Weight loss diaries – the scare and the start...

I’ve always been an overweight person – this started after I turned 15/16 and steadly got worse after I gave up dancing. Call it genes, call it laziness or whatever – my weight has gradually grown on me (literally) and now I am what most people (Indian that is, I could like a puny creep to an American... and no, no offense meant) obese.

Am sure friends, enemies, family and others (doctors, maids, cooks, who-ever-cares-to-have-an-opinion) have tired of telling me to shed the extra kilos so that I can enjoy life better – meaning
- I can snap up a guy faster
- I could look ‘good’ (like I don’t now) and a lot prettier (aha.. again, I wonder what makes these people think I am not already). Anyways, this is by far the most interesting point, but more about this later)
- I wouldn’t need to look for XL and XL + clothes (like that is sin?)

There have been very few, select few, who’ve actually told me that I’d do myself a favor by reducing weight and maybe, just maybe, reduce the chances of a horde of medical problems now and in the future.

Interestingly, like most other things that are not priority, I just pushed this to the back of my mind and have been busy with life until the ‘scare’ happened. My mom, bless her soul, who is very over-weight, came to visit with me and had a series of problems – something she ate aggravated her breathing problems, which aggravated her cardiac problems that lead to… I;ve never seen her in that state – face swollen, deep long wheezing breaths that seemed to be drawn out of her… And none is this really helped by the obesity – she plain couldn’t move and there was an insane minute of considering how to rush her to the doc, if needed. I thought we’d need to call an ambulance and stretcher… and the very idea scared me sh****. Though, thankfully we could treat her with help from my sister in law (long distance precription) and thankfully, she’s better now.

The thing is that, I am a lot like my mom constitutionally and for a second I saw myself in her place (a couple of decades from now); wheezing for breathe and unable to move. Now, I am an independent person as any (people who know me usually shake their head about just how independent I am) and the thought that I wouldn’t be able to be independent enough to manage myself at any point… Some soul searching and some advice from the most important people in my life, I decided that its time to shed some weight and get a grip on myself. And no.. I wouldn’t really care for the prettier bit nor snapping guys or any such stuff :) que sera, sera!!

Ok, so that’s the heavy stuff. And this is probably a lot more serious than I would have liked it.. So, the next one is going to lighten things up and get you onto the "Weight Loss Project Management course in DG's life"