Workout of a hypothyroid, peromenopausal half centurion!!!!!

 

Disclaimer: I assure everyone that I definitely do not lack intention or motivation(the thing that stares back at me in all its misshapen glory  from the godforsaken mirror makes sure about that)!! I get up every morning…if you call groaning your way off the bed cos you are feeling more tired than you were when you went to sleep….and tell myself, rather order myself, to get onto the treadmill and kickstart the workout sessions that seem to elude me for months.

 

With that cleared for the benefit of the trolls who must be saying to themselves “what rubbish…she must be plain lazy “……I go on to recount my daily endeavours on the exercise front……!!!!!!!

Firstly I think the term”apne pairon pe kulhari maaarna”..(which when tranlated into english for my non-hindi-speaking friends,roughly says you’re a bloody sucker and probably your own worst enemy!!!)… was invented by me….simply cos I recently shifted my treadmill and elliptical trainer along with all the other exercise stuff I collect (so it makes me feel as if I lost 10 pounds just looking at them) onto the first floor in order to make room downstairs…….which obviously means I have to climb up 15 steps every morning….do you have the slightest idea what a chore that can be to hypothyroid patients( henceforth referred to as hypos…..as opposed to hypers)…….simply in order to get to my machines let alone actually start the workout!!!!

After this first huge obstacle taken care of, I slip on my faithful shoes ( which are so worn that they should be able to write an autobiography claiming to have helped their wearer lose at least 15 kgs but alas that story is never deemed to be written) and exercise clothes…(women… read gym bra for obvious reasons…boys…don’t read ). To continue on in  this extremely professional manner of mine, I promptly switch on my desktop, check into youtube and look for an amazing playlist that has my favourite songs mixed and altered into a 132 beats per second count so I can get into the mood and find my pace …..

Hope you guys are impressed with my dedication so far!!!!

The moment the beat starts playing I find my groove immediately cos dancing is one of my most favourite thing….my friends would vouch for it while my kids would grunt in disbelief and denial…..!!!

The treadmill comes on, the speed is set and I am ready to go…. Legs working, arms pumping …Soon I realise…maybe two minutes into the workout that all this preperation took me so long that I should have visited the loo before enthusiastically jumping onto the treadmill and tied upo my hair too cos obviously hypos start exhuding flames from their body every five minutes….sooo….

I hop off, trudge down again, quick visit to the john, desperate search for a cluthcher and back up again….15 steps again.…you do realise that all this activity alone says enough exercise for the day…get back into bed already womannnn!!!! But I am going to prove to you that I really really really want to lose those extra kilos…..so I am soon back on the treadmill, music playing all this time so no more wastage of precious moments….Soon I am exhausted, my legs are protesting, my throat is dry, and my will power wavering….I look at the clock…another two minutes have passed wooowwwwww!!!!!!

But friends, don’t write me off yet…your pal is better than that!!!!.. I carry on, cursing the heat, my genes and my thyroid and adrenal glands!!!!!!..Just as my will power staggers back into form, pushing me on, allowing me to salvage my honour and self respect and march on at 6.4 km/m the treadmill suddenly gives a lurch and stops, most unceremoniously, my  neck thrown back and forth like a Raggedy Ann doll and I stand there correcting my balance in disbelief and shock!!!

The power has  gone….did I fail to mention I live in this little village which the atlas has conveniently forgotten as has the state and central government, and we still have issues with power and water supplies…Yes yes guys…you are in the correct century but we are still trying to catch up!!!!

Surprisingly or actually not so surprisingly, I am secretly relieved at the break while keeping up my brave façade by cursing the electrical department  (as well as silently thanking them for saving me from this torture)….needless to say I could simply have hollered at someone to switch on the genset immediately without wasting a single moment or bead of sweat but I conveniently call it an act of God and tell myself exercising today was not destined for me and who am I to challenge the will of fate!!!

I am a believer in the one supreme GOD , by the way!!!

Of course the elliptical bike doesn’t need power nor my yoga mat but what the hell….when the almighty thinks I shouldn’t sweat it today, who I am to disagree!!!!!!!!

I am finally back downstairs in a jiffy, shoes off , socks off etc etc, not a pound lighter but very proud of myself for having the fortitude and (feeble)determination to try and go the Bipasha Basu way…..

May I  have a round of applause from my other hypo friends please and for good measure, the others can join in too!!!!

Breakfast please!!!!!

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#Earth Day…..

