Thursday, October 21, 2010

The Shame Stick

Ok I know it's become a monthly blog now but I promise I'm gonna try to keep up and post more. Somehow I've run out of things to say but then again... that's impossible!

I recently saw an old episode of 'According to Jim', where Jim's brother in law, Andy, eats shame sticks to get over his ex girlfriend. Urbandictionary.com describes the shame stick as, "a peice of butter on a stick rolled in sugar. Usually eaten by fat over sized depressed losers."

I have eaten when I was depressed but I haven't come to a point where I'm going to reach for a shame stick. I do like butter and sugar separetly but together, if it's not mixed with flour and chocolate chips to make cookies, I'm really not interested.

I've often wondered why people reach for food when depression sinks in. There is a satisfying comfort in digging into a pint of ice cream or polishing off a cheesecake but you can't permanently get rid of depression by pigging out. That leads to weight gain and then you're depressed again. It's a vicious cycle.

I have seen many fat people on TV talk shows saying, "I don't know how I got fat!" Um hello... you were there when you reached for that piece of fried chicken smothered in bacon and cheese in between! (WTF was KFC thinking when it came up with this?? It's a shame-wich. lol I love fried chicken, cheese and the heavenly goodness that is bacon, but this is stretching it a bit too much!)



The point is that many of us fat people make a lot of excuses about being over weight/obese.

There was a time when I would tell people a long story about how when I was younger I had menstrual problems so I went to various doctors and they gave me hundreds of pills and I bloated because of that. Sure some pills I was given did make me pile on the pounds but I said "enough!" and stopped those pills. The weight gain didn't stop. So who's at fault here? The doctors? My hormonal body? The pills? You can't blame anyone for your weight gain or loss except yourself. I'm saying loss here because there are a lot of people who are obsessed with being skinny and become anorexic. I really can't stand it when thin people think that they are fat. It not only makes you feel sorry for them... and sometimes makes you look like some giant freak. hahaha

I've mentioned this before in my previous posts when strangers ask me how I got fat, I just say, "Because I like to eat!" It shuts them up for a while but then they start preaching again. I give them their moment in the sun because I know I won't see them again. At least I hope not!

Mindspill:

Chocolate is not love. Unless it's on Johnny Depp. ;)

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Missed a couple of trains?

Yes I know this has gone from a weekly to monthly blog. But just when I think I've run out of juice, something comes up and I thank God that this is not going to be another dead blog for me. Of course I have also been working on another project. I'll reveal it when I feel I'm ready to unleash that to the world. I'm in the research and development stage of the project right now. But I promise it's going to be good because I am having fun right now getting it ready for the world to see!

I was chillin' with a friend the other day and of course we ended up talking about men. We crossed a topic about "the one the got away" and yes I do have this huge regret in my life about letting that one get away. Actually it's two that got away but I care less about the other one... he was just a thought of mine that came into my head on a lazy Friday afternoon... one of those "what if" moments but before I could say anything, it was too late. But it didn't really let it get to me because I didn't like the guy that much to regret anything.

Now this other one... he was such a great guy but I never looked at him that way. I honestly was interested in someone else. But the more I got to know him, I realized that we had such great chemistry together and had so many things in common. I did get a bit scared when he dropped very subtle hints but he didn't have the balls to be upfront about it and asked me out or anything. Then I was just thinking about us as a couple and it seemed to fit and it felt right. So when I finally decided to make my move, it was too late!!!

So the lesson here children, is that please let people know you like them and want to be more than friends. What's the worse that could happen? Rejection? Believe me, the pain you feel when that one gets away is worse than having someone shove a stick up your nose, swirl it around in your head and pull your brains out through your nostrils. (So help me! I watched a re-run of NatGeo's Mummy Road Show online). Now if I like someone I just tell them. I make sure I clear the fact that this won't affect our friendship. If the person starts to behave weirdly around you after you tell them your feelings, then that's not a good friend now is it?

Which brings me to my point... just because that one got away, it does not mean you should compromise and setlle down just because you have to. A friend of mine missed "the one" and got married to a total stranger last year just to get over that guy.

Never settle for anything less in life. Even if you want to compromise, make sure the person is not a total jerk and that you actually like them.

Mindspill:

So you missed a train... wait for the next one, it might take you to a better destination!

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Drop the soap you healthy person!


I know it's been a long time since I've written. I hit a wall but I'm back on track. And here I want to be a writer! Yeesh! How are my minions doing? Did y'all miss me? I'm sitting here at home on another dull and boring Saturday. Honestly, when you're unemployed, it doesn't make a difference whether it's the weekend or not. In fact I dread weekends because the day seems twice as boring.

My lovely mother has become a bit anti-social and she prefers the company of the characters on the daily soaps than mine.

Speaking of characters on soaps, especially the women... these Indian girls are so beautiful but they always have a permanent expression of depression on their face. A person can explode with so much emotional trauma and can end up in a straight jacket in a padded room singing "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts!"

