Okay so here goes :
I was a very healthy kid. We used to play cricket where I used to live earlier. And I was active playing games in the dedicated park. I sure had no signs of any fat till I was 11 or 12.
At 12 I shifted to Dwarka. Apartments do not have space for kids to go play around nor was I interested in playing around any longer. I soon was to become a teenager and did not care about playing. Now I wanted to be like the big boys.
I don't really know how I gained weight. I just know I did. From being the skinniest kid in the family I was growing and how.
Food canteen was my zone. In fact our zone. We loved it. Pepsi was considered a luxury till not very long ago and my sister and I would go and down one pepsi to feel relieved from the Delhi Heat.
My day was made of Samosas and Chola Bhaturas at School. 2 ltr pepsi bottles that I used to finish by myself and Chini (sugar) Paranthas that had grandma's love in it. Combine this with a gang of last bench teenagers and you can imagine my lifestyle.
The first time that weight issues had me down and out disappointed was when we as a family went to Bangkok. At a fancy mall my sister shopped and shopped and my mother encouraged me to get some clothes too. But I did not want any. Why? Because I knew I would not fit in them. I tried a few so that my mother would stop talking about it and then a thai man uttered "You fat you no fit in any clothes" The double XL's would not fit me. I felt let down. I sat in KFC while my sister shopped for the rest of day.
Back in Delhi. School days only got wilder. Malls started opening and McDonalds was opening everywhere. KFC coming to India was the icing on the cake. Kaboom I crossed the 100 mark.
I then fit into jeans waist size anywhere between 38-40 and I remember going to Vaishno Devi a trek of a few kms which had me huffing and puffing. My friend took my hand and made me climb.
College came about and the weight issues didn't bother my friends. They loved me for who I was. I had the ability to make them laugh and I thought being over weight was not such a big deal. Ofcourse all this while I kept away from any sort of physical exercise. But yes there were other issues, I sat on small plastic chairs hearing the cracking sounds as if the legs of the chair would give in anytime.
But it was all good. Life was fun in Manipal and I still didn't care. Not a bit.
Alcohol and smokes soon entered the life and suddenly beer added up to all the kilos. Numerous trips to Goa were made for obvious reasons and Anjuna being the den you don't have to be a genius to figure what those trips were all about.
We had to intern at hotels it was part of our curriculum. I was now interning at a very famous 5 star hotel in New Delhi.
While working none of the staff uniforms fit me and I was constantly bullied by the employees for my weight. I used to laugh it off. Saand and genda weren't offending anymore. I had heard it for years now and it made a lot of sense for anyone fighting with me or being funny to call me that. I didn't care.
Until one day, January 2009 a bully of a chef asked me what my weight was. Last checked it was 95 and I told him that. He said you can't be 95 and made me go from the weighing scale in wash rooms to the cafeteria. He was a high headed hot shot of the hotel and wanted someone to pick on. I went ahead to the HR and said it was unfair. I was told " so why don't you think before eating"
Ahan! Thank you ma'am.
Manipal 2009 after my internship in my final year. I had told a close friend who was in the college football team and expressed my desire to shed all the kilos and all the nonsense that goes along with it. He asked to wake up the next morning at 6. I went out with a few friends and did not make it that morning. However, my friend barged into my room late in the evening and said 'I don't think there's anything you can or you want to do about it"
This was it. I knew what I was battling. I was battling the unknown. We're comfortable being the same ol' and resist change. I knew I had to go. I knew this had to be my 45th or 54th(I've lost count) attempt at shedding weight and I had to try.
I went to the sports field and ran 10 steps before I huffed and puffed and almost collapsed. He asked me to try again. So I did 15 steps this time and a bottle of water gulped.
I did not have running shorts. I made my casual shorts my running shorts and went and ran downhill. Its easier right. The sight of my shirt hugging my huge belly soaked in sweat and the pain in my torso, shoulders, back, legs and every other part had me feeling better. I was told this would happen and I knew I had taken the first step.
Soon the 20 steps became 100 and then became a km. The first kilometer of my life. I kept at it. I would go every evening and spend as much time as my body would allow at the track. I ran for 25 days without a break and sometimes I ran both in the morning and evening. I had lost 7 kilos in a month. Why? Because along with that I applied science to it. You need carbs but you're better off without them at night. Have a good breakfast, decent lunch have coffee without sugar and eliminate all unhealthy food. I ate my dinner at 7.30.
Before you think I ate any fancy food. Let me let you know how limited my choices were. I lived in a student hostel and was not earning and my pop ain't no big shot so with my limited finances I did this all by myself.
I was doing 4 in no time. There was a girl who was my inspiration. She would run for 2 hours and then go play basket ball. I never had a chance to speak to her. I never wanted to. Her gender made no difference her commitment did. I started running 10 after I got inspired and it was a straight jump from 6 kms without stopping.
I walked to every place I had to go to. I never took an auto. I climbed stairs I never took the elevator and my cheat days were 1 in 7. My social life was as strong as ever though. I would go to the shawarma place too but I would not eat it. I would have coffee instead.
I maintained a journal which had a day by day account of everything that I ate. Even a small cookie which seems harmless was counted for. On the top of the page it had my weight. I could flip back to see what mistakes I've made and what my progress has been both in terms of food intake and weight lost.
I think any attempt is only 3/4th minus a log. A log keeps you in check. It motivates you, even when you cheat. It keeps you away from denial.
I was requested by my mother to stop running. I weighed 68 kgs. But I never did. I did though intentionally put on a little weight as the constant loss had made me a little too skinny for my own good. I could have been knocked down by a slap.
I run. I don't run to shed kilos. That's a side benefit. I run because it gives me confidence. I run because I find my peace. I run because it takes all the stress away and makes me feel alive.
I have learnt a very important lesson. That you give up when you stop trying. Keep failing, its good to have attempts gone wrong. It teaches you what to correct in your next attempt.
Happy running. Here's a before and after
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