My weighty issues.

  A few weeks ago I met an old friend after nearly two decades. The first thing she said on meeting me was, ” You look just the same even after twenty years!!” For those who don’t know me, well, I weigh the same that I used to twenty years ago.
  Now, there is a section of the population who would love to swap places- or weights- with me. But, I started counting my blessings and thanking my lucky stars only recently. I have been through the entire gamut of negative emotions ranging from jealousy to hatred to an inferiority complex to depression and to any other there might be there. I was told not to worry, that I would surely put on weight and look ‘better’ once I got married. The magic of marital bliss would bring a glow to my ‘sunken’ face. But, even after several years of my marriage I was just the same. My doting husband ,who was imagined by some to thrash me if an extra morsel entered my mouth, would buy all the hunger inducing tonics and ‘ magic potions’ that he could lay his hands on in the hope that there would be a miracle. But the needle on the weighing scale didn’t move an inch! I was depressed, but, hubby dear goaded me to not give up and to start eating with a vengeance ALL that I loved to eat.
   I decided that enough was enough. There was really no point in crying over what I could not change. I would accept my ‘slim figure’ and make the best of it. So, I stopped climbing the weighing scale. And stopped stressing over my weighty issues. And started enjoying my God given ‘size zero’ body! During lunch break at my workplace, all the desserts were passed over to me. My colleagues grumbled that by merely sniffing the sin foods they would pile on a few kilos. I was looked at with pride ,with a hint of jealousy, by the girls! Ah! I was ecstatic! I felt re-born! Gone were all the negative emotions . Instead, I started revelling in my luck! I wouldn’t ever have to worry about fitting in those old jeans. I would always ‘fit in’, no matter how old the jeans or the blouses. I wouldn’t have to step into a gym ever. No huffing and puffing at the gym along with a hundred sweaty bodies. Just a stroll in the fresh air and I am done exercising. Ah! I hate being sweaty anyway!
   So, bring on the cakes and the pastries, the rosogullas and laddoos and all those ‘sin foods’! Why are these called sin foods anyway? What did you say? Calories? What are calories? Who gives a damn about calories? I say, what’s ;life without a few sins along the way?!!

2 Replies to “My weighty issues.”

  1. Shilpa you prove it so well that 'the grass is always green on the other side'.Even I have not put on much in last 15 years but it is not by choice though.And yes! you are right what's life without a few sins that dont harm others…..

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