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Lose weight in a week- No exercise, surgery, pills or dieting

Right!
WRONG!!
So wrong, at so many levels!

On one side, we have this crazy epidemic of obesity amongst all social classes, masses and ages. On the other side, the crazy onslaught of books written to lose weight, kilos, inches, and the works. Clinics, doctors, dietitians, vaidyas, gyms, quacks who will all promise quick fixes and seemingly no effort involved methods. As long as you shell out the moolah, and indulge in the self damage.

GET REAL, WORLD

We all know

Nothing in life comes so easy
Things that come easy often come the wrong way
If its too good to be true, its probably not!

We also know

What food is not nice for us
What is good food
That we all need physical exercise

Yet, why do we all fall pray to these antics? I know a crazily famous “slimming doctor” who “dissolves people’s fat” and puts them on super restrictive diets like lime juice, lauki juice, excessive water and cucumbers. Says you won’t feel weak with this diet. Slowly “allows” you to start eating. The fallacy of this approach is so blaring obvious!
When someone drills in you you won’t be tired, you either won’t be (mind over body) or you won’t acknowledge. And you obviously lose weight quickly, when you are on a liquid diet. And then you have to follow a life long of a ridiculously restricted diet, which you obviously cannot. So you agree, that doctor helped you lose all the weight, but you gained because you didn’t follow the diet. You blame yourself, not the impractical diet for your weight gain. Doctor wins clients, you lose money, some weight and a lot of confidence.

I like the other dietician a bit more. One who believes in eating Indian, eating all you like but watching portions, timings etc.

More will follow in further posts!

NOTE: I’m not affiliated to any dietician, clinic, hospital, quack, et al

Seven Minutes…

Yesterday was a long tiring day and by the time I had retired, it was rather late. Today was going to be a very long day, which necessitated me to rise early in the morning. To get a few more minutes to sleep in the morning, I had my long refreshing bath late at night. In the morning, with great difficulty I finally got up. Late but still a little sooner than I would have, since I had planned a lovely treat for myself in the morning. Skipped bath, had quick tea. Dressed. Since the OT was going to run for long hours, I knew my breakfast was going to be delayed indefinitely. And hence the plan for my seven minutes of pleasure.

I stepped into the kitchen, opened the box and carefully lifted out a ripe big mango. Few seconds to enjoy the fragrance of a ripe alphonso. Washed it carefully and patted dry. With a sharp knife I cut it into large pieces. The aroma of the fruit was heady and filled the kitchen. Carefully, I leaned over the kitchen counter (breakfasts on working days are seldom had sitting at the table) and relished the mango. Slowly at first and later with a gluttonous urgency. The pulp covering the seed, and later the pieces, all were gulped down in matter of seven minutes. And those were probably the most amazing seven minutes of my day. Rest of the day was a busy and forgotten about quickly. But those seven minutes in the morning made the rest of my day lovely.