My Weight Loss Struggle and Final SuccesS




I know when I wrote my blog post about my weight loss, it was more of a comedic intake on the beginning of my journey to a healthier me. This is definitely more serious because I genuinely feel that the way I approached my weight loss can benefit many others in the same predicament. I’ll share with people who may not know me that I am a mom of three kids, living in Doha, and currently trying to get to a manageable and healthier weight. I was always a bit on the chubbier side, but my unhealthy eating habits didn’t help at all. As a college student, I never stopped to think the serious ramifications of weight gain for a woman yet to get married and have kids. Add some serious hereditary conditions such as hypertension, diabetes and osteoarthritis, and it is almost lethal.

Since my teenage years, I was always on a weight loss/gain cycle but  over the course of years, the weight kept piling on. Gradually, I became chronically hypertensive, and I was so unhappy all the time. Sometimes I managed to lose the weight temporarily, but it always came back on. Finally, I learned that weight gain has no magical formula, you put on what you put inside you. It’s as simple as watching your caloric intake, and performing some form of physical activity.


However, I went through what’s known as a wakeup call when I suffered mild chest pains a year and a half ago, I decided to work on losing my weight. I started by walking outside three times a week, for about 35-40 minutes. After I lost a couple of kilos in two months, I took notice and increased my walk to six days a week for the same time. Also, I started watching my food intake. When the weather got too warm for walking, I started going to the gym. Gradually, my weight started moving a bit faster. It went down from a whopping ninety-one kilos to eighty-five in about eight months. There were periods when I splurged a bit too much on food, stopped walking for period, but I always got back to my routine. The result is that fourteen months later, I am about fourteen kilos lighter, and plan to lose another ten kilos at least. My knees are feeling better than before, my chest pains are gone, and clothes are looking good again. I am looking my best in a long time, and I plan to keep the weight off. Here are some important key lessons that I learned from my weight loss experience.

  • Find a nice, comfortable exercise routine that works for you and stick to it. I picked walking because it is the simplest thing to do. I have found that any complex work-out routine is easy to start, but eventually becomes a burden to carry on. Any physical activity that you can easily follow is crucial for any weight loss goal. No successful weight loss can take place without a physical activity.
  • It might be hard and discouraging at times, but stick to a plan for exercise and diet. For me, I found that the easiest things are the best ones.
  • Watching and controlling my dietary intake, especially high carb items such as bread, pasta and rice was as important as any work out plan
  • Be persistent with your weight loss plan. No matter what’s going on, do not get disheartened by temporary weight gain spurts, or any lack of weight loss. Minor set backs will happen throughout your weight loss program, but there’s nothing to it, just take a deep breath and continue what you are doing.


One last piece of advice is to avoid sodas, packaged foods with a high carb or sugar content. These items will prove to be a huge road block on the way to any successful weight loss regimen. I go out of my way to avoid these items. By the end of this year, I plan to be 8-10 kilos lighter than I am right now, stop and work hard to maintain it.



I have lost ten kilos since November of last year. An eighteen month baby can be created with the pudge I have lost, not that I’d like to have an eighteen month old baby. Babies are so miraculous, but I would prefer not to have this miracle right now. I already have three which started as miracles, but later morphed into something else entirely. I think I am getting off the topic here. I apologize, I have a tendency to veering off the subject. I’ve been told many times that my attention span is that of  a gold fish.


I have struggled with an extra twenty kg for as long as I can remember. I can’t blame it on pregnancy because those offending kilograms were there long before I became a baby carrier. If I really put my brain to the root cause of  it, I think  it was those deceptively light Krispy Kreme donuts, (8-10 at a time), I consumed when I was pulling all-nighters as an undergrad. Or maybe those fish fillets that I had to devour as twos, (one was such a lonely number), or those salt drenched fries that simply had to be downed in a super-size. The list of culprits doesn’t stop there. There were many, many other foods that I simply couldn’t imagine my existence without. There was the smorgasbord of candy bars, the chocolate chip cookies, the potato chips. The amount of soda that I drank could have filled a swimming pool. I even loved cake covered with that hideous culinary shame called butter-cream icing. I think it’s called butt-r cream because it goes directly to the part it’s named for. When you are twenty something and in college, food is practically your best friend, especially bad food, just like those friends that you shouldn’t hang around but love anyway for absolutely no reason except to drive your parents crazy.

