Being obese is a
bigger tragedy for someone who has been previously fit and healthy. As compared
to someone who considers themselves as one of those who have always been on the
chubby side. I am not a big fan of body shaming, but I do believe we deserve to
be healthy enough to live a life free of restrictions.
For e.g. I love
chicken dum biryani and red velvet cupcakes. I want to eat chicken dum biryani
and red velvet cupcake for the rest of
my life. I don’t want my little guilty pleasures to be guilty anymore. I want
to know my body is capable of burning whatever I throw at it - without
ramifications.
I suppose starting a
journey can be as simple as that. The love of cupcakes. As I was saying, I was
previously fit, healthy and love handle free. At some point I began my descent
into obesity and realized my capacity to amass huge amounts of weight in no
time at all. I suppose my body is very responsive either way - it oscillates
between fat and healthy seamlessly - depending on what I put into it.
For the past 5 years
I have taken away more than I put into my body. The retribution has been
severe. Severe acid reflux, constant fatigue, breathlessness, high blood
pressure, irregular menses, migraines, a double chin and of course overall
bloatedness. Truth is this is a body that wasn’t really meant to be this
unhealthy. But it got so anyway. I made it so.
They say your body
snaps back easily in your 20's. I wasted away my 20's telling myself I could do
it anytime. Now on the other side of 30, I am faced with the growing
realization that time is running out and my body is slowly but steadily
beginning to give up on me.
I am still quite an
optimist and in my mind I believe I can do it. I suppose the trick is to find
the formula that works for me. To start with, I am putting myself out there, in
a fairly public manner - to hold myself accountable, I suppose. In a way I'm
hoping I can talk my way through this, and hopefully find some semblance of a
transformation. Hopefully.
So here's Hoping.
