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Diwali sans the sweetness

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I surprised myself! This was the first Diwali of my life that I did not eat sweets. Seems like the brat is growing up F.I.N.A.L.L.Y!

I never was figure conscious – let me correct that. Sure I was figure conscious but I am a lazy bum. It seemed to me that there was a hell of a lot of work involved in being slim, and it really wasn’t worth the effort. And I happily coasted through youth looking nice thanks to good genetics, a smile and my million dollars worth of an attitude.

Whadduknow, it worked.

Now I am on low carb, no sweets diet. It surprises me. There is no pain, no sense of deprivation! Have I finally grown up? Or being diagnosed diabetic has scared the shit out of me?

Would have been slim and svelte had this level of maturity hit me when I was young!

Imagine how saintly I am feeling – I DID NOT EAT SWEETS, NOT EVEN A MORSEL OF CHOCOLATE PASSED MY LIPS THIS DIWALI

Can you see the halo around my head people?

I have become a saint!

And how was your Diwali?

So what have I been up to?

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Sorry guys, not been blogging for some time, was not in a happy place – am still trying to say AAL IS WELL! but my brain is way to smart.  It just replies in a cheeky and irreverent way Ghanta all is well!

Sigh!  Kya karen, brain hai ki maanta nahin.

Thing is that I have been diagnosed as diabetic.  I know, its no big deal, just requires management of food.   I have lived fifty years in a deep warm loving relationship with carbs and rich Punjabi food. …. Hey 50 years is not a bad innings so to say.  Sadly, now I have to divorce bhaturey, basmati rice and aloo paranthas if I wanna see my sixties and seventies.  So I have been feeling glum.  For a person who is a foodie, this is a big huge deal.

Stop ROFLing Kid#1  You told me to write a blog post!  And yes I am a drama queen I revel in being so!

Here’s a pome – a pome on aging that I wrote while I was bidding goodbye to all the peanut butter and lemon tarts in the world

In my Fifties

When did I end up getting old?

I never signed up for this

I haven’t done all I want to do

I haven’t learnt how to fish

My hair owes more to L’Oreal

Than the cash I owe the bank

Jog I can’t, I can barely amble

My happy has turned to crank

I forget the faces I know I’ve met

Their names just don’t come to me

After every meal, I need to rest

Otherwise I get really bitchy

In my mind’s eye I am two and oh

And my heart, it’s merely thirteen

But this stupid body has grown old

My spirit it tries vainly to demean

Two out of three ain’t that bad

Mind and heart you make me glad

And I can still sing, dance a light step

Aging ain’t bad if one is full of pep