Mandira Bedi: Body and Baby

Finding the New Me

Mandira has always been a champion of fitness and exudes amazing body confidence. Remember the gutsy stunts that helped her become the first female winner of the reality show Fear Factor India? Or the shoots she's done for magazine covers, including Prevention?


So how has motherhood changed Mandira's life, and her body? "Being a mom does change fitness for you. I had to obviously work at it. Motivation was never a problem for me since fitness and exercise have been a constant in my life," she says.

Launching into an explanation, she adds, "Pre-pregnancy and post-delivery fitness regimes are completely different. One formula, or one regimen, does not fit all." But she had her goals in place-from being present to attend to the emotional and other needs of baby Vir, to planning her back-towork strategy. "At one point, I did not let my image rule who I am. No matter what the media said, I was me.

But now, I consciously let my image rule me. I thought to myself, why should I be unfit, I should be who I was in the media," she says nonchalantly. Being a fitness junkie-yoga, running on the beach and rigorous treadmill routines-kept her sane in a world where being busy is the way of life, she says. She had television shows going, celebrity parties to attend and corporate events to host. Until she delivered her son-and then, along with many other things, her fitness and diet regime too underwent a major change.

"Before I got pregnant, I was the thinnest that I had ever been. I would wear anything and it looked nice on me. I never stopped to think if my hips were looking thin or my stomach was showing-I was in a really good body space," she reminisces of her 'thin' days. Then came the 22 kg, despite being careful about her diet and foregoing desserts through her pregnancy.

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