A look inside a mature coconut.
Most likely, without even noticing it.
Last week, the American Heart Association released a report that warned of coconut oil's high saturated fat content. The report riled many people up about the actual link between saturated fat and hea...
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"I have come to understand that — no matter how nice you are as a person — unless you are pretty to look at and in great physical shape, nobody wants to talk to you."
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Too many women I know today measure their self-worth by the space between their thighs. "Oh I want to be thin... I need a man, yaar." I don't really think this is about men. It's about other women. What follows is depression, diets and banal discussion. Some work out, some just suck it out. But either way, the thighs start to get thin, so the dresses get shorter. And the lady thinks she is "in".
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Meet The Fat Girl In My Head. She resided in me years after I had shed all my excess weight. She was my perception of me and I was attached to her. She ensured I lacked confidence and convinced me I wasn't good enough. Losing weight wasn't as hard as letting go of her.
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Interestingly, I never thought I was fat. Not when I was 12 years old. Not when I was 22. Not now, when I am pushing 30 and have loosened muscles all over after carrying a child for nine months. But I have always been described as large by the people around me -- in a way that makes me feel bad about being big.
Then there were the guilt pangs to deal with. Every food festival or food tasting would be followed by days of resigned melancholy. I would be furious with myself for allowing such indulgence. I would conclude all hope was lost and find respite in a bowl of chocolate chip ice cream topped with chocolate sauce perhaps.