Yesterday was Earth Day…actually everyday should be Earth Day but…. Yesterday I witnessed miles and miles of barren untouched land from 32000 ft on a very clear and sunny day and God’s creation fascinated me all over again…I have flown many a mile and seen many a landscape but the river we flew over this time was a marvel of nature…it languidly flowed over land and rock, past smatterings of villages whose population was mercifully and obviously too nondescript to make any changes to the naturalness of its surroundings.
The river continued on in all its glory, dark grey abounded by such a variety of brown tones and hues as I had never seen before…its tributaries creating a marvelous pattern like the picture God would have painted in watercolor washes..wet into wet..on his free Sunday…..
The water pushed its way into basins and crevasses …nothing to stop it in its path , nothing to check its flow, nothing to contain its force…
What a beautiful planet has been bestowed upon us, what potential, what grace!!!
Why then have we mercilessly obliterated so much of it as we push the barriers of construction and destruction simultaneously..why do deign to imagine that this earth was given to us to play with like a ball..bounce it around, hit it against the wall and then laugh in glee as we kid ourself into believing that we have the power to mould it at will!!!
We were given a place to live in and as we revere our individual houses so should we respect this collective home bestowed upon us maintaining its sanctity much as we would the sanctity of God!!
# EarthDay2016 #saveourearth #cleanupyouract #GoGreen #keepIndiaclean

Does empathy still exist in society??

Was just reading a writeup about how empathy amongst youngsters in general has graphically been on the decline since the 1980’s and in fact took a drastic downward turn during the 2000’s…and the graph continues to have a decreasing linearity……
Got me thinking…it really is true and the evidence is all around us….
I don’t believe there has ever been an era when youngsters have not disagreed or been at loggerheads with their peers but at one point there still existed that polite and subdued attitude towards ones elders… A silent acceptance of their desires or commands out of sheer respect for their stature and age even if one wanted to vehemently disagree with every word that poured out of the older’s mouth…..
At one point children were scared of offending or defying their parents, aunts , uncles, teachers , gurus…they held them if not on a pedestal, at least in a place where reverence and respect garnered a politeness and subjudication from the youth….
We were born in that era…where parents were to be listened to and understood as using experience and love as the force behind their guidance , scolding, commanding and often even whipping their way through the formative years of their kids…
I don’t remember ever answering back rudely, yelling, snubbing or insulting my adults…yes of course we did argue to get a point across, give our own ideas and thoughts a voice, disagree healthily on many accounts even throw tantrums when we were young but I don’t think I ever saw my parents hurting from inside or shedding a heart wrenching tear because of caustic words I might have flung at them in my arrogance!!!
However, today we are faced with a know-it-all generation who no doubt are smarter than us at the same age because of the kind of education we have given them as well the global exposure they have received from travel, technology, discussion and co-deliberation… They have insight, experience beyond their years, ideologies, fanaticisms and fantasies of which we are proud and give fuel to….allow them to spread their wings and grow beyond what we could ever have imagined as we trudged through a slower paced, less-driven life with fewer expectations, demands or amenities….
This in fact is the cause of the difference in our thought process and that of our kids today…they cannot understand why we hold back, are more wary and tremulous, traditional and fearing, afraid even maybe….
However I guess every subsequent generation thinks the same way about the one before them but I know for sure that we belonged to the bygone era where we chose to listen and not crush….
Today I see anger, short tempers, arrogance, smugness, rudeness , attitude, disrespect, impatience and venomous tongues all around me…
Today itself I witnessed a young girl yell at a mall attendant who tried to tell her that carrying more than 5 articles to the trying room is against the rules…her outburst almost had the attendant in tears and when a middle aged lady intervened to suggest to the girl that the attendant was just doing her job she was the receiver of a further barrage of expletives and was told without mincing words, TO MIND HER OWN BUSINESS!!
If such a trivial matter can garner reactions this extreme I wondered how they would react to the bigger issues in life as I shook my head in shame and dismay!!!
You only have to suggest your idea or speak of your experience to a youngster today to invoke a reaction that makes you bite your tongue in shock!!!
You simply have to express a thought or opinion to be curtly dismissed and maybe told that you have the most ludicrous suggestions possible even if you have learnt it over years of dealing with that particular scenario…
Ask the teacher who attempts to control a classroom full of teenagers, the college professor who tries to Instill morals into the smug young adults who simply swear back at him for his feeble attempts…
I have heard boys use profane language in front of parents and gurus, ….offensive language both verbal and body in front is the fairer sex…. I have seen them scream and shout at distressed parents before storming out of the house…. I have seen them throw punches at older people, push them out of the way to claim a seat in public places, laugh at the less fortunate or elderly, tease the opposite sex, touch and speak inappropriations in public… I have seen a mother tear up at the insults thrown at her by her grown children…I have seen fathers despair when his boys don’t understand that his strictness or lack of excessive pampering was out of sheer love and the desire to prepare the kids for hardships ahead as they went out on their own into the world…..
Lack of empathy may be putting it politely…I feel it’s almost turning into a lack of caring a shit for anyone and everyone other than themselves!!!!
I guess we should be grateful for small mercies if our children have grown up to have the even the slightest semblance of decency and humility in today’s world and count our blessings!!!!
Thank you God!!! I am truly blessed!!!