Obesity: Conquering the silent enemy: Part 2

Hi lovely people! This is the time where I open all gates to my soul (not really) and tell you all of my secrets (just the ones about weight loss)

Disclaimer: Don’t skip this

Now before I do go on and share, I want to point out that I started this on a whim and it became kind of big. I did not consult any dietician or doctor. Or even a friend. I just winged it really. But it worked for me. I’m not saying that everything I did has been easy sailing or always the correct thing to do. I’m not saying that what I did will necessary work for the next person. And if you are struggling with your weight and have not been successful in the past this may give you some inspiration. I am not a doctor (yet) and not a professional dietician so if you are looking for medical advise, this post is probably not for you. Seek professional help.

Now that is out of the way, let us begin!  Continue reading


Obesity: Conquering the silent enemy – Part 1

In my last blog post I wrote about the problems obesity causes in our lives and shared some statistics with y’all. It went this way, if you’re interested in reading (or re-reading) –> Last week’s post on obesity

Today, I wish to share with you a personal journey that I embarked on around 2.5 months ago. The journey of triumphs and misfortunes. The journey of bitter disappointment and glimmering hope. But eventually a journey of victory. Basically, I decided to loose weight…and there were 5 things I did before I began. Continue reading

Obesity: The silent enemy

Being fat was never a problem to me until it started to become one. I have always been on the ‘larger’ side of the dress sizes, comfortably fitting into 14, 16 and 18 sizes. (Yes, I am aware that people are bigger but lets face it, size 18 isn’t small exactly…) I never really got upset about it. After all, I was in perfect health despite the extra weight. I was doing all the normal activities (work, cooking, sleeping, socialising). And I knew I looked good even when I was at my biggest with a BMI (Body Mass Index) exceeding 35. Being fat really was not a problem for me… Continue reading

An emotional roller-coaster week and the Hippocratic Oath

As this week draws to an end, I reflect and realise that it has been a very emotionally charged week. I have had periods of euphoria and moments of fear. Phases of grief and agonising seconds of shock. I have been happy, grateful, calm and at peace as well. But then this was a rather exceptional week in quite a few ways…

Monday began and someone very close to me began a new job after a long period of speed bumps in the road we call life. I was eternally grateful that the tide had turned. It also brought home to me the importance of keeping ourselves sane and grateful even in adversity. Otherwise our mental health can really suffer. On Monday I also received a few emails for personal statement help. Having never been in a position to be of use to anyone really, this was a moment of pride and happiness. Finally something I had done was actually helping someone. (They say that its only clinicians and medics who are constantly feeling grateful that someone wants their help! Guess I chose the right profession…)

On Thursday I graduated. With the full academic gown, national anthem being sung (which I’m ashamed to say I don’t know the full lyrics to), hand-shaking with the esteemed principle and most importantly sharing a very important moment in my career with the most important people in my life. Emotions that day were all over the place…mostly because there was no phone signal in the graduation centre so none of us could find each other for congratulating/picture-taking…I also felt a sense of honour to share the stage with so many successful and brilliant people. From fellow graduates to our professors to phD students and those being awarded honour degrees due to special recognition and contribution to the scientific community. For me, what stood out the most was that I was at the cusp of something big. A stepping stone, if you will, onto a future which I had only imagined from this end of the ‘football pitch’ of my career. And as the medical graduates recited the Hippocratic Oath, along with the principle, a small bubble of excitement and awe erupted inside of me. One day I too will pledge to become a good, faithful and genuine doctor. But until then, here is the oath which is the first and final prayer of a doctor, nurse, paramedic, health care assistant and any individual who finds themselves responsible for another human being. Although written by Hippocrates (A greek philosopher/ physician) in the 5th century B.C.E, its still relevant in today’s modern day and medical practise. I do urge you to read it and understand it, especially if you are in the medical field. Here is a quote from the original text:

Make a habit of two things: To help, or at least, to do no harm – Hippocrates.

But on Thursday I also heard a very shocking and sad news. A student of a local school, a friend of many close friends of mine, had sadly passed away in a tragic accident. Although I didn’t know this person, I felt numb and a little helpless. Who knows when we could get ill, hurt, or die. All we can do is minimise the chances of it happening. It made me acutely aware that everything I had achieved and stood for, I did for survival. In death, my name and fame will mean nothing. Death won’t pick and choose. Death is random and inevitable. And so it is even more important to be grateful, happy and forgiving. To love and smile. To hug and kiss and laugh. And to do it today. Because we don’t know what tomorrow will bring.

My brother often says (thought he didn’t come up with the quote):

The past is history, the future is a mystery. Today is a gift and that is why it is called the present.

I wish all of you a very happy, healthy and safe weekend!

Trip down memory lane and GAMSAT prep

This week has been a strange one. I’ve gone down memory lane quite a few times. I went to my old secondary school to help with personal statements for potential medical applicants. It was weird in more than one ways. First I was wearing a visitors’ lanyard not my school uniform. Second I was on first name basis with teachers who were previously Miss or Mrs. And finally I was helping people who were in the same exact position as I was just under a year ago. Weird, in fact, doesn’t even begin to cover it!  Continue reading