Sunday, May 20, 2012

Battling the Bulge

The Weighing Scale is my biggest enemy.

While in school, the thought of the day when height and weight would be measured during PT class would instill a kind of dread in me. Why, you ask? Well, being on the chubbier side, I used to hate having others know how much I weigh. Among peers, to be considered fat, especially in those painful years of adolescence where every change in your body, is another new embarrassment. Since the annual report card had a specific page where height and weight was to be measured and recorded two times a year, the height-weight measuring was mandatory. Our Physical Education Teachers never did the measuring and recording in dignified silence, as a mark of consideration for those, who weren't of the ideal measurements! So there we would be, standing in a row, as per our attendance rolls in alphabet order and my little heart would be going thud thud..There would be two teachers involved in the process. One to measure and say the figures out aloud and the other to duly note it down.

Now there were tall gawky boys in front of me by the time we were in senior school, for whom weight was not a factor. They were out to check out their height vis-a-vis their peers. Those whose height were below average, would have a defeated look as the PT teacher loudly announced it, knowing that the bigger boys would be insensitively tittering or calling out rude nicknames - (who said growing up years were all about innocence, insensitivity rules the roost in school!). For the girls, height was of comparatively lesser concern, as long as it was in the average zone. The loud announcement of weight was mortification. Being three kilos over the average was enough to be stamped FAT in school. That's a tag you struggle to shed unless you have cracked the code of how to lose the chubby lard as you grow older. Some of my friends did manage that, I'd always feel a tinge of envy that they didn't go through multiple deaths of mortification. ( and who said you only die once? Ask a chubby child in school how often he/she feels like its death!)

Now, I am not obese. I am what you call comfortably plump. But while in the description 'comfortably' indicates a coziness and homeliness, in reality its highly uncomfortable. You dangle somewhere on the borderline of thin and fat. No one understands the description - my weight is in the average range. The immediate response would be is that thin or fat?? Well, more like fat you see.. Thin is a rather definitive term. Fat is all-encompassing.

Skinny women get all the sympathetic tut-tuts when they dive into a divine chocolaty concoction and then exclaim "Oh My God, I have surely put on five kilos". The chubby ones, hearing this often look in painful resignation. Just smelling the air around the chocolate would have spiked their weighing needle by half a kilo! Some chubby ones, who sometimes harbour self-images of being on the thinner side than the thick, end up vocally endorsing the skinny exclamations...and that's when the fat ones have a moment of vindictive laugh (at least to themselves - Look who's agreeing, has she seen the mirror this morning. All the lard she struggles to hide with clever clothes can be seen due to the ill-advised design of her top!)

I have stoically borne years of being nicknamed Fatso and constantly exclaimed over, for being the runt of the litter ( my pituitary gland - I learnt in Biology in school - stopped flushing the hormone needed to grow tall pretty early unlike the rest of my mother's side, including my sister who just kept growing taller and taller.) So much so, that at any family function, any round of familiarisation that routinely happens when cousins from all over gather, usually began with "Ohhh, you grew sideways while your sister grows upwards." Chubby ones, let me tell you, learn to take a lot of criticism on the chin due to early exposure to insensitive relatives, while the truly fat ones learn to be totally immune.

As I crossed my thirties, fewer people take a swipe at my weight. I have somehow gone into the in-decent shape zone. Perhaps because everyone in my age group is now struggling with weight issues due to poor work-life balance and pregnancies etc. Now the first question is about how healthy. A number of my ex-colleagues in television had developed cholesterol and high blood pressure very early in life - towards their late twenties and early thirties. So the first question as they look at you is about whether I have had a health-check recently. Cloaked in the obvious concern is I believe, the need to justify their woes. Kind of like it is not just I who developed these health scares, everyone else I know is also as miserable as I.

Though the struggle with shedding the lard has been a perpetual battle, on all the health indicators, I score a perfect ten, including BMI or the Body Mass Index which the new age gurus say is a better indicator of weight than just the actual measurements. Now I have arrived at a new mantra - staying conscientiously fit. A healthy diet and routine walks keep me in the healthy zone.

Recently, mom gifted my sister and I a weighing scale to keep us sisters in check. It is blue in colour and one that has those tiny slim lines showing the graduation of weight. Even as I write this piece, I see it sitting silently in a corner, mocking me and my efforts to lose those few extra kilos. And then I wonder, why is so much stress placed in our society over weight of women? Aishwarya Rai not shedding her post-natal weight has gathered more reams of newsprint than articles on healthy eating. Any hint of extra-flab on Vidya Balan and the Bollywood diet-gurumatas pounce on her with alacrity. All the marriage proposals that you read on paper or on matrimonial slight want slim girls or girls of a 'slim-build'.

