The COVID-19 weight loss program
I finally attended a social gathering wearing a mask and maintaining social distance. It's a blessing meeting people these days because you skip exchanging pleasantries. "Oh, aap hain maine to mask mein pehchana hi nahi." The worst part is, of course, the fear of catching COVID-19.
Somewhere in between falls the question/remark that I've lately begun to avoid like the plague (or COVID-19). 'Why do you look so weak? How did you lose that much weight? This lockdown has been really hard on you, huh?'
I've struggled with weight issues all my life. There was a time in 2015 when I could have painted public toilets across Noida with 'Shruti Vajpayee has achieved her ideal weight' but it's been five years to that Shruti Vajpayee now.
I can't tell you how much weight I've lost because I haven't bothered to weigh myself even though I have begun to fit into clothes I didn't think was possible in this lifetime (or another five years to be less dramatic). This would have been breaking news on my Twitter four months ago, but not anymore.
I've cooked, sweated it out doing jhadoo pocha, infected my thumb doing dishes thrice a day. I anxiously waited to see what the contents of my cooker looked and tasted like until the steam escaped (insert mere ko aisa dhak dhak ho rela hai.jpg). Nearly every time I lost my appetite in the process of cooking.
If I remember correctly, I didn't have lunch or dinner for 15 days straight because I was too tired/anxious to eat. I could barely sleep at night but I more than made up for it during my free time in the day. But I followed the Jillian Michaels routine daily for about a month. Eventually I gave up on that too.
After punishing my body for a couple of months I decided to start taking a glass of milk to awaken my appetite that seemed to have slipped into comatose. Lately I've begun eating a meal a day to stop my hair from falling in bunches.
Am I proud of my weight loss? Not this time.
Somewhere in between falls the question/remark that I've lately begun to avoid like the plague (or COVID-19). 'Why do you look so weak? How did you lose that much weight? This lockdown has been really hard on you, huh?'
I've struggled with weight issues all my life. There was a time in 2015 when I could have painted public toilets across Noida with 'Shruti Vajpayee has achieved her ideal weight' but it's been five years to that Shruti Vajpayee now.
I can't tell you how much weight I've lost because I haven't bothered to weigh myself even though I have begun to fit into clothes I didn't think was possible in this lifetime (or another five years to be less dramatic). This would have been breaking news on my Twitter four months ago, but not anymore.
I've cooked, sweated it out doing jhadoo pocha, infected my thumb doing dishes thrice a day. I anxiously waited to see what the contents of my cooker looked and tasted like until the steam escaped (insert mere ko aisa dhak dhak ho rela hai.jpg). Nearly every time I lost my appetite in the process of cooking.
If I remember correctly, I didn't have lunch or dinner for 15 days straight because I was too tired/anxious to eat. I could barely sleep at night but I more than made up for it during my free time in the day. But I followed the Jillian Michaels routine daily for about a month. Eventually I gave up on that too.
After punishing my body for a couple of months I decided to start taking a glass of milk to awaken my appetite that seemed to have slipped into comatose. Lately I've begun eating a meal a day to stop my hair from falling in bunches.
Am I proud of my weight loss? Not this time.
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