Anyway, fast forward many, many years (I wont say how many), and we come to my current weight dilemma. I was always on a weight gain and loss cycle. I would lose a few kilos, and then in joy of losing them, celebrate like crazy. And needless to say, those celebrations were nothing but giant carb parties. Occasionally, the carb fests would last for years, and the result would be those offending kilos creeping up again plus some extra weight for company. However, my recent weight problem started after I stopped feeding the baby, but didn’t stop eating as if I was feeding triplets. When I look  back at my food consumption, I am surprised that I didn’t put on more weight instead of the meager twenty kilos.


For me, the straw that broke the camel’s back was when we went to Lahore to spend Eid-ul-Adha with my husband’s family last year. We reached Lahore three days before Eid, and the next day I started shopping for clothes. Well, everyone was outfitted except me. First of all, most major brands were out of my size which happened to be the largest in any maker. At Khaadi, they were pretty much out of everything in size 16. Again, not a problem because I ended up buying a fancy embroidered trouser in a beautiful cream color to pair with a pink and white semi-formal shirt that I already owned. The trouser was in size 16. I have another Khaadi trouser in the same size, and it fit me or so I thought. The shirt fit me, and was very, very pretty.

The day dawned nice and Sunny. When it was time to get ready, I showered and started to put on the trouser. Then the realization came that the trouser wasn’t co-operating, and refusing to ride up my behind, (sorry there’s no other, gentler way to put it). Well, let me tell you the battle that ensued in trying to force the wretched garment onto my person wasn’t pretty. I was rolling on the floor, trying to get that nasty monster on and doing my best not to make a single sound. Remember, it was my sister-in-law’s house, and not my sister’s where I wouldn’t have minded displaying my tattered dignity, and thrown a major  temper tantrum replete with water works. In this grand battle between person and pant, (I like to be politically correct), I  finally won. It goes without saying that I ended up wearing my abaya throughout the  day, even around the ladies because I was afraid the trouser was going to get back at me, and any moment I would hear the sound. You know the one that you hear when two pieces of fabric joined together by stitching part ways with force. I didn’t eat properly, and did my best to hold my stomach in. The whole day was so long and simply excruciating. I cannot describe the relief that I felt when I was in the privacy of the same battleground. This time due to practice and prior knowledge, I got rid of the enemy.


When I returned to Jeddah, I tried all my clothes that had previously looked amazing on me. It was devastating to learn that I was practically exploding out of most of them, as if I had stolen somebody else’s clothes. I wanted to start something in order to get back into some kind of shape, but was at a loss. Then the baby started pre-school at Saudi City Playschool, and I started walking around the compound for about 35-40 minutes a day. five days a week. Again, I wasn’t really  watching my food intake. However, at the end of two months I had lost two kilos. This was good, not amazing but not bad either. Gradually, I started  watching my food intake, and lost more weight. In April, it became too warm to walk outside, so I started going to the gym.  When we moved from Jeddah in early August, I had lost about 9 kilos.  Since then I have lost a couple more kilos. After the move, I gained two kilos, but with walking and watching my carb intake, I managed to lose the newly gained weight and then some. I think I am not unique in saying that stress makes us eat more. In times of sadness and tension, food is almost like a friend. Remember those Khaadi trousers,  they are not lose but definitely will be after a few more pounds. Skirts, dresses and turtlenecks are beginning to look pretty great on me.


What I would share with all my readers is that some exercise and controlling carbs can produce results, but patience and diligence is the key. Walking is excellent because even if it doesn’t induce weight loss, it’s very good for one’s heart and mental health. Also, be your own judge, what feels good to you. Any information someone else gives you, make sure you cross check it. Finally, never get discouraged and give up. Weight loss is a very long term project, and do not let small set backs bring you down. I have noticed that sometimes when you think you are losing weight, it’s devastating to realize that the weight is not budging. The key is to be persistent in any weight loss approach that you are utilizing. Finally, for me any elaborate weight loss routine couldn’t work because I like to keep things simple. These are the lessons I have learned from my experience, and I hope this can benefit others.