Mission accomplished

It’s pizza time folks. In case you don’t remember… the gym had a weightloss contest. I set myself a personal target of losing two kgs this month and I did it. Gosh I feel soooo good. I’m in the sixties.. 69 but still 60s. Yay!

The best part of the entire exercise was that everyone, with the exception of one or two girls, lost weight.. everyone .. from aunties in their sixties to girls barely out of their teens. What a happy time it was at the gym today as everyone got weighed. I loved the camaraderie all around. For once everyone was actually competing with their own selves, sharing diet and exercise tips. What fun this month has been.

While on weightloss, I’m reading a book by Yaana Gupta.. “How to love your body and get the body you love”. I found the title quite interesting and ordered it from Flipkart who seem to deliver books almost as soon as you press the ‘enter’ key on your computer.

The book has a section on smart weightloss. Yaana seems to have tried every diet under the sun and writes the pros and cons. She also talks about people like herself (and me) who are programmed to think of weightloss all the time. I found myself saying “ditto ditto ditto” each time she talks about her obsession with weightloss and ‘healthy’ eating. She says even ‘healthy eating’ shouldn’t be an obsession. And I’m kind of beginning to agree.

Sample this…. she talks of a time when she was trying to lose weight and dreamt of having a pizza she’d had sometime earlier. Says she, “The longer I was on that damn diet , the more I thought of that pizza and fantasised about it.” Sounds familiar, haan?

And when she finally does have it.. it didn’t taste as good as she’d imagined it would. So now I’m wondering whether Saturday would be such a treat after all!  🙁
The point she’s trying to make is.. don’t make your body crave for anything.

Maybe I’ll get to that stage someday.. after I reach 65kgs… maybe. For now I’ll try to “get the body I love” and maybe later I’ll try to “love the body I have.”

I’m halfway through the book. Of course I skipped ahead and read the bit about weightloss first. She says the same thing my trainer had told me.. “concentrate on weight training for sustained weightloss as it boosts your metabolism instead of just getting rid of calories through cardio”. Remember I’d promised myself  I’d do that? But there’s something so addictive about cardio I got caught up yet again.. So one more time.. the same resolution.. Less cardio, more weights. That even means lesser time at the gym.

Yes I know I’m going on and on about this whole thing. But then I’ve bored all my friends to tears with my obsession I couldn’t possibly leave out you guys. 🙂

Crafty Sunday

This is a post long overdue. It would have died a quiet death like so many before it had the last date for Shruti’s Artsy Craftsy February challenge not come up. Here it is.. my entry.

In a moment of weakness I promised N we’d make some nice ‘hearty’ crafts for Valentine’s day this year. I keep having these moments of madness and I keep living to regret them too. This time H fell ill and drove all thoughts of celebration out of my mind.

However N wasn’t about to forget my promise. Not just that, she also invited some of her friends. “We’ll all make ‘sooper’ things with my mama,” she told them all. So it was that the Sunday before Valentine’s Day a group of girls descended with their paints and brushes ready for some action.

Seeing there was no way I could wriggle out of this one I left H to watch the television and thought we’d make something quick and easy and get it over with.

Here’s my bunch of girls all set.

We started off with simple heart badges. We cut out heart shapes from coloured paper and the girls decorated them as they pleased with the name of the receiver in the centre. Finally we put on tiny bows and the badges were done. They didn’t seem too impressive till we saw almost all the children of the society wearing them in the evening. Pretty cute.

Next we did table place mats. I brought out old magazines and ad fliers that had come in with the newspapers on Sunday and cut out heart shapes. The girls got mat-sized chart paper/ handmade paper to stick on the hearts. There were ‘pizza hearts’ and ‘sunset hearts’ and when I couldn’t keep up with them I simply did some from coloured paper. The older ones went ahead and drew some figures too. What fun.

Finally we put some ribbon and got them laminated.

BTW a bunch of girls is not easy to handle. One of them wanted to make seven mats because she had seven members in her family. Another one requested, “May I make a small one for my baby sister at least?” I know now why I enevr made it to teaching. How on earth do you handle so many children? And worse, the requests are made so sweetly you don’t want to break even one heart.

Piece of cake

Girls and boys, brides and bachelors, busy mums and cooking challenged dads… here’s a cake anyone can make.

I’m not much of a cook and even less of a baker. My mum did her baking in that old fashioned round electric oven and then later on in an OTG. All I have is a microwave and I’m not really convinced it can make a good cake. However, I’m always on the look out for easy no-fuss stuff. The other day I stumbled upon this recipe that promised a cake “in less than five minutes” and I had to try it.

The good part
The ingredients are easily available, the recipe is simple enough with no heavy duty mixing/whisking plus it really does get made in five minutes. What’s even better .. it’s just a mug-full of cake, finishes fast so my weightloss keeps on track. Also, the kids can do it almost on their own.

Here’s how it goes..

Ingredients
4 tbsps flour
4 tbsps sugar
3 tbsps oil
3 tbsps milk
2 tbsps beaten egg
1 tbsp cocoa
1/4 tspn baking powder
Few drops of vanilla essence

The recipe uses chocolate chips, which I didn’t have, so went without.

Method: Mix everything together in a cup and put in the microwave (in what we call the ‘donkey mode’) for 2.5 – 3 minutes and it’s ready to be served.

The chefs with their creation. Forgot to get a closeup of the cake in all the excitement.

Now for the catch
Eat it up quickly. Keep it for a while and it turns into a hard hard ‘biscuit cake’ as the kids call it. However, since it’s such a small thing it finishes fast.. so there.

Try it.
http://www.instructables.com/id/5_minute_Chocolate_Cake/

Pride comes before a fall

The other day at the gym, complimenting me on my weightloss, my aerobics instructor said, “So is everyone supportive at home? Your kids and husband must be helping you keep your weightloss resolve, isn’t it?” And I, like an over confident smart alec, replied, “Nope. I won’t share credit for this at all… it’s all my effort and nobody elses.”

What a fall I had… me and my pride.

Less than a week from that day Hrit decided to fall ill. There I was, gym, exercise, soups, walks all forgotten, frustrated to tears, worried sick, spending sleepless nights as I watched him struggling first with the mother of all coughs and then with a fever that refused to go down below 102 and now it’s lose motions. Crocin, Meftal, IMol… cold sponging…. nothing worked last weekend. Sundays are now dreaddays to me. Two days and some antibiotic doses later the fever still hovers in the 100s plus he is has to deal with an upset tummy thanks to the strong medication.

Any child confined to bed is a sad sight. But a child like Hrit is sadder than ever. The neighbour’s noticed how quiet our house was. Says he, “Mama I think I must really be sick, I didn’t even ask to go to Y’s house today.” Y is his BFF.. the one he wants to marry… and that quite sums his condition over these last few days.

What’s worse, he missed the ‘solar’ day at school. He was to dress up as an astronaut while Naisha was planet Venus. Venus turned out to be a cakewalk thanks to MM. The astronaut was the tough one and after I’d run around MG Road (my favourite haunt) looking for all it needed, Hrit ended up not going at all. He’d been super excited about it all but was surprisingly mature about not being able to go. “Only my fever will decide whether I’ll go to school tomorrow”, he declared solemnly.

Here’s what they looked like…

Happiest planet ever

… and another pose

A rather serious-looking astronaut

I have to add that Naisha’s being a dream through all this.. not once did she complain about going to school without Hrit, she went to Hrit’s teacher to ask for his homework on her own, she’s perpetually fetching and carrying.. medicines, water, nebuliser. She’s a good girl.