Ok, in my case, it's "No MORE COOKIES and CHIPS!" I don't want to sound like an ungrateful S.O.B. (those of you who know me well can just hold your tongues, please) here, but I came to India hoping that I might lose a pound or two. That fragile dream has been derailed by an onslaught of hospitality by our Indian hosts (here they just call them hosts). Every morning we come to the office and are greeted by mounds of Danish butter cookies (there they just call them butter cookies, I suppose), and Ruffles potato chips.
Every morning my resolve lasts about 10 minutes and then the next thing you know I'm covered in sugar crumbs and grease. Every afternoon, before lunch, I find the person in charge of this trans-fat free for all, and I, in my most "I don't wish to offend you, but" voice, beseech him to lay off the fatty fat fat.
"Of course sir, no problem sir." He always says.
Every afternoon, when we return from lunch, there is a new pile of sugary and salty goodness. Again, even though I've just eaten, my resolve lasts 10 minutes.
And yes, I always move the treats to the opposite end of the conference table, and yes every afternoon they're back in front of my laptop.
So today, I'll find the guy and I'll ask him to hold off on Monday, but if I know my Idilly I'll have an entire weekend to map out new strategies that keep me from gaining another kilo without offending our wonderful, wonderful hosts.
And that folks, and I apologize in advance for this, is how the cookie crumbles here in Chennai.
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I'm with you on the trans fat thing - love it. At 65 I am still hoping to get taller to stretch out the pounds. Whadda think? By the way, where are pictures of my favorite Godson? I love your writing, Aunt Sally
Funny how this blog entry flies in the face of all the "totally veg" things you've been telling me by phone and email... hmm. I'm pretty sure Danish butter cookies and potato chips are not made out of red lentils. You really must have thought I wasn't reading your blog.
Quite to the contrary, it makes me smile and nod knowingly, and laugh out loud.
; )
Hi pal,
Your account of 10 minutes before caving is totally bogus. You meant to write 10 seconds. Let's face it, you inherited the genetic curse. but keep trying to get veggies and fruit.
Looking forward to your post of this weekend's travels--the sights, sounds, and smalls of last weekend's experiences have been with us all week.
Love,
Hillary & Bill (AKA you know who)
Hey Pal. The 10 minute hold out story is completely bogus--I'm sure you meant to write 10 secs., no? Let's face it, you have the gentic curse :) But look on the bright side, maybe long walks in the outdoor sauna of Chanai will work miracles!
Keep writing. I'm looking forward to the weekend installment, which I hope brings stories of sights, sounds, and smells of your weekend travels.
M&D
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