I don’t know if it’s some kind of reverse anorexia – because I think I have really lost weight but the weighing machine shows the opposite and the clothes only get tighter.
Besides this…there are some rather queer eating disorders I have developed:
ITSFS – The Intolerance-To-Stale–Food-Syndrome: I have developed this strange aversion to anything which is cooked more than 6 -7 hours ago.
This is a very very worrisome situation looking at my current state of affairs. The punju genes do not let me cook food for only one person so there are obviously leftovers.
Then, I let the leftovers linger for sometime in the fridge (as if the food will rejuvenate sitting in there). I open the fridge with the intension of eating the leftovers and end up taking out something equally unhealthy (read coke/chocolates/bread). At last, when the food has given up and completely rots on me, I scowl at it (as if it is the fault of the food) and throw it away. (I hope UNICEF, UNESCO.. Al Gore or whoever - environmentalists don’t read my blog!)
To rectify this situation, (please bear with the language, my appraisal is in process. I need to practice not using ‘street language’) I have tried several approaches – one of them being – TPA (The Phoenix Approach) –which is creating a new meal out of a leftover meal. This can be quite a rush if my creative brain cells are working (this is rather rare)… or else I can churn up really disastrous concoctions.
Like when I mixed the left-over khichri with left over mix vegetables, I don’t know what went wrong where (maybe it was the weird mix of soy sauce in the veggies and ‘heeng’ in the khichri ). I had to throw away my dinner and make do with a Mars bar and then tossed and turned in the bed for half the night.
Did you notice, how one thing leads to another? Meaning - how intolerance to stale food led to consumption of chocolate AND insomnia?
The next is:
INHS - The I’m-Not-Hungry Syndrome: For some reason the brain and stomach send exactly contrasting signals to each other. So, on a bright morning when I feel 'let me detoxify and introduce the body to nutrition', I begin the day by telling myself- 'today’s breakfast will be a fruit bowl – minus the bananas ofcourse!'
Then, as I walk up the stairs to the cafeteria… my stomach goes…beep-beep-beep-beep at the idli-dosa counter and my feet take me to the carb-rich but sumptuous looking idlis and oil-soaked-sinfully-deep-fried vadas. After I devour them with no recollection of the morning oath, I head towards the fruit stall (as if I have some debt to pay to the fruits!) I get a fruit bowl – bananas, mangoes and everything carb and glucose!
Then, as I am eating the fruit bowl, I hear the brain hurtling abuses to the stomach. It’s torturous and I leave the fruit-bowl half finished (more wastage..! I know!)
Then, because of such a shameless overeating at breakfast, I think ‘the lunch should be light..a small sandwich should be good’.
Then, I find myself returning with an embarrassingly largish plate full of pasta salad+Russian salad (I knooooo!!) and a sort of like a ‘club sandwich’.
Its appalling.
Such a pattern continues for the whole day..(sometimes for a ‘few days’).
The worst part is that through out all of this, there is no peaceful eating…as faint alarms keeps ringing at the back of the head:
‘for criss sake, you have a high-cholestrol history
oh please not all this junk- your knees are already pleading you to lose weight
no no…u just bought a size ‘M’ top! Stop ...STOP!
And to worsen it all…(and despite all of this..) I think I am losing weight! The fact is I am losing ‘it’!
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