Koos Kombuis
Koos Kombuis

Tim Noakes and the weight of the soul

Other people, when they feel the need to get away from it all, to meditate, or to seek spiritual guidance, withdraw into seclusion. They visit gurus on mountain tops. They trudge into the desert. They go wandering with rucksacks on uncharted footpaths.

I went on a pleasure cruise on a gigantic, crowded luxury ocean liner.

Perhaps I should start at the beginning. About three years ago, I went on a personal self-improvement course. I made peace with my mother. I went to Virgin Active more often. I meditated. I started a diet and lost 15kg.

Lately, as things happen, my newfound peace of mind has started going a bit stale on me. I started getting impatient in traffic again. The Oscar Pistorius trial depressed me. I lost faith in the inherent goodness of the universe. In spite of having successfully crossed the 100kg point, and in spite of eating lots of fruit and veggies, my weight started ballooning again; from 99.4kg back to 100.8kg.

It was as if the heaviness of my spirit was adding mass to my physical weight in spite of my frantic dieting.

When I heard that I was due to perform on a cruise liner as part of the RSG/MSC/Lefra Oppiwater Kunstefees, I made a decision.

I did not pack just my clothes and my guitar. I also packed a copy of Deepak Chopra’s thickest book of meditations. (I had tried to read Deepak Chopra before, and, to be honest, I’d found his work utterly meaningless, but, having nothing else vaguely spiritual on my shelf except my own translation of the I Ching, which I’d already read cover to cover, I decided to take Deepak Chopra along anyway.)

Right away, during the first day or so, I realised that the whole spiritual-quest-thing had been a massive mistake. In the first place, there was no seclusion to be found on the boat. In the second place, all the food on the ship was for free (we only had to pay for our drinks). There was absolutely no chance in hell of me reclaiming my inner peace, left alone sticking to any diet.

Koos Kombuis

Koos Kombuis

Breakfast was a sumptuous free buffet with tons of bread, eggs, bacon and other goodies. Lunch was a lavish affair with waiters continually hovering around and placing plates of food in front of you. Dinner was a six-course marathon, with complementary rolls, fish, meats, prawn cocktails, and a vast array of desserts. In between meals, one was free to grab free pizza slices and hot dogs on the way to the pool from the counter on the upper deck. My family gorged themselves. I gorged myself. There was no escape from all the food. Starches abounded. After three years of serious dieting, I let myself go completely. Apart from the free food, my wife and I spent an average of R1000 a day on drinks. At first it bothered me. Then I thought of Tim Noakes, and I said to myself, “let’s go one step beyond Tim Noakes … let’s eat and drink whatever we like! Let’s just not care about a bloody thing for once!”

It wasn’t as if I got any physical exercise, either. We merely lazed around the pool, we did not swim any lengths. There was a gym on the ship, so I’d heard, but I never found it. There were far too many distractions: shops, coffee bars, live music, and, above else, eating, drinking, eating, drinking, and some more eating.

Strangely enough, I started feeling happy. Even when we hit rough weather and sailed into a storm somewhere in the open sea off the coast of Mozambique, I slipped into an inexplicably good mood. I did not vomit up my food once! I even started reading Deepak Chopra.

And suddenly Deepak Chopra made sense! I read Deepak Chopra by the pool. I read Deepak Chopra between snacks and meals. I read Deepak Chopra at night in our cabin.

Somewhere between the furious rocking of the great ship, the constant throbbing of the engines and the crazy chatter of tourists, the wisdom of Deepak Chopra started transforming me in a way I’d never expected. And I regained the spiritual foothold I had lost. Suddenly, words like “consciousness” became meaningful again. Nirvana dawned. Bit by bit, I became enlightened.

When we finally docked in Durban, I was a new man. Though I had probably picked up, at the very least, nine or 10 kilos, I felt emotionally lighter. I could look at myself in the mirror again. My eyes were clear. I knew that the boat trip had achieved for me what a journey to the desert or a mountain-top visit to a guru would have achieved for others. I felt born again.

When I got back home, early yesterday evening, we had a huge braai. This morning, with some trepidation, I climbed on top of my state-of-the-art bathroom scale, fully expecting to see my weight soar.

To my utter astonishment, I discovered that I had LOST weight, and not gained anything.

I was down to 100.1kg!

This made no sense at all. The day before we left, I had clocked in on 101.4kg.

After four days of stuffing myself with bread, cake, meat, fish, puddings, numerous bottles of wine and millions of pizza slices, I had not gained an ounce! Instead, I had SHED 1.3kg! It wasn’t much, admittedly, but the very fact that I had lost and not gained anything was nothing short of miraculous.

Mind over matter? Chopra over chops?

There’s some astonishing truth hidden here. I’m not sure what it is, though. First, I probably need to do some more research. Lots of it …

Perhaps it’s time to look up the address of Noakes’s publisher and send those guys a proposed outline for a new dieting book? Perhaps they can sponsor my research into the techniques of getting back into shape by losing weight in the soul, instead of just the body? I’ll get rich! I will be able to go on a sea cruise whenever I want to!

I’ll get to that in a moment, though. As soon as I’ve raided the fridge in search of leftovers from last night’s braai.

Koos Kombuis recently published an Afrikaans rendition of the I Ching, titled i-Tjieng, ‘n GPDS vir Verdwaalde Siele, with Penguin SA.

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  • 7 Responses to “Tim Noakes and the weight of the soul”

    1. Mr. Direct #

      “Mind over matter? Chopra over chops?” – Love that line :-)

      March 24, 2014 at 2:09 pm
    2. Steve Goodrick #

      Koos, I think you should rather market that scale of yours; I know a lot of people who would shed a small fortune for a thing like that.

      March 24, 2014 at 3:33 pm
    3. Momma Cyndi #

      Look up the link between the hormone cortisol and weight gain. Especially if the weight gain is mainly around your middle.

      March 25, 2014 at 6:19 am
    4. Brent #

      Makes sense to me, you spent 4 days not obsessing about food so ate all you wanted, probably mostly good food, and then did not eat again until the next meal. Bet that any vigorous excercise would have made the mind think of food (reward for being virtuous) and thus tuck into a snack between meals. Brent

      March 25, 2014 at 10:57 am
    5. Great article Koos,

      I recently followed Tim Noakes advice and cut out sugar (mainly soft drinks) from my diet. Doing absolutely nothing differently, I have lost 7kg and my appetite has changed completely. I have reduced from 110kgs to 103 and I am about to launch a furious assault on double figures.

      For the first time since I was 12, I am satisfied with a medium pizza instead of a large one, and I suddenly don’t need seconds at every meal.

      I recommend this to any person who wants to improve their lives and reduce their waist size.

      March 25, 2014 at 11:12 am
    6. bewilderbeast #

      I’m convinced Noakes (and Koos) are onto something. And I love it. Call the new book Tim’s Kombuis.

      March 27, 2014 at 1:01 pm

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