Each show starts with the problem of marrying off the girl. Seriously... we are living in the 21st century now, Indian women have a lot more on their minds than marriage. And yes... we think about SEX too! *gasp* I said the S word! Check out the population of our country people, someone's doin' it right now!!

And why aren't there more shows with fat actors? Why do all guys have to look all chiseled with six packs? The new age Ramayan that came out two years ago, had Hunuman and Shri Ram with perfect washboard abs. And the girl in the soaps... always innocent, doe eyed and delicate and yes "the vamp" is always shown slutty. Have we forgotten Phoolan Devi? She didn't need to wear an open backed sari or a giant bindi with heavy make-up to be a badass bitch! The fat actor is mostly used as a comic relief. Fat people are not always jolly. Even Santa Claus can get pissed off... especially if you yank off his beard! (I speak from personal experience hahaha)

I am so glad that we had a show like Mahi Way. It was the story of every fat girl. I hope more fat actors (guys included) will get a chance to be the main lead in a story.

Anyways... I was having a conversation with someone the other day and they kept saying the word "healthy" when talking about fat/overweight people. Now from what angel do we fat people look healthy? Seriously... we have heart palpitations, we can't run fast, we have f-ed up eating habits... how can you call that healthy? I know you don't want to offend anyone but we know you mean fat when you say healthy.

Fat people are sensitive when we are ridiculed about our weight but in a general non-offensive conversation why does it seem offensive when someone says fat? As a fat person I know and accept that I am fat, large, big, huge so why say "healthy" just to be polite? Fat people out there should not feel offended if someone calls them fat in a non-offensive way. It's a fact. Look in the mirror... that's all you... all 200 pounds of you!

The main reason fat people are sensitive because since childhood they've been ridiculed by society and by their own family and friends. Hell a friend from my meek sensitive days actually told me, "Oh Farah, what guy will like you. You're so fat!" That hurt to the core. Mostly because of the jeering tone she had used and there were other people there too. Anyway it's all gone in the past now, but just so you know dear friend... guys do like me. I don't have to rely solely on looks or keep my shop open 24/7 to land a man! So fatties... the next time someone tells you that you are fat, tell them thank you... yes I am F(antastic)A(nd)T(errific)!

Mindspill:

Looks will eventually fade but it will be the personality in your golden years that will still make you attractive!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Wanted: Parsi groom for wonderfully weird fat girl, must be breathing!

As you can see I have my blog up and running again. I hope you guys are having fun reading Fat Girl Follies because I love reading all your comments.

So the last time I mentioned matrimonial websites. I'm 27 years old and single. Happy about it! But the family, oh boy the family!!! My grandma: "My dear... come on get married. I want to be a great grandmother! I had three kids by the time I was your age!" I nod, smile and give her a kiss on the forehead. My aunts have given up because I create a ruckus if they bring up some guy for me to check out. After the last time I got a proposal through family, I was totally upset (remember I told you guys about the proposal from the much older guy a few blogs back?). So before they say anything I just tell them to drop it!!!

Now let's look at another specimen of humanity... The Aunty-ji! Now they are not related to you but are family friends or friends of friends.... of friends. You see them mostly at weddings... they will be the ones looking at you from top to bottom, see how you talk, comment on how you've grown... and by grown they are NOT talking about your height if you are a girl!! All that data is registered in their memory. Now when they go to another wedding and see a single guy, out comes the database and they think that girl from last week's wedding, is a perfect match. She then contacts both parties and then the parents talk to their children... they might not be so keen on the idea, awkwardly meet each other, talk... if they like each other, they get married and an angel gets it's wings!!! If the guy rejects the girl then there's something wrong with her. If the girl rejects the guy... oh blasphemy! And an angel is shoved into the pits of hell!!!

I know an aunty-ji and she kept telling my mom... "Oh just settle Farah... get her married!" and suggested this guy who was... a Dastur (Parsi priest)!!! My mom stopped her right there because she knows a. I really can't stand that particular aunty-ji and would never trust her choice! b. No way in hell I would marry a regularly practicing priest. Besides my mom's sister in law goes to the temple he prays at and says he's a lazy piece of ass and is a total mama's boy!

Now before anyone could continue that proposal saga... I thought I would check out a few matrimonial websites and see what's out there. I registered on two popular Indian matrimony websites looking for Parsi boys. And boy did I find some samples on that!!! Remember Mr. Vegan from the last post, who after all that ethical lecture asked me what I was wearing?

I have noticed a lot of the guys I met from those websites always asking personal questions in the first online chat. And by personal I don't mean if I've ever had a boyfriend before but personal like "will you have sex with me before our wedding night?". Seriously where do these guys come from? They're pretty good looking, they look well groomed, they wear smart clothes, their profiles are interesting and they have impressive jobs. These guys claim to be accountants, marketing managers, senior executives and this is what they ask? After Mr. Vegan I just got so disgusted, I took down both profiles.

So now I'm leaving my future to Paul the Octopus, since he so cleverly predicts the outcome of football matches.

