Scene : Morning.
Action : Get up.
Decide whether to rush to class sans breakfast or get late after having some breakfast. Because let’s face it, you are never going to have the best of both worlds. At least not I. Not in this life.
Once you miss breakfast,
all sorts of cravings start sprouting within you. Although half your mind is on
your rumbling empty tummy, it is still better to attend the class and procure some
attendance, especially when it’s a strict prof you are dealing with.
Come the first break
and you start piling on junk, starting with maggi, and moving on to eclairs, patties, hotdogs, mouth-watering samosas and what not. By lunchtime, you are full of stuff that hasn’t sated you and yet, you
are hungry.
So, my first chhote kadam towards health was…yes, having breakfast.
Although it was a Herculean decision to part with sleep, a little tweaking, a little extra prep at night (setting my bag, clothes and doing all those things I used to dutifully do while in school), a little will power (which is strangely difficult to summon at such times) allowed me to somehow create a semblance of jentacular balance.
The second effort was not
an effort for me at all. I don’t particularly like elevators, being a big fan of
open spaces. So, choosing stairs over elevators came naturally to me.
The biggest challenge
though was eating better. If there is something I can’t compromise on, it’s
delectable mouth-watering junk food.
Patience.
I discovered a little workaround. And it’s on the very lines of the above paragraph.
Eat at the mess. Even if the gravy seems full of water. Even if the chappati looks shapeless. Even if pizzas equate to heaven.
Have the mess food. Choose health more often. Reduce a lot of eating out. I know it’s easier said than done. I haven’t been able to manage it either. I am not proud to admit that. But trying does count, right?
There is something though that I
did manage. It was to have meals on time. You see, skipping is a sin.
Skip rope, not your meals.
Skip rope, not your meals.
Now we come to the king
of hearts.
:drum roll:
The Happiness Quotient. How much is yours?
:drum roll:
The Happiness Quotient. How much is yours?
You know people have ample
stuff to say about happiness. They talk about it, discuss it and search for it
everywhere. But happiness is not a shirt button that has rolled under the bed. This
is something I remember reading a long time ago.
Happiness is really being
okay with everything. Those tales of it being a state of being are actually
true. You know the oil drops theory, right? Take care of the drops of oil while
touring the mansion. To make it clear, just chill. Whatever happens, all is
well. It will always be. Or at least that’s my mantra.
And if you wish to make your
heart go on and on, just like that famous Titanic song, then you must must must find your own
ways to revamp your lifestyle.
If I can find these teeny tiny ways, you, my genius friend, can surely come up with better ideas and ways of being active, healthy and happy.
If I can find these teeny tiny ways, you, my genius friend, can surely come up with better ideas and ways of being active, healthy and happy.
Dear heart, keep beating on...
~I am
joining the Saffolalife #ChhoteKadam initiative in association with BlogAdda and follow these small steps for
a healthy heart.~
5 comments:
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Very interesting blog. A lot of blogs I see these days don't really provide anything that attract others, but I'm most definitely interested in this one. Just thought that I would post and let you know.
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