So what do you do if you are naturally on the more-endowed side? I once remember crying to Amma that I wish I was born in her era. She used to tell me how in her day and age, looking plump was seen as a sign of coming from a well-to-do family (only they could afford food that fattened the human body or something like that I guess was the rationale)

I guess this post is a reaction to my musings after a conversation with a dear friend who messaged me saying "I am having a Fat Day". It doesn't help that its summer and those with stick figures around her were walking around wearing next to nothing. Now if it wasn't India, she could have worn clothes she wanted to wear and not worry about being mauled or ridiculed. But in our exacting society, battling the bulge too is a major uphill task. Even if you manage to kick the bulge, the tag takes far longer to shed!

(Image courtesy: crazymarathoner.blogspot.com and Minnie Pauz)

15 comments:

  1. Girl, you and me sure are kumbh mein bichide hue sisters...I swear!

    I had the SAME problems as a kid..overweight, wearing specs, nerdy, pimpled skin and what not! I used to HATE those PT weighing sessions...the thin girls would love to loudly discuss their weights, while I would be stuck in a corner with others telling me about my 'fatness' I used to cry to my mom, even when I was in college..yes yes its true!

    and the comparison...brother is taller, fairer, thinner more good looking..people use to tell my mom that her children should have been the opposite...its sad that the daughter was shorter, fatter, darker..etc etc..

    I so so loved this post and can relate to it totally..now a days I just blame the 'fatness' on R ;) Some advantage of being a mother eh?

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    1. You know the funniest part is after all these years, when old schoolmates bump into me or see my pictures, the first exclamation is "Ohhh, you look the same as you did in school..Still as gorgeous ( or something along the same lines)." Now in school, I was a registered ugly duckling..And then I laugh and say wish you had said this to me back then!! :D I do get my point through, albeit diplomatically! ;)

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  2. Thumbs up!!! Teenage years are the worst! I was teased incessantly as Pamela Anderson in an all girls school where resembling a stick insect was trendy and cool and having big boobs and ass meant being the butt (pun intended!) of all jokes! Years later, the struggle against the bulge still continues - sometimes you have SEXY days and sometimes you have FAT days. But then EVERYONE has their insecurities and challenges; I guess I'm lucky that mine revolves around a few kilos - as the famous saying goes, you can never be too rich or too thin :D

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    1. Anonymous, may you have more Sexy days than Fat...It's just about tweaking the mental-conditioner every morning and deciding, I don't care who thinks that, but I know I'm going to have a sexy day!! :)

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  3. FAT or not, you have got the one thing correct. Stay healthy! The zero fad is utter nonsense. Exercise just to stay fit and keep those high bps and sugar levels at bay. That's it.

    And its weird, in the water parks, men flaunt thier pot beelies as trophies, but women if have any type os flab, refrain from wearing a bathing suit. Why!!?? Its time people start wearing what looks good on them, and what they feel comfortable in!

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    1. I think its a very India-specific problem because any show of skin here is strictly meant for the thin and super-thins alone. Others indulging in any whim is seen as dressing obscenely to 'attract' attention! :) I think we all have grown up with strict and very definitive strictures on What's Hot and What Not! So pot bellies on men are fine, love handles on women, Ohhh No, you can't do that!!

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  4. I too dread weighing myself, Deepthy so something in common:)

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    1. Rahul, the first line of my blog remains the summary of the blog too..I think I'll take my hatred for the weighing scale to the grave..:D

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  5. The flair I can not match but the content above is ALL mine :D I am on the other side of forty and it took me all these years to feel comfortable in my skin .Feeling lucky that I do not have any major health issues,I took up running this year to keep fit.
    BTW,for all my school and college friends,I am and will always be 'ae motu':)

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    1. I see a beautiful compliment hidden in the personal narrative. I think the secret to all our woes with the mirror is growing comfortable in our skin. :) And I hope no health issues remains the biggest plus that we 'motus' flaunt to others whenever they feel its time to pick on us...:D

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  6. Jisha Kishore Kumar22 May 2012 at 14:38

    Oh my dear…I know exactly what you mean…..though I was “slim and trim” during my teenage days, am on the other side now . It was just so so difficult – nearly impossible for me to shake of those post-babies extra lard. And LOL at the “looking-plump coming from well-to-do-family” I came across the same comment a couple of years back when an elderly karanavar from my Ammamma’s tharavadu came to invite us for a family occasion…heehee…keep writing Deepthy! God Bless!!

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    1. I guess this slightly lewdish comment of 'being from a well-to-do family' if you are on the chubby side is a very Indian thing...remember how people also say you are looking 'prosperous' when you have piled on a few kilos...if only we could sell the lard and make some money!! Sigh!!

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    2. Jisha Kishore Kumar23 May 2012 at 12:25

      Haha...I would be the richest person in the world....:D:D:D...if wishes were horses....*sigh*

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    3. Sigh!! I wouldn't have to work at all! :D

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