To Rice or not Rice
Old age creeps in slowly and surely and all of us are on a cusp where we start getting our tests done and figuring out what is going wrong where and how to fix it . All the blood test start to come out wrong and one starts googling symptoms and finding out the right food and diet to take .
This just happened with me after delaying my tests for a long time and then everything came out in the red with levels hay wire . I started frantic googling to correct myself and I was sure I could do it all . Because anyways I am Houdini and wear so many hats like a mother ,grandmother mother in law,sister,wife ,friend , daughter and had forgotten who the real Ravneet was ..it was decided with a vengeance and a lot of self control that my favorite rice, cheese and chocolate and coffee would go.
It was so easy I could just eat ragi roti and my besan cheelas and cut down on bread , up my protein intake and well life would be balanced once again . Trust me from my two rotis , I went to one and half and then none. It was as if I was eating cement and my body just craved the simple no fuss , fancy free rice that would just go with everything and smoothly food would be perfect . Every bit of joy and happiness was sucked out just like the Dementors and I couldn’t even eat the chocolate to control the sadness. Any ounce of happiness that I got from happiness was going and the salad portions meant I was becoming a cow/ goat ; whoever said that eating grass never made you thin was absolutely right .
It kept on spiralling and actual weight loss was happening just becauseI stopped eating ! Instagram and its algorithms kept on sending me rice substitutes and along with this rice masks to make me look younger and have Korean glass skin sitting in the middle of Punjab.Then it went a step further , use fermented rice water to grow my hair .
Was it actually spying on me ? Was it playing on my insecurities so much ? We have forgotten in our lives to be normal , everything is hyped up so much , creeping into our complexities , and our weaknesses . Slowly and slowly this bombardment on our subconscious plays on us and we are motivated to buy one of those masks to look fairer , whiter and to be spot less . Even with our blood tests even if one is borderline just like me , I went into combat mode losing out all my happiness which could have been done by moderation ; but no I went into complete war mode .
It’s more expensive to follow a diet that makes you lose weight and fixes you , than having a normal one just like in the old days . The key was to move and exercise but what to do the rice mask kept on falling and dripping and the fermented rice spray was just too smelly in this heat
In hindsight it’s better to eat in moderation with the rice and cheese and my butter ! I think my Punjabi genes went into regression and it was rice all the way to rise .
