Omnomnomnom

This representative of the skinny genus has been MIA busy updating experiences from a very refreshing and inspiring holiday! 

And while part of my head still continues to feel up in the clouds, my tummy in particular has been in a nomnomnom mode for a while. 

Just to make this even more visual – *open mouth, point finger in*

So what does that translate into? 

The need to snack in-between meals.
Spending more time on Zomato than Facebook
Purchasing a cookery book with the 9 others that are fiction

I have never, NEVER snacked (or been the kind who did) between meals. I ate my portions – three times a day. And I was sorted. Now suddenly I’m far from sorted. It may not seem as such a big deal but to me it is. 

How did it come down to satiate the need to munch at 10 when you’ve breakfasted at 7, pace around impatiently around 3 when you’ve lunched and leeched other people’s lunch too at 1, then repeat exercise from 5 to about 7, grab a bite around the corner with your street food vendor friend (if you stop by every other day he becomes your friend), get home to eat dinner only to scan the kitchen moments later for a pre-midnight snack, some how sleep only to wake up in the middle of the night because you can hear your tummy rumbling…wake up in the morning for a breakfast and repeat the cycle

Phew! When, why and how exactly did this happen? 

But more than my own disbelief, it’s the extreme reactions I still continue to attract that continue to keep me entertained:

 “I doubt you’re going to be able to eat all of that!” 

to

"You’re going to eat all that AND that?” 

to

“What’s wrong with you? Hungry and eating all the time? Go check you weight!” 

to

“Hey, here please help me finish my food”

Even better is when friends call you to catch up over a binge eating fest!

Introducing 'The Skinny Genus'

Size (who-the-hell-gives-a-damn-anymore, right?) has been done to death with. And yet for someone who has merely been observing from the sidelines, it's just a new beginning - the beginning of a blog. Scan through all the possible media around and one begins to realise that my first sentence has already been proved redundant. Our OCD with "size" is going nowhere!

My heart, however, goes out to all those poor souls out there who have been reduced to mere guinea pigs with different weight loss regimes. Even the word regime has such a sinister ring to it. Think Nazi Regime. Think Saddam Regime.

OK, i have digressed but i am sure my point has been made!

Anyway this blog is not to empathise or sympathise with those who when they appreciate food don't have to do so in words...their body language literally spells it all out to you! ;) And while the grass does look greener on the other side for those of U conscripted into a mad world that's doing business making your bones brittle, your skin pallid, your self esteem abhorrent...i'd just say welcome to my world!

I am here representing The Skinny Genus. The ones wrongfully maligned and diagnosed to have 'anorexia nervosa' - which is a disorder for heavens sake. BAH! So, what i will be chronicling are the insiders take of 'the naturally not so amply endowed ilk'. My ilk. We are just thin and there are no two ways about that.

And like those proficient in the field of writing (to which i can hardly claim allegiance to), i'd say: Watch this space for more! :P