Mindspill:

Marriages are made in heaven and by Aunty-jis and to a certain extent, Paul the Octopus!



Monday, July 5, 2010

Updated!

Greetings minions! I have updated the blog with all the Fat Girl Follies. 10 weeks and running! Wooo! hahahaha Hopefully I'll be posting once a week or whenever I feel a mindspill coming on at any time of the day! Cheers and happy reading! :) Please don't forget to comment! :)

Warning: Beware of Vegetarians!


Monday morning! Being unemployed I sleep late and wake up by 10 am usually but today somehow I was up by 6:30. I lolled in bed till 8 and finally managed to crawl out from under the blanket. I am not a morning person. When I was working in Dubai I used to wake up everyday at 4:30 am why? Because to go to that end of the world, I had to catch a bus at 5:30. With the traffic and all, I just had to leave at that time and sometimes I wouldn't even reach by 8:30. Then again at 7 I had to catch the bus to come home to Sharjah and by the time I reached my doorstep it was 9 pm. And by the time I got to bed it would be 11:30 and actually got to sleep would be 12:30. So yours truly was running on 4 hours of sleep every night and lots and lots of coffee! Even now I woke up 3 hours ago and I'm on my 4th cup of coffee. (Thank you Dez for the coffee maker!)

Ahhh vegetarians... boy do they make you feel guilty about eating meat! I love meat! Chicken, beef, seafood, turkey, mutton, pork (ohhhhhhh bacon *Homer Simpson drool*), bat, hell give me a comodo dragon, I'll eat it. Ok maybe not and no I have not switched personalities with Ozzy Osbourne, so I won't be biting off a bat's head in this lifetime!

So, I was having a chat with this dude I met online and he turned out to be the baap (um... best described as big daddy) of all vegetarians. He was a vegan. A vegan is someone who doesn't just gives up meat but gives up any kind of animal product like honey, milk from cow, goat etc, wool. Now I have nothing against vegans or vegetarians but I hate it when they get preachy. This guy was telling me stuff like how I am a savage since I eat meat. According to him an animal's milk is only for it's offspring and not for human consumption. His exact words were, "How would you feel if your breast milk was packaged and sold to the general public?" Doesn't he paint a pretty picture? And after all that preaching, he asked me, "So... what are you wearing?" He now lies in the deleted spaces of the internet and I have taken down my profile from "parsimatrimony.com". I have given up on the bawas (Parsi guys) on that website. (But that's another story for next time)

Getting back to vegetarians... I have come across a group of people who call themselves vegetarians but they still eat fish. Um excuse me but since when was fish a fruit or a vegetable? To quote a song from a Sharukh Khan movie, "Ped se tod le machliyaan" which translates to "pick a fish from a tree"... yeah that song's a little insane. Infact the song title is "I am insane" lolz. Love it and love SRK!

Back to the point. So do fish grow on trees or do you pull them from the ground? Sorry boss... you can't call yourself a vegetarian if you eat fish. Because fish are very much living, breathing beings that feel pain too. In fact they have the worse death ever!! Imagine... you're swimming around minding your own business and suddenly you see a tasty treat dangling in front of you. You take a bite and OMG a hook's in your mouth. You're struggling to get free but the hook just gets in deeper and you're pulled upwards to the surface where you then flop around gasping for air till a big mallet hits on the head and you die! I paint a pretty good picture too, don't I? At least with most land animals it's one chop and bam... instant farm heaven! (I am so picturing cows and chickens floating on clouds with Angel wings, halos, playing the harp)

Come to think of it even plants are living things. Just because they don't bleed when you rip them off from their roots or trees, doesn't make them less alive. So should we give all that up and start eating gravel, rocks and sand? Doesn't make any sense, right? Chocolate mud pie would have a whole new meaning after this!

So a request to all vegetarians... you guys are wonderful people who are not eating animals and I commend you for that. I really do. I even tried to give up meat once but it just didn't work. I was a vegan for two weeks on a doctor's orders because of an allergic reaction from something. But please don't get preachy and holy than thou with us meat eaters. You don't see an antelope tell a lion to give up meat right? It's a circle of life. We eat the meat and when we die we become the grass or bird food. (Bawas and Bawis... you know what I'm talkin' about. Aavi jaao, chaapi jaao lolz)

Plus if you really want to pick on people who do harm to animals, pick on those who wear fur, treat their pets miserably, circus owners that keep wild animals like big cats and elephants and make them do tricks at the crack of a whip and even people with race horses. The horse is shot if it can't race anymore. Same goes for greyhounds who are bred for dog races. They are put to sleep if they lose 3 or 4 races. Then there are those who love to meddle with mama nature and breed hybrid creatures like ligers (male lion + female tiger). And if you want to be really shocked, go on down to Tijuana, Mexico and check out the Donkey Show. Trust me... after that trip, you will spare us meat eaters!

Mindspill:

I love all of God's animals. Espeically with gravy and mashed potatoes on the side!

Explosion of the clock!!


