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Sunday, May 13, 2018

Obese Child to Fitness freak


In class VIII, my parents took me to a hospital, to get some basic check-up done for getting obese. After few lab tests, the advice was diet and exercise. I did not have enough know-how about how all those things worked. The only things that I was aware of was I was being asked to eat less, do yoga while my father's exercising and I was being sneered at in public.
I once had a dream, I was in a blue dress in front of a mirror and thin. It just remained that, a dream and an impossibility till it became true.
After Class XII, I joined Siddha Samadhi Yoga classes with my mom. After a week, we had to stop eating cooked food. That psyched me so much, that I could see only through one eye for a couple of weeks. It was a terror to not eat rice which I ate for so many years of my life, four times a day.
During my first year of undergrad, I weighed 154lb. I swam for a semester and came to 143lb. But that was all lost enthusiasm, once I got into the college routine. I came to 159lb by the fourth year. Thats when my friends and I started going to the gym whenever possible, nothing much happened by way of weight loss but there was a feel-good factor when we were up in the morning, when it was so beautiful. Slowly I started eating rotis (tortillas). I can say that this is the turning point in my life enroute losing weight. By then I had read in Readers Digest that appetite can be controlled. It was very very hard to shift to rotis from rice. Living on lots of rice for 20 years, made it difficult to shift to rotis. With rice, I did not know how much I was eating. With rotis, I could count.
By the end of that year I reduced to 154lb.
When I was doing my internhsip at Bangalore, my office was 4.5km away. I had lots of time. I was still a student, so I wasnt comfortable paying 30Rs a day, so I just walked. My mom would tell me that ' I walk without whining'.. When we  go to our village, we need to walk for  a km or more. As a kid I did not have problem doing that while my sister threw tantrums. Each time we had to walk, my mom praised my enthusiasm to walk. This somehow increased my interest in walking. I had time and I kept walking 9km a day. I started losing 1.5lb  a month. That is a very unnoticeable change. But I was told that you will never get this weight back. Walking is  a very good exercise, to get you started. This I did for six months and I kept working on having only rotis for lunch. By the end of it I got to 143lb.
Still kept walking whenever I could. this was in 2003
In 2006, I didnt know what got onto me. I was a well-prepared playground for diet and exercise. I kept working out every day on the elliptical for an hour. As I kept losing weight, I came to see the elliptical as a fat melting machine. I reached 115lb ... I did not think that was possible. After all the weight loss, I felt like my legs were made of hollow-bamboo. Soon people started telling me, that they could not recognise me or that I was getting smaller and smaller each time they saw me.
Looking through the journey, I realise that once I figured what worked for me, I kept at it and emerged successful. Later, I went on to do a rim to rim hike in Grand Canyon. Any weekend with good weather, I had to be out walking.


Sunday, May 17, 2015

Theft of Memory




poetry prompt:

1. " If we couldn't free it, we'd have to cut the line and attach another lure and begin all over" - Jonathan Kozol.

In the lake of literature, are many lures that instead of catching the poems caught 'piece of wood'.

In 'The Theft of Memory: Losing My father. One Day at a Time', author Jonathan Kozol slices the 'journey' of his father's illness which led him to lose his capabilities, join a nursing home, continuously ask his son to take him home. The son takes him home after reassessment of financial condition. Throughout the book, the author walks us through how he went through the decision making process, giving us an insight into what options were available to him, what things did he think of, how did the other caregivers, doctors, his lawyer, mother help him take decisions by bringing up points that he didnt think about. Fitting tribute to a neurologist, this book delves a lot into the author's thought scape.
The blurb says that this book 'is not primarily about a doctor's public life' but it is also about how the doctor's doctor failed him and how in general geriatrics is not treated as well as pediatrics, because it does not have 'future productivity'.
The author went through his father's clinical cases through his notebooks and accounts how he solved many cases. consistent Dementia. I thought it was funny that a spouse should get competitive of her caregiver's attention when she has to share it. The writing is successful at creating an image of his ailing father, genius father.