A Tale of Two..Something

There are (at least) two main concerns people have going to India. First, they think they are going to get sick. Surely, the less than pristine sanitary conditions will assault immune systems that are not used to these bugs. Second, they're going to get fat. Especially, if they really like Indian food.

I had found myself at the morning breakfast buffet at an Indian five star hotel (or 7, but who's counting?).

They talk about five, seven, or more course meals from the turn of the century, when you worried about the order of meals, and gorged unnecessarily.

I've been doing a mini-revival of it at this buffet. Half-western food, half-Indian. Juices. Breads. Cereals. A gentleman making omelettes, pancakes, waffles, you name it. It's food nirvana! Or food hell, depending on whether your tastebuds or waistline is the final arbiter.

And surely enough, after a week, my weight had been going up by a few pounds. And despite an attempt to exercise, the body's not that used to intaking this much food. Exercise was losing.

But then, for yin, there's yang, and for food, there's illness! And off to the toilet I go, and again, and again! Normally, if this kind of illness causes discomfort, it can be bad, but except for some occasional stomach bloat and such, a visit to my Western style toilet can be thought of positively.

All my sins of excess can be forgiven at the shrine of the porcelain god.

Enjoy your breakfast!