Hello dahlings? Eww no.. that's sooo la dee da! I'll stick to minions! So helloooo minions! How's everyone doing today? Yes I'm a bit late on the note but I sort of lost my writing mojo on Thursday. I think it's all that Family Guy I've been watching last week. Some Peter Griffin-isms probably rubbed off on me for a bit. I do like that show though. It's hilarious!

Anyways... once or twice a year I get these overwhelming feelings and I'm sure a lot of women have experienced the same thing. I'm talking about when the biological clock goes off. It's when you get these maternal urges after spending time taking care of kids or seeing a friend's new baby's pictures (Congrats again Mel! She's gorgeous!).

Now my biological clock doesn't just go off... it explodes. I sooo want to be a mommy and I can't wait to have a brood of my own. Depending on my situation in the future, I want three kids but hey... I'll be happy with just one little munchkin. Or I might just adopt two kids.

I can just imagine my kids... they're gonna be so damn hyper like me. My parents had dreams of me becoming a doctor or a scientist but I'm going to let them be what they want to be but of course I'll have those ROCKSTAR and artist dreams for them. Teach them the history of good music. Make sure they watch quality television and not creepy garbage like Sponge Bob Square Pants or the Teletubbies. I'll make them watch old fashioned cartoons where a mouse drops an anvil on a cat or a cyote trying to blow up a bird or a bald guy chasing a duck and a wabbit! And the best learning program that ever was... Sesame Street!!! (Chari... absolutely NO HELLO KITTY!)

There are times when I think... what if I don't end up getting married... should I really consider getting it done scientifically? Get a man in a cup? Because to have a kid I just need some good swimmers. I had a very funny conversation with my friend Sara the other day...

Me: My biological clock exploded Sara.
Sara: Just get pregnant, Farah! Make me an auntie!!
Me: I need a man first... or maybe some of his swimmers. (And if I don't want disapproving looks from people... probably a marriage certificate)
Sara: Get Adam and his swimmers!
Farah: Eh? Who the heck is Adam? (and I'm thinking of an Adam who reminds me of Elmer Fudd with hair!)
Sara: No no... that one who keeps tellin' ya..."Madam.. I am your Adam!"

Yeah I sorta burst out laughing after that.

It's not funny?? Oh well... I guess you just had to be there!

No matter where my man is from or where I am in this world... I'll make sure my kids don't forget their Indian roots. Every Wednesday will be Bollywood appreciation night! lolz I'd sooner stick a fork in my eye if my kids say something like, "Bollywood sucks. They're just dancing around trees!"

I know there will be a lot of moments where they will give me a hard time and I will say stuff like,

"Fergus, sit down and finish your homework, young man!"
"Optimus, take that finger out of your nose!"
"Voldemort... did you poop your pants again?"
"I don't care if the other girls have cell phones Farah Jr., you're just 7!"
"You're not getting any dessert until you finish those vegetables, Jack Sparrow!" (I wonder if he'll answer back like... "Captain Jack Sparrow, if you don't mind!)
"Asht, stop watching Family Guy... your impression of Stewie wanting to take over the world is really starting to worry me!"

But hey if my parents could do a pretty ok job with me, like their parents did a great job with them, I think I might pass my kids up as decent members of humanity! For now... I'm putting the biological clock on snooze again!

PS: Those names I mentioned... are not what I've picked for my children. I might consider Farah Jr. though.

Mindspill:

"Be nice to your kids. They will be the ones to pick your retirement home!"

I'm really flattered, but I'd make a terrible girlfriend!

Hello my lovely minions! How's everyone doing?

So this week I want to share a couple of experiences I've had when it comes to romance. Women... adore me. I have been hit on by women more than men. Apparently I give off some lesbian vibe. Either that or they think that just because I'm fat and I don't have a man next to me, I'm probably gay. Another stereotype! The first time a woman hit on me was in the ladies room of a club. She was this old, white lady who put her arm around waist, rubbed my butt and said.. "Well, you're thick and nice!" (when I see you guys remind me to do the accent... it's sooo funny) Sure she was drunk out of her mind but yeah the butt rubbing really freaked me out.

The second incident, was I was in the ladies room of a club (do you guys sense a pattern here? lolz) and this chick was like, "Hi... you're really cute. Are you partying at Mirchi?" And I was like "Thanks but no I was at Times and I'm heading home now." And she was like, "Aww that's too bad. Maybe I'll see you around." And I was like, "Sure. Bye now." I wasn't freaked out and she wasn't drunk. I didn't really pay much attention to it. The next week I was at the same place and she saw me and was like, "Hey remember we met in the bathroom last week?" And I was like, "Yeah hey, how are you?" And again she said, "Oh you really are sooo cute. Can I kiss you?" There was an awkward pause but then I was like, "Girl, I'm flattered and you are pretty but I don't swing that way. Plus I'd make a terrible girlfriend." And she looks at me and is like, "Oh no... no no! I'm not like that. I-I mean... you're cute and you have great skin and you remind me of my mom!" Yeah I just wanted to dig a hole right there and crawl into it. Honestly, at that point I'd rather be mistaken for a lesbian lolz. Dear Lord... do I really look that old? Of course I felt that mom comment was just to get back at me for not kissing her. Women are like that. Straight or gay... we get catty/bitchy when we don't get what we want. hahaha God bless the men who put up with us!

