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My little soldier takes her job of keeping me away from giving into my cravings very seriously. And together we battle the craving monsters!
One afternoon as I sat concentrating hard before the computer screen, my hand unconsciously reached out for the cookie jar! Whoops! It was snatched away with a loud shout- “No! Mumma, no! Stop it!”
Taken aback, I look up to see my 5-year-old wagging her finger in my face. “You can’t eat any sugar ma, remember?” She then went on to roll her little hands on her tummy in an obscene gesture and say “You’ll become fatter!”
Holy Christ! Livid with anger, I’m about to shout at the poor kid when I recall she’s only doing what she’s been asked to. With an exasperated sigh, I get up and give her a tight hug. She is my ‘Guardian Against Monsters.’ My daughter safeguards me against the dangerous ‘Sweet Tooth Monster’ and the ferocious ‘Fried Cravings Monster.’
The Sweet Tooth Monster is buried deep until he awakens every year during the festive season. Starting with Krishna Jayanti, Rakhi, Ganesh Chaturthi and finally the mother of all festivals – Diwali! He is our unwanted guest is on an extended stay!
Each box of cake or candy that comes home is swiftly passed on to someone else- a friend, a relative or a well-wisher. No matter how quickly I move, it’s impossible to deplete the pile. Some are gifts from people close to our hearts. And some are just too delicious to give away! So, the monster lives on.
The fact that I have so many home bakers in my friend list doesn’t help my cause at all. Their endless promotional posts on social media, with tempting pictures of the most amazing cakes and desserts – anyone would succumb. I do too!
The Fried Cravings Monster, however, is always around. If the lunch is a simple dal rice – and out come the fried crispies! Come rains and this monster is at his ferocious best. Pakodas, samosas and irresistible bread rolls are gobbled, completely ignoring the diet plan. Blame it on the weather. The Monster looking on laughs – loud and cruel.
“I’ll eat just today. Tomorrow I’ll stop eating fried and sugar completely. I Promise.” Promises, as we know – are meant to be broken.
“I’ll work out the extra calories.” A week of intense workout and somebody compliments me that I’m looking great. How do I celebrate? With a bar of chocolate, of course!
So, I put my Guardian into action. “Don’t let me eat any chocolate, cookies or mithai Okay? Please take it away as soon as I reach for it. Stop me if I put pizza or potato chips into my mouth.”
My little soldier takes her job seriously. Out at a party, as soon as I begin to put the slice of pizza or cake into my mouth I feel a tug on my dress. I look back at her standing with a wicked grin and a menacing finger pointing to the food- no, no no, she seems to say!
My Guardian and I, together we fight the monsters. We battle them hard and send them packing! Until they return. No matter how much I try I cannot win. The never-ending Battle of the Bulge continues.
A version of this was earlier published here.
Picture credits: Still from Disney+Hotstar’s campaign for kids on Facebook
Editor’s Note: This is a personal view of the author that does not mean to body-shame anyone. It only aims to humorously put forth her story of battling the bulge, as she calls it. The story, in no way, means to hurt any sentiments at all.
Hi! I'm Meeta Chablanii- an animator, illustrator a freelance fashion designer and a full time mom to two little brats. My journey of bringing them up forms the backdrop of most of my posts. read more...
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My belly is living proof
of the life I have grown, held, and birthed
a ‘permanently pregnant’ swell
stretch marks and a caesarian scar
that still itch
an experience I wouldn’t trade in
except for what I was told by the father of my child.
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Marriage is often described as the joining of two individuals’ bodies, minds, and souls. Upon getting married, you are expected to share everything with your partner, including time, money, and all other aspects of life. Your life should revolve around your spouse from beginning to end.
But is it necessary to spend every waking moment with the spouse? Are you not supposed to have a life apart from your spouse? And do these rules apply only to women or men as well?
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