This Ramadan, I was strong-willed to make good use of the month. Besides
the extra prayers that I was offering to the Almighty in appreciation for the bountiful resources and blessings that he has had showered on all of us: me, you and everyone. I was also determined to make use of Ramadan - which also relates to
fasting, to reduce some of those extra fat from my body. A strategy was firmly set to do some exercises, to burn off those huge amount of calories that was going to be shoveled into my mouth at the time of
breaking the fast. With great strength of mind (so I thought) I wrote down in
my notepad the list of items ‘to do’ that would help me keep in shape. And the first entry in the list was ‘eat less fried food’. Did I abide by my rules?
I didn’t think so. The foremost reason was due to the food that I kept preparing for the
family to feast at the end of each fast (iftar) which was a daily occurrence during sunset. While preparing the food for iftar, I would be persistent which food would be shoved into my mouth and which wouldnt. But all those
became momentary, when I sat with the rest of my family to break our fast. Who wouldn't take pleasure in eating the 'hot hot’ samosas, and the mouth-watering crispy pastries or the spicy rice porridge that
bubbled in the pot. I just couldn’t resist. And the plan to do some ‘work out’ didn't go well either: the mere thought of running on the treadmill made me go
weak at the knees.
