I want to ride my bicycle (Fat bottomed girl)
It has been a lesson to observe in myself the inverse
relationship between loving what is inside and loathing what is outside because
nourishing my soul has been at the expense of my body. After being ill for much of month one, my tiny
jeans were too big even with a full money belt stuffed down them. Although I loved the feeling of liking my
thighs, I took the opportunity it presented and indulged in lemon tart, pizza
and other treats …you may recall a post entitled “bring on the calories” which
I wrote with gay-abandon! By the time I
reached Tamil Nadu and its heavenly wheat-free cuisine, I threw caution to the
wind and just ate, discovering Indian sweets en route which probably have
triple the calorific value of cup cakes which I wouldn’t dream of eating at
home. Then I squeezed into my bikini (rather
ashamedly) and hit the beaches and their fabulous restaurants (Abba, Pande,
Cierans mmm) throwing in a few G&Ts as I went. Inland I was generally sick but regrettably
not sick enough to achieve sitting position in those jeans! At Brahmavidya Mandir things settled down, I
regained control and found perfect harmony between body and mind. Then glorious Diu burst upon the scene with its
1950s ice cream parlour, Josephine’s all you can eat and its cheap beer which
has left me looking much like I did after my first year at University …where coincidentally
I survived largely on samosa, curry and beer (albeit much more beer than I
drank in Diu!).
Surely we are allowed to find equilibrium between mind
and body without being a nun or the wrong end of your healthy weight band? This is a country where every delicious dish and
drink (except for the illusive and risky salad) is fat or sugar based or worse
still …both! In mitigation I recently discovered
that I can say “enough ghee” in Hindi when pointing out what I would like from a
menu, this does result in slightly less oily veg dishes. In addition; I never eat all of the rice, am
not eating meat, obviously don’t touch chapatti and have elected that one meal
per day must only consist of fruit. It’s
too hot to exercise here now and my control-measures don’t seem to shed a single
pound perhaps because I often believe that they earn me a mid-afternoon ice
cream. Its six and a half weeks now until
this fat bottomed girl can get on her bike and ride …and she truly hopes that when
she does, she will only be losing from the outside!
Photos courtesy of Danny
Well Im very happy at the thought of you coming home looking less skinny than you went. Its that little face of yours, it tends to disappear. You've always loved food sweetiepie so am vey happy that you're going for it.
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Well I am very happy at the thought of you returning less skinny than you left. Its that little face of yours, it tends to disappear, You've always loved food sweetiepie, so am very happy that you're going for it.
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