Now, speaking of homosexuality... I'm not gay. If I was... I'd be loud and proud! Like I'm loud and proud about me being fat. I really don't see what the big deal is. So your daughter likes boobs and your son likes dongs. They can't help it if they're gay. People have accepted interracial relationships but are still iffy about same sex marriages. Grow up. The world is changing. Being gay is not just about sex. They deal with the same issues everyone does in a relationship. I love watching Queer as Folk. I learned so much about the gay lifestyle. Plus, that Brian Kinney is soooooooooooooo hot and I absolutely adore Emmet. I wish I had a gay friend like Emmett.

So my lovelies... yeah I won't be talking just about my weight issues. It might get stale after sometime.

Mindspill of the week:

"If you ask me, nobody makes a better woman than a gay man." Emmett, Queer as Folk

I'll have a Diet Coke, please! WTF?


I've come across many people who love to eat but there is that one group of people who I call the Diet Cokers or DC. They are the people who order a quarter pounder with extra cheese, bacon, large fries and an apple pie and then wash all that down with a diet Coke/Pepsi/7 Up/Fanta etc. Can anyone please tell me what's the point? You've already damaged your body with that extra cheese (not to mention clogged your colon) so how is ordering that sugar free diet Coke going to help? I mean there's starch and carbs in the bread and potatoes and don't forget that apple pie which has all that sugary goodness. (Ohhhh baby)

Alright those of you who don't eat a lot junk food, it makes sense if you opt for a diet coke. Ok so the others, you like the taste of Diet Coke... fine. Quite frankly most sugar free sodas taste like cardboard piss and somehow I find them sweeter than their original versions. But the DCs... I see them having their drinks... JD, Vodka, Bacardi with regular Coke. Not Diet Coke mind you. But when ordering a meal at McDonalds, KFC or Hardees, do they go through some kind of guilt trip by eating the food, that they think by having a Diet Coke might help the abominable sin that they've commited by going there? Do they think that the person behind the counter is a Padre in disguise, when they realize ordering all that food will mess up their system and the cure is a Hail Mary disguised as Diet Coke?? I have a lot of friends who do that though. It's really funny. Hell, on my cheat days I order the whole chuck wagon. I'll only drink Diet sodas if there is not other choice.

McDonalds actually has good apple juice so I usually opt for that when I get my Happy Meal (yes I love the HM... I'm currently collecting Shrek 4 action figures from them lolz) because quite honestly the fountain drinks are always usually flat. I do love a good Pepsi and my fav. is Thumbs Up. Nothing like an ice cold Thumbs Up on a hot day.

And then there those holier than thou eaters who eat a heavy meal including extra cheese, butter and meat and say stuff like... "OMG *munch munch* this food is sooo heavy *munch munch*... 20 extra minutes on the treadmill tomorrow." I feel like slapping them and saying, "Oh shut up you little bitch. You're killing my food buzz!"

I once popped a sugar cube in my mouth and a good friend of mine sarcastically said, "Oh that's healthy!". Of course I replied back. "Sweetie... we just inhaled a 4 cheese pasta dish. Don't tell me what's healthy and what's not!" Seriously... it's not like I picked a handful and munched them like they were peanuts. (You know who you are... you're a DC but I still love you! lolz)

So today's Mindspill goes out to all my Diet Coker friends...

If you think you're doing something wrong... DO IT RIGHT and order a regular Coke! You've already upsized the meal.

Falling off the wagon... whoaaa!


So I went to the doctors today and my result wasn't that great. I have been cheating. I've been cheating these past two weeks like Bill Clinton cheated on his wife with Monica Lewinsky. Well except in my case, I was the one with my mouth full. Yes it happens to me a lot.

My biggest passion and vice is food. I love to eat and I go out a lot. So when I'm out I am not going to order just a salad. Heck I push aside any salad that comes on my plate with the big fat juicy steak.

Resisting food is not easy for me. But on my honor I have been resisting Krispy Kreme Doughnuts (mainly because when I go to the mall I don't go in that direction). Like I said I am a food-a-holic and I enjoy good food but yeah I do know when to stop.

My first couple of weeks of this program were brilliant. I stuck to it and everything but lately I find myself finding the same old grilled chicken boring. I want some rice and curry man! Honestly over the weekend I don't just cheat... I commit total blasphemy. I eat the most heart clogging things on the planet because hey it's my cheat day. If I was Homer Simpson, I'd be sipping bacon fat through a straw but that's just disgusting.

Quiet frankly in these past two weeks I've been eating a lot of rice. I don't know why! It's like all these months of eating it just once a week has brought a rice wave in me. I'm craving it like an alcoholic redneck craving his moonshine!

