For a few kilos less....

Mama protests violently when I say so , but my unpredictable yo - yo like body weight IS her fault . Here is why !
- She ate and ate and ate when I was a tiny embryo - something that little, fed with a billion fried eggs , potatoes and god knows what else WOULD greet the world as a hefty 9 pound ( and short) wriggling mass !
- I was always a little , well, picky .So to confuse my infant brain , she would feed me all kinds of pureed stuff . So where I may have got tired eating 1 banana , I would drink 3 with ease ....Net net , developed a supermodel shape that landed me my first modelling contract ! Any class of pre - schoolers would have pointed to me and said - look , CIRCLE
- Then , there was my special treat. A daily dollop of butter ( large dollop ) ....till I was about three .

Now I read somewhere that fat cells increase in number ONLY in the early years of childhood. after which they just EXPAND and CONTRACT , but they are ALWAYS there , waiting greedily to be plumped up ! . So a person with LESS fat cells would be able to eat away and remain as thin as a reed , while poor cell heavy people like me would forever be trying to keep food away from those nasty cells

A trifle simplistic , you think? I think it sounds like a lot of common sense.

Anyway , so I grew from an adorable baby , to a chubby and cute pre schooler , to a FAT girl . ( that is when i graduated from cute and cuddly to plain overweight ! )
Ballet classes did not help , and even my doting father would admit that my Bharatnatyam "ta thai " caused minor baby elephant tremors in the house !

Fortunately , somebody likes me somewhere , and just when I turned about thirteen and started wishing for a change in the definition of nice figure , I lost what my mother was calling puppy fat ( trying to suppress the fat cell story , I think ) - and dramatically acquired a 21 inch waist ...

Anyway , that did not last either , so college was slim and svelte, B School and its timings gave fat cells extra food , working life saw them expand to new heights , and since then , they pretty much decide every once in a while ( they = those nasty billions of cells ) that its the time to party ( evading with ease the occassional personal trainer , aerobics class , and GM diet )

Determined soul that I am have formulated a plan to squash them by transmogorifying them into muscle - I have joined a GYM!
( Do NOT laugh , sandy has ALREADY done that ! )

Pulled to the gym by 1. its proximity to my house 2. the fact that it has DANCE exercise classes on offer and 3. the chance to bump into John Abraham if he uses his one day transfer pass and comes to Worli instead of Bandra

Kept at the gym by
1. Nice wake up-py feeling early in the morning 2. Belief that those cells are DYING - I can feel them cry for sure 3. Rigorous follow up on my tracking sheet 4. Okay not John , but not bad at all :-)

Its already been 5 classes ( no I have not reached a perfect 0.7 waist hip ratio yet !) , this time I intend to get rid of those evil cells once and for all - HA HA HA HA ( wicked evil laugh)

I promise to post pictures of the new me so that you can recognise me when we meet next...