen before, apart from the snack breaks I took while my family was asleep. I could chuckle all day at the stuff I’ve done. Food has always been an instant therapy for me. Being plump for a large margin of life, I always amused myself with the thought that a perfect figure is mandatory for the ugly. I learnt early that being sadistic is a wonderful way to conserve confidence. But I must admit, until recently, I like many young women unhappy with their appearance, have made numerous feeble attempts at achieving weigh loss. With the wedding date hovering over the head like a hungry Vulture, I lost many nights trying to look like the “Perfect Bride”. Until I ate some protein to understand that in reality, no matter how lean one grows, they will never attain satisfaction or happiness, until they learn to love themselves.
It is a pity that most people bear the misconception that in admiration for food lurks obesity. One thought I shut doors on after I got my hands on Rujuta Diwekar’s ‘Women & The Weight Loss Tamasha’. The book flushes out the myths about diet, exercise and wellness. It talks of how people can never see beyond a perfect figure. As I read, a thought sunk into me. What if being spherical was being in shape? What if vital stats were not predetermined? What if size zero was taboo and frowned upon? Who says being lean is being healthy? It is gutsy to be spherical in a world blinded by imperfections and myths. It is blessed to be well endowed, than be a desirable iron board.
Today, I love myself! I have no qualms about my appearance. However, I will work towards getting more disciplined to be able to FEEL healthy. If people could just stop being shallow and look above the body, the world would be a much happier and more importantly a saner place!