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Diet plans

I am officially on a diet. But my diet is unique just like everything else about me - some say weird about me.

All these days, though I was telling everyone that I am fat, I told myself that I am slightly on heavier side, but not fat. And I wanted and hence believed it. But the  illusion was shattered in a family function last month.

In this function, many of common friends of me and my husband had come. A few said openly that your spouse looks same as he looked 30 years ago, but you have certainly put on weight. Of course, I tried telling myself that, being women they are jealous of me. But the inner me would not listen and told "dear lady, you are very fat and you need to do something about it".  More importantly I tried to alter a saree blouse because the one I stitched 3 months ago would not fit me and almost spoiled it. Hence I decided to diet and told everyone "in my next visit you will say "usha, you have not changed in last 30 years".

But as I told you earlier, my diet is different. One and only mantra of this diet is do not eat cooked rice for night meals. What about breakfast? But if I do not make dosa and chutney in the mornings, who will come and help to prepare chapathi and palya by 7 am? Or who will take the grumbling and shouting of my family if I prepare uppittu? So it is rice dosa in the morning. And of course I too have to eat it.

In the lunch, I do have to eat cooked rice and sambar and raita. Come on, if I do not eat proper meals at 1 pm, how will have enough energy. to sit and watch tv enitre afternoon till 8 pm. And you do not expect me to starve in the evenings either. I eat few slices of bread with cheese or ghee. But I will not eat rice for dinner.

You don't think I will lose any weight, nor will reduce the rate at which my girth is increasing? Nor do I. But my husband is a born optimist. Today when I asked him to bring corn-flakes, he brought me Kellog's special K. He thinks I will change from "O" to "K"!!

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