I'll be partying again in 2014, and binging on chocolates, cakes, dry fruits and sweets. Dussehra to Diwali, Eid to Gurpurb, and Christmas to New Year, the Humpty Dumpty in me is out, all the yummy treats stored inside me as flab.
Three years ago around New Year, I overindulged in the festive spirit.
Within a week, my dress was tight. I asked mom: "Has it shrunk?" "You have increased," she said. "But I didn't eat the entire plates. So many lean girls also eat; God, why me? I am a fat chick now," thoughts ran into my mind.
I rang up a friend, a fitness junkie, and she took me to her gymnasium. "Gym? In winter? They'll make me diet and run.
Oh, you poor lazy bum," said my inner voice.
The gym was the opposite, a world of fitness, motivating ambience, cardio and training machines, pep-up music, and trainers on job. Even the fittest people, even aunties and uncles were working out, not to develop abs or biceps but for the love of staying in shape.
The music was Afro jazz and aerobics the routine. Some of the participants were bumping into the nearest partners (intentionally too), to say sorry, smile and start a conversation.
I joined the hopping-popping group of adults almost turning into children with the relieving of stress, tension and worries.
I gave my height, weight, and medical history to the trainer, who made me run and lift bars; and explained how to use the training equipment.
After a week of observing my stamina, he gave me a schedule. "I can't ditch my favourite food," I said, reading the chart. He laughed and said: "You don't have to. You are free to cheat once a week. Eat what you like but less frequently."
If I worked out in the morning, I stayed fresh the entire day, and if I exercised in the evening, I forgot my day's worries. For best results, work with trainers. Fitness is the new religion, though to a few, it's a status symbol also.
In the gym as well, there are women buddies who share recipes, shopping tips, and kitty gossip, and men to discuss cricket and the Sensex. Trainers work the hardest, to keep people on track, and work all over again on members who return fatter from holidays.
The gym crowd has goals, too: boys want abs and girls wish for size zero. I shed the weight in three months but kept my membership of the fitness centre. It's my new stress buster, place where I made new friends. On New Year's Eve in 2010, I was addicted to food.
Now I am obsessed with fitness. Coming New Year, I would die to eat but my resolution remains to stay fit to live.