I did snap out of it when I saw the scale tip the other way and the numbers going up a notch. I think I totally take advantage of my cheat day and overdo it. I've fallen off many weight loss wagons before and this plan being my decision and not an emotional blackmailed one from the family, I can't afford to slip up anywhere. I think I need to stop eating out because it's soo not helping me. This time around I have got to bring those numbers down to double digits!

So to help me more with my battle of the bulge, I've invested in an exer-cycle... my Harley Davidson which I have named The Xardian. (Thank you Sara and Mukta for your suggesstions). I did about 10 kms today in 20 minutes and boy was I hurting in places I didn't know could hurt! Of course before that I do my floor exercises as well. I've stopped going to the gym since mid April, I thought The Xardian would be a great option for me. I'm thinking of painting flames on it and writing "Xardian" on the front in glitter. Eww no... no glitter... will remind me of that sparkle-y vampire!!!

Mindspill:

If you can't join them, beat them!

Am I in the wrong country for romance?


I am soooo in the wrong country for romance! I have seen women in the US (no no... not the Hollywood Barbies)... real women who are gorgeously well rounded, big boned, fat and even women who are bigger than me getting men. And I don't mean weirdos on the internet... real men who find them sexy because of their personality. These men are not from the leftover pile (aka divorced men, widowers, old single men or men who just don't want to die alone). These men are smart, sexy and classy with amazing personalities who don't judge on appearance.

It's sad to say that a lot of Indian guys judge a woman by her looks the first time they meet them. They all want a thin, fair woman when they themselves probably fat and dark! I love Indian men and I want an Indian man but those really nice ones for a fat girl are so hard to find. When they do get to know me and like hanging out with me, it's too late... we're in the friend zone or he ends up with a girlfriend.

It's not fair when people want to hook you up with divorced guys and old balding men. If a man rejects me because of my appearance then why don't I have the right the do the same? If I reject a proposal from a 40 year old man does not mean I'm being picky. I just don't want to marry an uncle. It's downright insulting!

I have made mistakes in the past by judging guys on their looks. After getting to know the good looking ones and the average/not so good looking ones I realized that I had more fun with that nerd with man boobs than the pretty surfer guy. Pretty surfer guy was sooooooo damn boring and we had nothing in common!!! I am not looking for a Johnny Depp (but hey if he's looking for me, please give him my number ;) ), but even the average looking desi dude wants hot woman!

Living in Dubai is so difficult to find someone nice. I don't even want to talk about Mumbai! Some people have told me that "guys probably don't want to approach you because you have a strong personality and that they might be shy!" Give me a break! I know I'm not going to find romance in a bar or a club but it wouldn't hurt that a guy would come up and talk to me. A nice decent guy... not a drunk English man, old enough to be my grandfather who thinks he's a very good dancer or worse... those younger guys (jail bait), that you just want to smack 'em on the head and say, "Pull your pants up, son!"

I have had guys interested in me and I was happy that they were but almost all of them turned out to have the personality of a pot noodle and the soul of an ameoba!! And some of them were pretty damn good looking. Don't get me started on the guys on matrimonial sites! Whoaa man! (Yeah I registered at parsimatrimony.com and removed my profile when I got proposals from men who were 40 + or were in a hurry to get married.. I just don't do the whole internet thing anymore)

You know even some male friends are no better. I don't want any romance but for f*ck's sake... I'm a woman... stop calling me dude, buddy, mate or beedu (same thing in Hindi). Can you not see the breasts? Do I look like I would enjoy macking on chicks with you? Do I sit on the couch with one hand down my pants and the other on a beer while I watch a sport on TV? Nooooooooooo! I don't want romance "dude" but at least treat me like a woman. I promise I won't fall in love with you. Just because I laugh at your jokes does not mean I have any romantic interests. They so don't call any of the other chicks buddy or mate!

Anyhoos... bottom line... I need to move to a country where chubby girls are appreciated. My lentils won't dissolve in this part of the world! (direct translation from a Hindi proverb lolz)

Mindspill of the week:

Something wonderful my friend Chari told me once, "Just because there's a goal keeper at the post, does not mean you can't score!" Love ya girl even though you try to freak me out with Hello Kitty!

Stereotypes


I love junk food and one of the places I like going to is Hardees (they have pretty good burgers there). Now they always ask if we want any side orders, etc etc. So this one time the guy behind the counter asks me if I want to upsize the meal and I said no thanks. Now what pissed me off here was the face he made when I said "no thanks". Asking if I want my order upsized is his job. Looking at me with a shocked expression like I'd eat his hat too if I was hungry enough is not his job or something I want to see. And right after that expression he says, "Really?" and looks at me up and down like I'm some side show freak! Buddy... I'm fat! I'm not a f*ckin' glutton!

Why do people automatically think, "Oh this chick is fat... she probably eats her weight in food!" and place another helping in your plate without even asking. Another thing I've heard is that fat people are lazy. Yes I have my lazy moments and I do procrastinate like every normal person but that does not mean I'm lying around, without showering for a week, eating chicken in bed!

