I had a full body check up done on Saturday after I developed yet another exotic disease. This one is called episcleritis. It basically means my eye hurts because my back hurts. Yeah, I thought it sounds weird too. So anyways, Mom freaked out and I had to get the check-up done.
In case you have never had a full body check-up done and have no clue what it feels like, let me give you a clue. You basically try to run around from one department to the other all day. It was fine and I even went along with a 'dental' exam till I saw the last stop on my checklist...
'The Dietitian'.
That's not even a valid department I protested but I was shoved in anyways. And I guess I made her day. It is for people like me she gets paid her salary. She started by saying that I am obese.
Obese!
30 kgs over-weight!
WTF! 30! Yes, she said. Your system looks fine but soon you will have sugar, thyroid and pressure problems. I gulped. I could see KFC zingers and Azad Hind biriyanis slipping away from me. Her alarmist propaganda continued. And I sat in horror as she spelt out in crude details what my life was going to become.
She started spelling out my 'daily calorie intake' and my 'ideal diet'. I swear I have never felt so physically ill in my life as I did at that moment. I thought I would bury my face in my hands and cry. But she wouldn't stop. She handed me a 'vanilla flavoured' diet mix and a handout with 'foods to avoid' and 'foods to eat'.
Let me summarise the leaflet by the two pictures on each page. The first was a plate of pastries, chocolates, burgers, fries and meat. The second was grass on plate. I felt something die inside me. Nothing made sense anymore and I just shut the world out. She kept talking but I couldn't hear the words.
Finally the ordeal ended and I walked out of the horrible, horrible place. I went straight for a confectionery store and dug into two scrumptious chocolate pastries.
Then I smiled for the first time on that horrible day.
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5 comments:
Brother, run now! Let not the dietitian get you.
Seriously, eat all you like but work out and you should be fine. :)
Tell that to my mother, she's been feeding me dry brown bread and a vanilla-flavoured, diet mix!
Iam dying... slowly :P
hehaaa!!! there goes the pizza out of ur window u glutton!!!!!
lol, 30 kilos over-weight?! seems impossible, are you very tall?
Better start exercising before you turn into those obese Americans who can't walk out of a door....
and you've been tagged :)
Your misery sure gave us a few laughs! :)
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