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Wednesday, December 18, 2013
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New me begins today...or tomorrow
Motivation to live a better life can come from the darndest of places and people. As I was mindlessly eating curry chicken and pommecythere, the inane American TV sitcom How I Met Your Mother was on air.
“If you knew you were going to lose your leg tomorrow, would you sit on the couch and moan about it or would you run and do some awesome air jumps?’’ says one dopey character to another, urging his pal not to break up with his girlfriend just because she was moving away.
Instead, he tells Dopey Number Two, they should do all the fun things they could squash into their last days together, such as dining at their favourite restaurants, going to the movies, visiting the cute monkeys in the zoo and so on.
Zap! I dropped the chicken wing back into the Styrofoam container. My brain screamed, “I am wasting my legs!’’
The poor neglected limbs took me no farther than my next meal and pay cheque. I had turned into a perfect desk jockey, a couch potato, an armchair opinionista. The last time I saw the inside of a gym was when Mr Panday was in Whitehall. I can’t remember what it feels like to run on actual grass and feel the wind on my face and hear birds sing.
Instead, I am a vampire on a hamster wheel.
I never see daylight and my brain is probably turning to pap from vitamin D deficiency. I leave home in the dark to get to work before the phone starts bleating and then I go get home after sunset, to avoid the evening traffic, so I can fall into bed like a tree that has been axed, and the next morning I get back on my wheel again.
This was not supposed to happen to me. I was going to be the fun chick with the cool plaid purse. But then life interrupted. I acquired mortgages, jobs, the urge to shop, and gack! the most evil of maladies—responsibilities!
The grown-up activity of Making a Living has recently given me 20 unnecessary pounds and a muffin top—the kind with too much baking powder so things tend to explode and overflow above the belt.
The early-morning brisk walks have been erased from the schedule because I am too lazy to get out of bed at 4 am. The low-fat grilled chicken and veggie pasta combos have been replaced with such contraband as chocolate brownies, and lots and lots of sada roti and baigan choka, because my mood is generally “What the heck?’’ instead of “Have a great day!’’
My poor legs have been doing a slamming job of holding me up so far, despite the lack of appreciation from their owner. These legs were made for walking and it’s time they get their due. Already, I have coloured in every free walk/run charity event for the rest of the year. You name it, and I will be there, collecting my free T-shirt and medal at the finish line.
Next, I am taking up horseback riding. The police mounted branch offers free classes and I hear cantering is a great work-out for the thighs and rump—and not just for the horse.
Why wait for a disaster to appreciate our physical gifts? I should be living my best life now and thanking the universe for its tender mercies because in the blink of a nylon eyelash, everything could be taken away.
Yup. The new me begins today.
Right after I finish watching the marathon What Not to Wear episodes and I might as well finish off that box of chocolate chip cookies at the back of the cupboard, because it’s a sin to waste food when there are starving children in the world, and besides, it’s raining torrents outside, so I will go for that jog tomorrow.
Or the day after. Then again, dry season 2014 will be here soon.
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