Now another thing that annoys me is when people look and point. I mean I'm flattered that you think I'm the 8th wonder of the world because you live under a bridge like the troll you are! But all this adoration must stop or I'll get a big head. Let me recall an incident. A couple of years ago I was at a McDonalds in Mumbai with my cousin and we were sitting by the window. My cousin gets up to get something and I'm in my happy place, eating my fries...(hey anywhere with junk food was my happy place back then. Now my happy place is my imagination and you have no idea what I do to the men I like in that land ahahahahahaha <~~~ Thriller laugh). So I look up and see this chick gesturing to a guy and then pointing at me and laughing. Now first off they see food enough for 2 people and then see this fat chick guzzling Coke and munching fries, and they obviously think that I'm going to inhale everything that's on the tray, including the tray itself! These people were not even 5 feet away from me and were pointing and laughing. I was almost about to cry because even though I was used to being pointed and laughed at, at that moment I just felt like I was pushed down to the bottom of a barrel. I never judged, Mr. Piss Pants or Ms. Unibrow, what gave them the right to point and laugh. I wasn't doing anything funny was I? Did I drop my pants and produce flowers and balloons from my ass? I got so disgusted I didn't even finish my meal.

Anyways now whoever stares and points, I just stare back. There are times when I stare at them seriously and then make a funny/psychotic face. That really cracks me up and freaks them out! There was this one time when I was walking down the road and this guy across the street, yelled out "Oh ho! Big family size!" I pointed at him, I looked at his crotch and said..."Bite size!" The dumbass didn't understand what I said but people who heard that laughed at him! lolz

Oh yes... one more thing. This is a request to all family and friends... if you find someone staring at me and laughing please don't ask dumb questions like "What the hell is he staring at?" or yell out to them, "Hey what are you staring at, asshole?" I can see that they are staring at me! I know you guys are trying to defend me but it doesn't make me feel any better. My mom does that all the time and now I just reply... "He's staring at me, ma! He looks like he hasn't had a moment of happiness in his life so let him drink it in!" That usually shuts her up and the person stops staring as well.

Ok Mindspill time:

If you don't compromise on the flavour of food, don't compromise on the men you choose!

Cravings of the 11th wheel


Have you ever had a craving for something but you don't really care for it anymore? I used to be addicted to Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. In fact even before they opened their chain out here in the UAE, I had read an article about them in a magazine and I was dreaming of the day that first Krispy Kreme store would open and I'd try one of those glazed goodness. I've never even prayed so much for the Backstreet Boys to come to Dubai, as much as I've prayed for a KKD store. (Yes, I said Backstreet Boys but that's another story)

So, there was a time when I would need a weekly Krispy Kreme Doughnut fix and I would go down to the nearest store and devour those babies. I would hear Hallelujah in my head whenever I saw that red hot neon sign showing that a new batch of glazed doughnuts were ready. The ultimate flavor was the double chocolate, chocolate cream filled, dark chocolate dipped doughnut (sugar rush anyone?). And yours truly wouldn't eat just one... oh no she wouldn't! I'd get a glazed doughnut (my fav.) and the cream filled doughnut and if I was with a friend we'd share a doughtnut too. I've even seen how they make it and it's such a thrill to see them being glazed and dipped in chocolate and siiiiiiiiiiiiigh. Ok losing focus here.

So anyways, I've been Krispy Kreme free since October 2009. On my honor, I haven't had a single Krispy Kreme Doughnut for seven months!!! Whenever I pass by a KKD at the mall and get a whiff of those babies I'm like a recovering alcoholic in a bar, a sex addict at a strip club and a heroin addict at a crack den. KKD is my personal brand of heroin. (Oh GAWD! I sound like Edward 'I sparkle like a fairy' Cullen... but that's another story) But I get the strength from friends and family who drag me away from that smell... damn.... that KKD near my place opens at 6 am. Maybe I should go there now and stand outside till they open. Naaaaah! I'm just kidding!

There is another place in Dubai, that sells cupcakes and ohhh man even the name is so sugesstive... Sugar Daddy! I haven't been there and I so want to... just to look at the cupcakes. Yeah just look. But then I hear they're charging 20 bucks for a cupcake, so the cheap chick in me says, "20 BUCKS FOR A MIDGET SPONGE CAKE, TOPPED WITH FROSTING?" And then the fat girl says, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Come to Mama, Sugar Daddy!"

Now that I'm done obsessing over the sweet sins of my life (the edible kind), I want to come to a different topic. The 3rd Wheel Syndrome. See, I love the fact that all my friends are hooking up, in relationships, getting married and spawning but I sooo totally feel like the loser without a date. Being the 3rd wheel I can handle, but being the 11th wheel of a frickin' semi truck is getting an "Awww that fat girl's all alone" stares from people.

