It was the
festive weekend of pongal/Sankaranthi, the harvest season. Salutations are
offered to the Sun God who regulates the rains and ensures a good harvest.
Festival means good food, or high calorie food. Yes I did indulge. But
strangely I don’t feel much remorse or guilt.
Saturday
morning, I hit the gym at 7 a.m. for a physio session, that assessed my current
level of fitness. I was told that I had great flexibility, decent endurance,
but poor muscle strength, because I did could not do even one push up. I
was also told that I needed to lose another 20 kg. Yes, I know that. But I’m
thankful that I have already lost about almost 20 kilos. To hear I need
to lose 40, will have been much worse. The weighing scale at the gym, with work
out clothes and socks on showed 84 point something. I don’t remember clearly. I
have not lost any weight since Jan 1 2012, on which day I weighed around 81.5 kgs. My weigh in this morning is seen on
the side bar.
The
whole thing got distressing, and I took the weekend off indulged in all the festive
goodies, had dinner at Papa John’s Pizza with cheese sticks AND pepsi, and
completely enjoyed it. We brought home the leftovers – 3 slices, of which I had
one for breakfast, and the Scientist finished off the remaining two. I just ate
some digestives and a banana at work, cos the one slice of pizza was not enough
breakfast. Speaking of banana, Chittu now says ba-na-na, slow and deliberate,
albeit adorable. That’s three fruits now. He also says papaya and apple.
My
mind feels very cloudy, and it’s the beautiful play of the female hormones. My
gym week will start tomorrow. After the physio test, I did an hour of dance
aerobics, which was totally AWESOME. I simply loved it. Though, ever since Saturday
morning, my legs feel like lead. I now know what I will do every Saturday
morning.
After
the awesome workout, we headed to my Aunt’s for the Pongal festival, for what’s
a festival without relatives? Saturday evening, we headed to the beautiful
Rajarajeshwari temple, for darshan, but not before we maneuvered through a
wrong route of choice and terrible traffic. Sunday was the day of the main
festival. Being at my own aunt’s place, I get the advantage of lounging around,
without being expected to offer too much help. In contrast, at my in-laws’ my
helping hand is expected. So we finished up puja, then ate, and I curled up
next to Chittu and dozed through his two hour afternoon siesta. We returned home
to an empty Sunday evening, got to know that Maami will return on Monday
morning, and used the opportunity to head for pizza, after shopping for veggies
at Namdharis. I think this Sankaranthi has brought a good harvest of Bok-Choy
cos I saw PLENTY of it in the store. I purchased a small bunch, and am yet to
decide how exactly I am going to cook it.
So, if you
have survived my long disjoint post, tell me dear reader, how has your week end
been? And what you like/dislike about my blog posts.
I liked it. My weekend wasn't as happening as yours though. Keep writing
ReplyDeletethanks :)
DeleteSorry things got distressing over the weekend. That is always the hardest day to stay on plan.
ReplyDelete:) getting better now...
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