The other day, I fell
ill, because, I ate cold curd in the mid-afternoon. My gut feeling said
not to take the curd, but impulse drove me and I bore the brunt of
the situation. A sore throat accompanied by stomach ache showed me the
hell.
After
a long time, I was plagued by ill-health on so flimsy ground and I
decided to tighten my belt. What I realized after deep contemplation is
that my mouth is my guard post and the sentry there should be much
more vigilant to protect the treasure
called: Stomach. I took the vow to be more cautious for such faulty
decisions.
Being happy and falling
ill takes a fraction of second. Though Nature is offering so many
lessons, I rather half-shut my eyes so far. This is the time to be
conscious enough at every moment.
What I see is that
I feel uncontrollable pangs of hunger at 6 pm in the evening and I must
be alert and not to eat junk food during
those crucial hours.
Health experts say that realizing what goes wrong would put you on a higher
pedestal. The umbrella rule for taking food is this: Take food
as medicine, otherwise, you are bound to take medicine as food.