Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A new Project: Day 0

In last post I mentioned that my friend Arnab asked me to start a writing which will need constant catering to  and will go on for some months. So, let today be the inception of a new project which will not only be a way to get rid of my mental frustration but also those physical extra bulges. Since i've come to the this city , i've gained nearly 8 Kgs. My ideal weight is 53Kg but i am 61 now and throughout April my goal will be to lose at least 2 Kg/ week so that I can lose the extra bulges by end April. Thus 2day is the last day I've touched ice cream/ chips/ donut or burger. Throughout April I'll not only survive on healthy food but also follow a strict exercise regime. While due to exams, I might not be able to inform you about the progress of the project on a daily basis, I'll definitely maintain my goals and keep on updating you in every 5days.


So initial Data are as follows :-
Starting date & Time : 30th March , 9 pm
Ending date & Time:- 30th April , 9pm

Goal :- LOSE 8 Kgs in 4 week

How it'll help :-

  • To get into all those nice cloths which are lying unattended in the closet
  • Keep away disastrous diseases like diabetics and obesity 
  • Get back the girl I once used to be : skinny and confident 
Major Obstructions in the Path :- 
  • Exam time Carb Craving, or general food craving per se
  • Dinner call by Shine , Rashi , Manisha & Nikhil
  • Constant admonition of Pokayoki baba that - " I am not eating properly"
  • TUCK SHOP: MUST AVOID THAT PLACE
  • Must NOT go to malls : when u are quitting alcohol u must not visit a vineyard, do it only once u've fully got rid of the addiction and I am addicted to unhealthy foods which make me look like a pig in a wig  
  • Foods brought to the room by room mates 
  • Class mates and "room neighbors" munching addictive food and offering the same to me
  • My habit of eating from other people's plate , so even if i forget to carry my purse, i always manage to get some food
  • General lethargy to go for exercise: Gym to be specific
  • Pool can be out of bound courtesy unchivalrous PGDM boys
  • My sudden mood swing which will make me chuck the dieting plan and EAT like a maniac  (this is the most dangerous peril to my golden plan )
  • After a hard day's dieting a single high calorie food can destroy the effort 
  • Condolences like " u're not that fat" from friends 
  • Birthday Parties and my addiction to black forest cake
  • Friends going home and bringing high calorie sweets AND whenever there is free food, I too am there

So, the journey ahead will be topsy turvy . But I need your constant support and reminder to reach to the goal. No dinner 2day as I already ate to much food . But from 2mrw , i'll eat healthy and eat light . Au revoir .. Next time when i'll cya all I will definitely have less cellulite. Wada raha :D


PS: As i am the only reader and writer of this blog so for once i must keep a promise i've made to myself. Come what may.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Latenight Baloney

2.39 am of  a dull saturday night. I Couldn't wink since my roommate's classmate woke me up at 12.30 in search of a movie. My roommate came back from the alumni meeting at around 1 and she slept immediately. The stuffy and hot room was somehow reflecting my own personality. I needed something calm and cold and soothing . I needed to feel some wild yet tranquil wind which will sweep off every thing from my mind. So, i went downstairs near poolside and tried to watch the stars. But the best friends of my childhood have probably abandoned me. Not that i can blame them . I was the one who started neglecting them 1st . But i never had a room from where i could talk to them. Due to some evil conspiracy of fate i always lived in rooms from where u cant see the sky. I wanted to go to the terrace 2day. I dont kno what prevented me from going there through the secret alleyway Manisha had shown me a few days ago. Not that i was afraid , I was just numb and lazy as a hippo as usual. Day before yesterday i was feeling the same blues and i called arnab and he suggested me to to write. Not the kind of junk i am writing now but something which will have a flow and something which will need to be catered to daily. I am sick of the terrible "youngest of the class" role playing here. To hide every goddamn emotion and put on the mask of  a jester . But then i always was a jester . Even as a kid. I laughed the most when i felt like ripping myself apart in anger and frustration. I behaved like a nincompoop who doesn't understand a thing when i felt like saying 10,000 words. I think i spend some 10 decades inside my mother's womb instead of 10 months. I always felt so old and yet so juvenile. But  then who said these two can't co-exist together ? why should i adhere to what people say. I've always been blatantly independent and self sufficient. Right now i am feeling nauseous of the mothers , sisters , brothers and  fathers of this class. I want to fly away from all these entities. I need to feel the sea. Or someone as wild as the sea, who is immune from the disease of pretension and who can just say ' come fly with me ' and who will never object if in the process of flying I find some new flocks to fly with or chose my own way. I dont want to fall in love. I just want to dream again . I want to vent out all my insanity , inanity and  ire. I am dying here: everyday, every second. No1 can see it but i am dying. I am done with being the sister and the daughter. I need some1 to discover the real me and be a mate in all the mad pursuits i indulge into. 
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