All things considered, you are more likely to win a lottery, get a selfie moment with Big B or SRK, or have your video featured on the IPL virtual wall, than lose weight.
If you believe in destiny, then consider this: if God had wanted you to have a tall, slim, fit, strong physique naturally, you would more likely have been born in Kenya, Netherlands or some such place.
If you believe in calories instead, there is absolutely the slimmest of chances that you will walk, run, lift weights, jump enough to burn more calories in a day than you will end up eating in the land of paratha, jalebi, butter chicken, butter masala dosa, cheese sandwich, pav bhaji, rasmalai, biryani, dahi bhalla, and those chocolates and ice cream you have hidden in your fridge. And you would own a treadmill, not a couch, and actually use it too.
Ideally, at the point of reading this piece, by now, you would have started doing push-ups, but no, you are more likely thinking about those onion pakoras or fish cutlets, and let us have it: you will in the end follow your heart to being overweight than being fit.
Of course, there are exceptions. That guy who always finds time to go to the gym, no matter what, and says he loves working out. Or that lady, who between consuming green tea, salads, brown rice or organic ragi is also actually doing yoga, running, cycling, swimming and all. But they are exceptions. You, and I, are not.
It is the most tragic heart-breaking story of our times: more women and men will fail in their most significant annual goal, which is to lose weight, and get fitter, than any other.
Envy those six pack abs on other people, eat and drink and be merry. And just learn to live with those extra size clothes.
