Fit and fine

Let's call the GenNow girl, Ammu. In a small Kerala town, Ammu grows up,  appreciating pot belly as a prosperity indicator, and cardiac arrest, a glamourous red carpet to death. Ammu's parents feed her to the brim, chanting 'eat eat my child how thin you are'. The mantra gets synchronised to Ammu's heartbeat, registers her look as 'petite-thin', encouraging a growing appetite. Afterall, she needs extra nutrients to be a complan girl!


While at college, Ammu and friends were bothered more in the lines of 36-24-36 ( more about the 36 bit as 24 was easily unachievable by most).Only a few 'on-the-verge-of-obesity' chubbies, who couldn't feel confident wearing body-hugging tops and stand cold stares were bothered about slimming down. 
"Thank god I'm thin". Ammu thinks. "Molu are you eating properly in the hostel-oh, poor child'' ravings from the caring lot made Ammu feed herself more, and the complan-appetite helped as always. Moreover, 'Hostel food sucks!' statement becomes a great excuse to eat outside food, get umpteen pickle-jam-chips bottles, intrude into dayscholars classmate's tiffins, and moreover, pump in all mom-made stuff every trip home, assisted lovingly by mamma mia.


Ammu gets placed in an MNC after college and is to join  in a month's time. Overflowing  emotions makes mommie  feed daugter  umpteen kgs. 'I pray that you get good food there' she muttered and follows up with a thoughtful prayer 'Alphonsamme don't make her thin'


Realization strikes somewhere - 'don't make her thin?!?!?  As in?


Reality-check gets blocked by yummy smelling food as always, until Ammu lands in the trendy-brainy Hi tech city.  Her collegues never seem to be eating as much she does,  and goes to the loo only to gossip, being not having anything to empty. 


Ammu eats all 4 times, and wonders why others around only nibbled on toasted bread. A casual inquiry one day gets answered 'Oh, so that I slim down... but I love your attitude! You don't mind being chubbie eh?  .... this from a girl who did not seem to have an ounce of fat in her body!


 'Me... chubby?'  Thought provoker!


A proper analysis in the mirror back in the apartment sends ammu on a guilt trip. She had never spotted those flabs before... that double chin! And Oh-god the thunder thighs suffocating within the jeans!


'Mommie did you ever realize you had turned me into a fattie!' she screams over phone.


Painstakingly, Ammu decides to reduce her appetite and workout, and sets the lose weight goal.  Applauded by her colleagues, she kick starts her diet-workout regime. Few weeks pass by...


 'Ammu! You look pulled down and fabulous'- says one. " Oh you look toned.." goes another. Ammu sasheyed down the office floor feeling super good. Time passing by, Ammu losing weight on and off but not beyond a point..." the Alphonsamma effect hmm", Ammu thinks. 


Diet followed, on and off. Inmates interested, on and off. Body too responded, on and mostly off. But guess who was consistent? "Oh you've grown your prosperous potbelly back' followed by a smirk,by one of the usual commentators, ... 'Oh dear not exercising of late?, another...


 "How I wish these idiots took a look at my battle to keep away from temptations,  take myself to the gym, and get my body narrow down a bit!"  said, Ammu's mind and "Oh hehe thanks", said Ammu! And seeing the pic send by her home, for a prospective marriage party, mommie wailed in through phone "oh god you're starving yourself--the guy's mother said you look tired and worn out ( not to mention that the guy asked Ammu to slim down further if she doesn't mind) aren't you eating anything? "


Crisis! So, "what am  I to look like?" A flabby prosperous-looking chubbie impressing the moms - or a 'preferrably as thin as possible' new gen girl,  or just someone who doesn't bother about it and eats and exercises just right? The answer should impress me and my GenX, the mommie gen, and my health plus temptations!" Tough, I tell you Ammu!