Get fit to 40 – 24 months to go


I just turned 38. I thought I would freak out. I wanted to freak out. The drama would be enough to demand a change, my mind rationalized. But I didn’t.  Thirty-eight seemed more mid-life than young anymore suddenly. It became clearer to me, than ever before, that trying to get fit and staying that way had to become my way of life. Not a temporary, short term goal.

My 30’s was a great decade. I changed a lot of things about myself – some I had to and some I wanted to. And I like the person I am today. I hope my forties will help me refine that person further.

In the last 2 years I have been wont for inspiration. Nothing seems to challenge me. What does, I ignore. It’s been a new life for me. One I took longer to accept and assimilate into. In the last few weeks I have felt that proverbial pull. Something inside me pulling at leaving my insides, and becoming something on the outside. It’s still taking form and am determined to be that vessel to creativity. But, in the meanwhile, I also realized that I wanted to get better – in health, in wealth, in creative output, in just a state of being.

I want to move out of existing and find a way to get to living my life the way I want to envision. Trying something new. To jog my motivation. Get me moving – physically, metaphorically, in any way possible. To document. To make me accountable. To nobody but the big, bad Internet.

I have quite a few hurdles to overcome.

I am a diabetic with sugar that refuses to stay in range (Wait! That completely absolves me). Let me rephrase that.  I am a diabetic with uncontrolled high sugar. I weight over 190 pounds. These are the physical manifestations of my unhappiness.

Then there is that somewhat toxic relationship with food . I say somewhat (in order to be completely honest) because while there are days when I still hoard food and eat secretly,  there are days when I am good eater. There are still days when am not completely honest about what I consume, in the apps meant to record such information. But there are also days when I crave good food like a delicious protein smoothie or the lovely oat blueberry muffins posted here. Crunch is my friend. Fiber is my friend. Sugar is a long lost acquaintance who I am not ready to become friends with again. But, in the spirit of reducing toxicity, I do not want to call sugar my enemy.

Let the journey begin!

Blueberry Oats Low Sugar* Muffins


Makes 15
1 cup whole wheat flour
1 cup rolled oats 
1/2 cup maple syrup
3/4 raw sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla essence
1/4 tsp salt
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 cup sour cream
1.5 cups fresh blueberries
Mix all wet ingredients, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, vanilla and salt. 
Add the flours. Mix till combined. 
Gently fold in the blueberries. 
Bake in a preheated 350 F over for about 20-22 minutes.

Adapted from this recipe.

* Low sugar is based only on taste and not verified nutritionally.


Kale Chips

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It’s been a long time since I felt like writing about food. It was always something or the other. But recently I moved countries, and as a result, got access to all ingredients I only read about. Kale. Rhubarb. Beautiful baking equipment. Great spinach. Amazing berries. All round the corner.

Today I made kale chips. Nothing great as far as techniques go or even cooking goes. But it was one of the most satisfying things I have made in years.

Other than its amazing crunch I was amazed at how little filled me up!


Fresh needs a bite

ImageThere was a day when I would read about people salivating over salads and I would wonder was that even possible or were they just faking it? That was then. 

Now there are days that send me into ecstatic rapture when I get the combination right. That too accidentally. This combination was one such.

1 packet roquette lettuce

1 small packet sunflower microgreen

3 tomatoes

dressing: olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt, sugar 

Cut or tear the raw ingredients. Mix the dressing and dress salad just before eating. 


Mayonnaise, the eggless way

Most people who know me offline too know how much I hate traffic. Traffic in Mumbai is one of the most talked about things after the rains, especially in this rainy, wet season. So traffic. Then other woes like auto rickshaws or auto rickshaws in Andheri east. But no, I won’t digress.

But there remains a special evening and a special auto ride back home, when I shared a rick with a fellow stranded and just as frustrated commuter.  She was a really young girl who worked at a five-star hotel close to my office. Now I know she was really young because she insisted I was closer to her mother in age. Hmmph. It was a miracle I didn’t push her out or leave her stranded on the pavement.

As much as these comment alternatively made me laugh and made me want to strangle her, her occupation with her occupation puzzled me the most. As young people are wont, she kept blubbering out details of her life, largely unasked. I guess kindness in Andheri east can do that to you. She was a trainee in the kitchen at the hotel. The one thing that the hotel industry did do for her is kill all the tasty dishes for her.

“Chocolate mousse has uncooked egg whites,” she exclaimed in horror. “Did you know?” Yes I nodded. “Mayonnaise?! It has raw egg too.” I nodded there too. She looked sad and bereft, feeling the keen weight of her taste memory being destroyed. I never forgot her or her expressions.

I, of course never gave up eating either for the raw egg factor. But today when I saw this Mark Bittman recipe, the first person I remembered was her.

Seeking definition

I had started this blog to chronicle many different things. My  discovery of new foods and new cooking techniques. My ability to make healthy food tasty and so on. Somewhere along the way, like in my personal life, this blog also stumbled and came to a standstill. I am going to try to remedy that because I am not yet ready to give up on my food dream.

Off late, I have been reading many blogs about health where some have documented their weight loss processes, some have documented all that was done to change and recover from body image issues and others talk about eating well and still not depriving yourself. Not only are their posts usually exciting and insightful (and to me, sometimes, slightly voyeuristic) but also posts I look forward to. They often list their meals and that can be quite revelatory.

So I am going to try to give it a shot. Any tips on making roti-sabzi look attractive in pictures?