I just survived the consequences of a whim, rather two diffrently originating whims – one incited by my hubby and the other invited by me – combining to become a single whim. And this whim was to lose weight, and get into shape.
I got this grand notion, when I decided that I didn’t have any casual wear for a Sunday evening out, and rummaged my cupboard in search of the perfect jeans-and-tee combo. And lo and behold! In my hands I held a pair of stone-washed denim capri pants that were a smug-fit just six-months back (okay lets face it – around an year back). I was tempted to try on the pair again, and I effortlessly slipped in, all the way, until the pants reached my waist and then refused to give up their wide V-shaped grin. I huffed-puffed, sucked in my stomach, stopped breathing, prayed, pleaded, but all in vain – the capri-pants-grin refused to budge. I ultimately, withdrew from the battleground, extremely distraught.
And while I was struggling to fill my belly into waist-bands two sizes smaller than my existing width, hubby was doing what he loves to do best – get a service or a commodity, free of cost. It’s not my hubby’s fault; it’s got to do with his Sindhi genes and a generous amount of Gujju influence that words like Sale, Discount, Free Gift, Savings, and Combo-Pack have him hypnotically moving in the direction from which these words originated. So, when he suddenly got up in the middle of an afternoon siesta to go out, I wasn’t surprised at his response to my questioning look, that he was going for a free-health checkup at the local medical store. I sighed understandably; it was the Sindhi-Gujju combo-genes at work.
But apparently, his weight-gone-out-of-control genes also seemed to be on an overdrive. Hubby came back home with the information that he was 5-6 kgs overweight. I was already flustered by another revelation of my ever-increasing girth and I immediately retorted, “It’s those bloody parathas that you devour. If you would just give up on those, then I would also have some free time on weekends, for stationery-cycling and yoga and tone myself up.” The message was not lost on either of us; we both needed to shed some weight and hubby was more worried by my anti-paratha stance, so he came up with the idea to go on a detox-diet.
Getting back into that denim half-pant nearly cost me my life, or so I thought, when I agreed to be hubby’s partner in crime, and starve myself on the General Motor’s diet. (Just Google, and you will be overloaded with information on the seven-day General Motor’s diet plan). I would have fainted, fallen into a ditch, and gone straight to the underworld (and would have escaped all forms of worry and trouble, including weight-gain related trauma) had I not managed to cheat in between. But in spite of the cheating I am lighter by 3-4 pounds, and have also been inspired to start stationary-cycling as a cardio exercise. So, here’s the cheat diet-plan that at least tipped the scales towards a more healthy living:
- Day 1: On fruits; half a chicken pattie at around 3 pm when dizziness struck; Knorr soup for dinner
- Day 2: On vegetables; one large boiled potato, one packet of digestive biscuits, and one packet of Fun Flips; bottled lemonade; Knorr soup for dinner
- Day 3: On fruits and vegetables; one packet of Fun Flips and some Pringle chips; Knorr soup for dinner
- Day 4: One glass cold coffee, two boiled eggs, six bananas; and some Pringle chips; chicken Man Chow soup for dinner from the local Chinese van
- Day 5: Pressure cooked rice pulao or fried rice with paneer and peas; four tomatoes; sprouts, chicken hot and sour soup for dinner from the local Chinese van
- Day 6: On vegetables; lemon juice in soda water; chicken hot and sour soup for dinner from the local Chinese van
- Day 7: Fruit juices, lemon juice in soda water, two eggs, one boiled potato, some roasted namkeen, and some Pringle chips, and the unpardonable six-spoons of chocolate pudding
It’s evident that I completely lost it by day 7 and diverted a lot from the actual diet. I loved the soup part in the evening, and I suggested to hubby that we can make soup a regular dinner menu-item. Talking about hubby, he fared much better than me in curbing his appetite. The only day that he officially confessed to cheating on the diet was on Day 2 when he had some corn-halwa. I am sure he has lost comparatively more weight than I have because he is already fitting into old clothes. My capri-pants still give me that V-shaped smirk. But now that I am lighter by a few pounds, I am encouraged to continue exercising and watching my calorie-intake. I may repeat the GM diet again, but I guess this time I will do only Day 1 to Day 3 and try not to cheat! Till then I feel lighter on the wings of a weekend whim.