Weight Loss Journal – Part 2

Part 1 of this post was just the tip of the ice berg. I was happy and blissfully married. I had quit my job, moved to Tennesee, USA and was travelling around. The first couple of years was spent in exploring different cities and with that exploring new cuisines. I am a foodie and I loved having Thai, Chinese, Italian, American, Mediterranean…. etc. Weight was the last thing on my mind. 2 yrs down the line I had reached the height of my weight gain.

Getting married itself is a big change in life, add to it the change in location, lifestyle plus no job. These changes seemed good initially, but as the feeling began to sink in, I started getting into a weird mode. Being in America, away from home, not seeing any familiar faces, I started to get into depression. That led me to eat more. I am an emotional eater. When I’m happy, obviously, it’s a reason to eat. But for me, when I’m tensed I eat. When I’m sad, I eat. I had reached a stage where – If I had nothing to do, I used to eat. All this added on and on and at the end of 2 yrs, I had gone from 80 kgs to 98 kgs. I had gone from being overweight to being obese. I never thought I could reach that stage. I had accepted myself as a hefty but healthy girl. But at 98kgs, I couldn’t say that anymore. After 2 yrs, we toook a break and came back home, India. My family was shocked yet happy to see me. I had to return in 2 months, so during that time, I took my yearly blood test. I have somehow blocked majority of the results, but I remember the doctor saying “fatty liver”. That’s when I realised I was hefty, but no longer healthy.

I came back to America, into a new city, Dallas,TX. Again, being alone was a given. But this time, instead of spending my time eating, I decided to do something about my weight. We were looking for an apartment and for me having a beautiful kitchen plus a gym was mandatory. Once we settled in, I got back to my same old routine. I had just decided to do something. But I was not taking any action. I used to go shopping (who doesn’t like shopping for new clothes). I remember I used to cry and hate myself for not being able to fit in any cute clothes. My husband supported me all through this. Then he made me realise that something needs to be done, not just thinking, but putting my words into action. That was the kind of kick I needed to get started on losing weight.

You need to have the will power to do it and a good support system to help you when you get weak. For me, that was my husband, pushing me forward, telliing me it was possible. I had finally started going to the gym. But it was not easy, thinking is easy, doing it is just another huge task. That story will be here tomorrow. Keep reading.

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Weight Loss Journal – Part 1

This is the post I’ve been meaning to write in a long time. I dread it cause it brings lots of memories back. But I need to put it here so that, down the line, when I need inspiration to lose weight again, I can reach out to my blog. This post will be a story about how I started my weight loss routine and how I am doing now. It will be lengthy so I think dividing it into parts is best. That’s why I named this post as a journal…. It is ongoing and it will vary….. but it will be updated.

I have been a hefty kid since my high school, but I remember my mom saying that I was thin growing up with long swan like neck. Well, in high school all I could see was developing a double chin. But I was happy with my weight, basically, least bothered. As you grow up, people tend to make you feel that you are not “the ideal, perfect girl”. Well, in my mind I was. I was not fat but plump. If I asked my friends, they said I looked fine because I had the height to carry the weight. I am 5’9″ tall. So, when I became a little overweight, all I could see was a healthy looking girl. I did not want to become size zero, I despised it.

When I was joining my first job in the IT industry right out of college, we had to get a medical certificate with our height, weight, birthmarks, blood group, allergies…. etc. The doctor there said my ideal weight should be around 76 kgs, but I was already 80kgs by then at the age of 22. I was least bothered. Then, I went on to various stages of weight gain and weight loss but I did not think about it much. The thought came when my mom started to search for marriage proposals. It was very painful procedure to have a guy and his family judge you by your looks and say to your face that you are fat or that “I fear you may become more fat”. By the time I was about to turn 25, I had found a perfect guy for me (rather, my mom got the proposal and passed it on to me and I gave approval). All in all, I was happily in love and he was least bothered about my weight and that made me all the more crazy about him. I did not measure my weight but by the time of the wedding I was still around 80 kgs.

The journey of weight gain started later on, after I quit my job and moved to USA immediately after marriage. That story will continue tomorrow.

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Oh yeah! I am throwing seemingly big words out there. Why? Because lately I have been procrastinating. What is procrastinate? It means to delay doing something that needs to be done because you don’t want to do it. 🙂 Yep, we all have been there and it’s a part of our daily life. Read more of this post

Updates and some more

Every time I update my blog, the first statement I think of writing is how long it’s been since I posted one out here. Blogs are kinda getting replaced by tweets and status updates. But blogs do exist and for every reader out there, there are blogs they would like to keep track of. The idea of writing long paragraphs on a story, an article or just like that may have been reduced to writing in tweets and hash tags, but that does not stop people like me pouring our brains out on a web page like now. 🙂 Read more of this post

TV and the City

There are a lot of series I watch and love. Actually, TV is one of the international, liked and approved time-pass. I am not new to it. Be it a movie or a series or even an animated “Tom and Jerry” types, I have my TV on and running. TV is a basic necessity nowadays, from morning news to prime time series, we all get involved in some way. I try to find new series every now and then and end up with so many options. There’s everything on there – movies, reality shows, singing and dancing idols, discovery, animal planet and of course, sports (trending recently towards Olympics). Read more of this post

Facebook Addiction

Facebook has become an important part in our lives. It is like a lifeline, a habit and an addiction. I, personally, don’t have anything against FB, I favor it but I am taking a chance now, trying to let go of it.
There are people who have opened an FB account and forgotten its existence. There are people who use it moderately, when they are free. But, there are people who begin their day with FB and end with FB too. Well, I belong to the third category. I begin my day with my iPad in one hand, toothbrush in another and trying to scroll and read through FB messages, statuses, pokes, photos, birthdays and games. It had reached a stage wherein, when I took a photo, I would check if it was good to be a profile pic, when I tried cooking a new dish, I could not wait to post the pic on FB.
So to bring all of this into control, I am trying to let go off FB and reach a stage where checking it comes secondary to all other stuff I do for the day.
It is day 2 of me going FB free, I am leaving it cold turkey. But having nothing to do, my hand itches to check it. As a solution, I deleted the FB app from my iPad. 🙂 My aim is to control FB and not vice versa. So, wish me luck.

Happy Mother’s Day

I am trying to come up with words to describe my Amma on Mother’s day. There is so much to write, I am running short of words. That is how, I guess, all the mom’s out there make us feel. But I don wanna write about all the mom’s out there. This one is for my Amma.

When I think of writing down the moments I had with my Amma, I remember the fights, the laughs, the gossips, the cries, the screams and more of the fights we had. 🙂 Yes, we fought a lot, from a silly comb to a silly remote. Another reason for our fights – her criticism. Mom’s are the best critics. Even though she was right always, I used to hate being criticized. Frankly, who does like it? Read more of this post


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