The one thing I can never find fault with is India’s food. I have been steadily sampling spicy chicken curries, dosa (a wafer thin pancake) stuffed with prawns, idli (a thick, light pancake) dipped in sambar (a spicy, thin vegetable broth), and delicious crumbly sweets.
It is very difficult to be careful, but I’m rationing hot lunches to one day a week, with salad and fruit for the rest. For breakfast I have only muesli with banana (God bless the English food at the Taj restaurant!), and I no longer snack. Dinners, however, are more than tempting; their nutrition value being, as one friend aptly put it, “high on fat, and low in fibre”.
All this equates to an unhealthy, hunger-inducing eating plan. Better sort that gym membership …
Going Home to India 