October 2011

I have always been skinny. I realized early that I don’t put on weight very easily. But even then I was always a little cautious about what I ate because I had loads of skin problems as a teenager.

But I have never had to worry about my weight. The only time I worried about my weight was when I was pregnant and I put on 21 kgs over the 9 months period. My mom who was underweight before her pregnancy put on a lot of weight over her 2 pregnancies and never lost most of it. I was apprehensive that I too would be like my mom. But if my father has been very generous and bequeathed me his premature graying genes, he has also been very generous with his lean look genes. So luckily for me, I realized a few months after BB was born that I take after my lean father and not my plump mother. I lost all the 21 kgs over the next 6 months without any disciplined exercising, dieting etc.

On a side note I would like to mention that even thought I didn’t have any disciplined exercise routine,I got loads of exercise of a different kind. We stay in a three storey house. By three-storied house, I mean the kitchen, hall and MIL’s room are on the ground floor and our bedroom is on the second floor with the SIL and BIL’s bedroom on the 1st floor. When I was on maternity leave, on an average day I would go up and down the stairs to the 2nd floor at least 20 times .Sometimes carrying a 6-9 kgs BB too. And we don’t have a maid. So sweeping, moping and washing BB’s clothes helped too. So now you know the secret of losing weight easily after having a baby. Build a 3 storey house and fire your maid 😀

Since God has been very kind to me with respect to the lean looks (I have a few complaints against Him about the graying, thinning hair though), I decided to throw caution to the winds. Over the past 2 years, I have been gorging on sweets, chats,samosas, pizzas, burgers etc. without a care in the world. Everytime we go out for lunch from office, one of my managers (who is on the heavier side) always  comments about how lucky I am to have such a good metabolism rate that helped me stay skinny in spite of eating well (giving a dirty look to my piled up plate) .

About 2 months back, we had an office sponsored Health checkup for all the employees. So imagine my distress when my health checkup results showed that I had more than the desired cholesterol levels. The levels are not high enough for me to have a heart attach any minute and pop it off. But they are high enough to have hurt my image (I very smartly announced it to my whole team) and also my ego ( my wonderful metabolism is not so wonderful after all L).

So now every time somebody sends out a mail in office announcing sweets from home, wedding sweets  etc. I get gentle reminders from my team asking me to refrain from binging as I need to keep my cholesterol in control. A couple of my young team members have even checked the internet for steps to control cholesterol and have been generously doling out all the appropriate advice (eat cucumbers and oats, oats soaks up all the extra cholesterol, exercise regularly etc.)

Being the wonderful mother that I am, I promptly passed the blame of the high cholesterol levels to my son. After all I end up eating all his ghee laden leftovers everyday. It was his fault that he does not eat 2 ghee ka parathas that I make for his dinner every night ( he eats 1 and 1/3 and I eat the 2/3 leftovers).it was his fault that he does not eat the ghee filled rasam/dal rice sometimes and I am forced to eat it because I don’t like the idea of wasting it. But later I just accepted the blame for my own cholesterol levels.My MIL who watched me as I tried desperately to cut down the oil/ghee that I consume decided that it was not my diet, but stress levels which had affected my cholesterol levels.

And it does not help that the evil health checkup results came out bang in the middle of the never-ending festive season. So I have been gorging very guiltily on all the Ganesh Chaturthi, Onam, Dusserha and now Diwali goodies, thinking of the thick layer being added to the already thick cholesterol layers in my system ( of course it would be a sacrilege to the Gods to not eat goodies during a festival :D).And we are still not done with the festivities coz Bakrid,Christmas and New year are just around the corner.

Yes I realize now that being skinny is not equivalent to being healthy.

But there is absolutely no pleasure in eating sweets/goodies with a guilty mind .So my resolve for today is to just let go of the guilt and binge. Healthy diets,exercise and controlled cholesterol levels can wait for the New year.


These days we need to be extra cautious about what we say, sing or how we express ourselves in front of BB.

He quickly latches on to any interesting phrase or expression, quietly records it for later references and it soon shows up in his conversations.

Sometimes he manages to use the phrase  in the right context, but there are times when he seems to be using it to just show off his improved vocabulary.

1)PP and BB are busy repairing one of his toys.BB wants to do something and PP tells him not to do it.BB is not very happy with this, decides to get back at PP and loudly states ‘Papa, chumma* you are cooking up stories’. PP looks shocked and I start giggling. BB seeing the effect his new vocabulary has on us decides to use the phrase again and again like he is trying very hard to convince his dad not to con him. PP and I are soon laughing our guts out.

PP uses the ‘cooking up stories’ phrase quite frequently in his conversation and our chuppa rustam BB has quietly picked this up.

2.It’s late in the night and we were getting ready to leave after visiting my parents last Sunday. My dad is helping BB put on his shoes and is trying to convince him to stay back.

Muthacha(my dad)- You stay back here today. Let your Amma and Papa go.

BB: No Muthacha, I am going to my house.

Muthacha: But this is also your house.

BB: No no, this is not my house. This is your house.

Muthacha: No, this is not my house. I only stay here. But this is your house.

BB: Muthacha, chumma you are cooking up stories.

Muthacha looks shocked initially and then starts laughing. PP and I the other hand don’t know if we should be shocked, amazed or proud, reprimand him or just laugh it off.

3)I say ‘Oh My God ‘ and ‘Oh Man ‘ when I am surprised and now the copy cat BB does the same.

‘Oh my God, that is the problem. Repair it and then the car will work Papa’ BB says as PP and BB together figure that there are some lose wires in his remote controlled car.

4)If I happen to hear a catchy tune on TV or radio, it stays in my head and I tend to sing/hum the same song for couple of days as I go about my work at home. One day I realized that I was absent-mindedly singing the ‘Shiela ki Jawani’ song. I stopped singing very abruptly when I reached the ‘I am too sexy for you’ line and turned to look at BB. BB gave me a mischievous smile and started humming the song. Luckily he had not picked up the lyrics and BB soon filled in some personalized lyrics. So now father and son go around singing ‘Bua ki friend Vani, I like to drink pani…..’ to the tune of ‘Sheila ki jawani’.

*Chumma-mallu word for simply. Not to be mistaken for the Hindi Chumma.