Getting Fit- Step one. Day 1

They say, ” Never trust a slim chef.” Well, I am extremely trustworthy. 😀

I’m not particularly big on housework (BLEH!).. but cooking- Oh that I love!

It’s fun. De-stressing.

A year ago,  a weekend when kids were on vacation with their grandparents, getting royally spoilt, the man and I were lazing around the house, enjoying the quiet with both our noses buried in our respective books. It was lunch time but cooking was the furthest thing from my mind.


Yeah, that was my state of mind. But in the end, I did get up rather grudgingly to make something. I’d bought some Kabuli pomegranates and I decided to make a salad. I love pomegranates- it is basically little explosions of flavor in your mouth. I could get back to my book without having to spend time cooking something elaborate. And while browsing for pomegranate salad recipes, I came across this recipe from Pick up the Fork’s Allie Lazar.(Thank you!) Of course I didn’t have all of the ingredients like quinoa, parsley and herbed goat’s cheese. But, highly inspired , I made do with what I had. In 20 mins , the man and I became fans of this recipe for life. Fabulously simple and extremely tasty.

Over the last year, I’ve tried varied versions of this- adding and deleting ingredients.

Here’s my version of this pomegranate salad.

Pomegranate Broken Wheat Salad


  • One Pomegranate deseeded
  • One Cucumber
  • One medium sized tomato
  • One green chili finely chopped
  • One red onion
  • Four to five rose apples
  • Two tablespoons of finely chopped coriander
  • Some shredded lettuce
  • One tbsp olive oil or cold pressed sunflower oil
  • 3/4 cup dalia ( broken wheat)
  • Toasted and roughly chopped almonds and peanuts
  • the juice of one lemon
  • a tsp of honey
  • salt and pepper to taste.
  1. Wash and soak the broken wheat in hot water for 15 mins. Drain it and toss it into a bowl. Let it cool if it is still warm.
  2. Mix the lemon juice, olive oil  and the honey to create the dressing.
  3. Chop the vegetables and the rose apples and mix in pomegranate, dalia,the shredded lettuce and finely chopped coriander leaves.
  4. Add the dressing and season with salt and pepper.
  5.  Garnish with the almonds and peanuts.
  6. Note: If you don’t like dalia soaked. You can cook it. I preferred it just soaked. You can skip the rose apples. I just happened to be crazy about them and they happened to be in season.

And this is what you get!



And with this absolutely divine pomegranate salad, I auspiciously started my 100 days of clean eating.


Oh, the hurt!!

So did you know that the human body has approximately 170 joints? How do you learn about all of them? How do you remember?

Well, you could read a book on orthopedics.

Or you could google it.

Or maybe.. just maybe.. you could go down the path I did- get viral arthritis.

Bone breaking fever. One that takes the joints a few months to recover from.

You’d be aware of every joint that you have… every bone that you have.

You’ll learn which joints you use for what movements…

And how important all those tiny joints in your hands and feet are. (Very)

When you read about it, you get to know that the inflammation is part autoimmune.

So you’ve just got to request the hell out of your immune system to stop attacking you.

The viral infection- the main enemy is gone.

But apparently holding identification up doesn’t help.

The immune system seems to be having a psychotic episode and harming the one thing that it’s supposed to protect- ME!


One option was to subdue the immune system with steroids- which of course came with its own set of side effects.

You try it for a bit.. and the pain.. it goes away. But you don’t feel good putting strong stuff like that in your system

And then I had enough. The only way to combat this was to get seriously fit- eat healthy, eat clean, drink 3L of water a day and get enough sleep.

Seems easy enough. Except that change is hard. Change is tough. Even when you are in pain. Even when you know it’s the best for you.

I preferred reading to sleeping, coffee to water and while I mostly had healthy food, I didn’t want to think twice before I had any junk. I could operate on 2 hours of sleep. I was super mom. While my kids had fixed healthy routines, I was comfortable with crazy routines. I seemed invincible. At least to me and definitely to my kids.

That day, it hit pretty suddenly. It honestly felt like my body had just given up. And I was alone with the kids who were rather freaked out at the suddenness.

I remember a quote from Grey’s anatomy that spoke about trauma.


Being laid up in bed with every damn joint aching like hell and dependent on someone to help you move- it is a pretty convincing catalyst for change. I was lucky. I had support. Loving parents who turned up to help, a husband who really excelled at taking care and putting up with my rather crappy mood (well you’d be .. in that kind of pain) and kids who were on their best behavior, so they didn’t trouble me.

Small changes… big rewards. The joint inflammation would go away .. in a couple of months. But I didn’t want to be in that space again. It’s scary and it was my body giving me the warning of a lifetime.

It started me on my journey. To good health. To being fit for life. To clean eating. To exercising. My immune system seems to be channeling it’s inner Suppandi and is indeed very slow to catch on and it’s still attacking my joints. So exercising would hurt more. So I started with something that was in my hands- Food. After all the journey to being fit is 70% food and 30% exercise. Might as well start tackling the 70%.

They say you do something for 28 days and it becomes a habit. Given that I was dealing with habits that have been around a lot longer than my decision to change- I figured I needed a buffer- I took up a 100 days of clean eating. Starting with one meal in the first month while slowly increasing my consumption of fruits and vegetables and drinking more water. It’s going to be a month tomorrow- Day 30. And it’s been good so far. And it’s been tough.

Change .. maybe for the better…

But it hurts.

And it’s not easy. But then nobody said it would be.

Of illnesses, mom, Friends, ‘pregnancy brain’ and Calvin…

I had a weird day today… My son and I were running a fever, the man is out of town and I was too sick to take my little one to school… My silver lining was in the Shatabdi train to Bangalore and all the three of us were waiting for ” Amme” to get here.

It really doesn’t matter how old you grow, the moment you’re ill, the only person you need is your mother.  I managed till amma got home, coz the moment I saw her, I just  crashed..

My pregnant friend A  was sweet enough to come with me  and my son to the doc tonight.  She drove while Dhruv and I sat in the back seat. After getting the med prescription from the doc, A got the car and I put my son in the back seat and headed to collect the meds from the pharmacy only to turn around to find the car missing… I got a panicky call two minutes later from A who was wondering where I was… She apparently thought I’d gotten in and driven off.. and realisation that she’d left me behind dawned when she wondered why she was having a one sided conversation 😀  Its wonderful to have friend like A around. Even on super weird days, she makes you laugh!

Now the kids are in bed and I get this from my sis in law. Made me burst out laughing.


So today- I’m grateful-

For Amma who’s always been there when I’ve needed her

For a three year old daughter who gave me loads to pretend ” Dawai” , hugs and kisses and kept her naughty side in check till Ammagot home

For friends like A  who’ll make you laugh and will drive you to a doc and J who called through the day to check if I needed any help or drops off meds at your house even though she lives a good 10-12 kms in the opposite direction.

For my father and my husband who kept calling to check on me…

and for my sis in law who always manages to put a smile on my face!

Yup, sure I was sick, and I felt even worse seeing my boy sick…

But as I sign off right now- exhausted and feverish-

I have a little glow in my heart.