I am really happy being single but it's those moments when you feel like excess baggage, that just piss me off. Some guys can be such assholes, if they are trying to score with your hot friend and they see a fat chick hanging around. And the worst is when you think some cute guy is interested in you but he's just being nice to know more about your friend. I tell those guys to get some balls and talk to her themselves and maybe grow a personality. It would be nice to have a man by my side though. To hold my hand, to cuddle with me, put up with my mannerisms, watch cheesy Bollywood movies with me. (Not that I'm ready for a commitment... but that's another story)

Mindspill of the week:

I might not be the slimmest or the prettiest but I have boobs and I'm not afraid to use them.

Oh yeah... I am sooo hot! Move over Angelina Jolie!!


It's not easy being the fat girl in a group of gorgeous friends. Your sense of humor might be one thing that attract a guy but then that's about it. You go into his friend zone before you get the gumption to say, "Hey... let's have dinner sometime. Just you and me." If you're not funny and try to be the silent, deep and brooding type... well then you're just that "fat snobbish bitch"! I think only men can pull off the silent and brooding personality because women definitely talk more than men. hahaha

See now when I go out with friends, we make sure that we compliment each other. (It's a female thing... we want people to say we look nice... you won't find a dude telling another dude that his hair looks nice. He might say "Nice hair!" and smirk if buddy just got a very bad haircut)

Anyhoos... now I know my friends are just being nice when they say that I look hot. I mean seriously, a "You look nice" is definitely better than that little "red hot" lie. I'll even settle for "You're always very clean!" lol When I go out the door all dressed up pretty, I look at myself in the mirror (that's oh so conviniently placed near the front door lolz) and say, "Ok... face: check, hair: check, cleavage: check" and that's about it. I know I'm not a hot girl.... yet. But seriously... if I say you look hot, does not mean you have to return the compliment. I am not expecting a 'hot' from y'all at the moment. I know what I am... a pretty girl but a fatass no less. lolz

Anyways, last Thursday I went to the doctors for my weekly analysis and unfortunately I didn't lose my goal weight for the week. I just lost around 300gms and I was not happy. My weight loss is sure but slow.

So after that I went to the nutrition store to pick up a few things and the guy behind the counter is this cute and goofy looking, Egyptian. Now we don't speak much, just a hi or a hello. But the other day we got to talking and after that... boy was I a happy camper. He asked me how old I was and I told him I was 27 and he was like... "Nooo way. I think you're 18."

Now I seriously was like "Sure buddy... you just want me to buy more stuff." but then he was like... "No no.. ur big, but you don't look old. Your face... like flower!" And yeah I did my stupid giggle after that. That really made my day because according to my weight loss chart... I look 37 and I was feeling a bit depressed after a kid asked me a few weeks ago, "What's a Guns n' Roses?" (Children these days listen to crap). Anyways I was so happy after leaving the store I treated myself to a pedicure! :)

Mindspill of the week:

Eating a salad (with a burger), is not good behavior that should be rewarded with Krispy Kreme Doughnuts!

Hello, I'm Farah and I'm a food-a-holic!

Hi, I'm Farah and I'm a food-a-holic! That's one way to say that I'm fat. There are a few food addicts out there, who don't put on any weight no matter how much they stuff themselves and don't even workout. I salute those people... with my middle finger!

I decided to change my "curvy-licious" self when the nice doctor at the nutrition center told me, "Farah, if you put on any more weight, you will die!" The 'D' word really hits home espeically when you see the look of horror on your mama's face and your heart (your poor poor heart) is beating like a drummer on Red Bull and coffee. Before that I had been given the option of surgery (the ol' gastric bypass) but I changed my mind when I knew what the side effects were gonna be. If I wanted to puke after every meal, then I would eat the fish curry from that seedy restaurant down the road.

So now on this program I've lost a little, miniscule weight that can't been seen on my body but hey it makes me feel good because I'm losing weight every week... even if it is by the gram. The workout is intense but man it feels great. And the diet ain't so bad either. I'm not starving myself and I'm not just eating steamed veggies with no flavor. I have palak paneer and pizza in my diet for crying out loud!!

And my doctor is a star because he understands if I don't lose weight or if for a moment I fall off the wagon and consume a piece of cheesecake (drooool). The best bit is he told me to take a break over the weekend and eat whatever the hell I want so during the week I don't crave anything. And boy do I indulge myself then. (Like today... I made brownies with a spalsh of Jack Daniels and a nice cheesy pasta) I don't go overboard though. But it's such a thrill to see those numbers come down.

But the whole point is that I don't want to be a skinny-mini. I just want to get out of the obese category. I will get down on my knees and cry like a little girl at a Jonas Brothers concert, when my weight comes down to double digits. I want to be curvy. I want a lil' something something for a guy to hold on to. I wanna be soft and squishy and bouncy but healthy at the same time... like those Ajanta Elora carvings. Women back in the day with big hips, thighs and tummies were considered to be goddessses. I want to be a Goddess!

Until next time.

- F

Mindspill of the week:

Take the candy from the baby. Especially if that baby is 27 years old!