Family fun Fridays

When I was little, Friday was a special day because on every Friday afternoon, my grandparents would come to stay with us for the weekend and I really looked forward to spending time with them. My grandparents had four grandchildren, but I always felt like I was the special one, the one they were more attached to. What I shared with my grandparents was uniquely comforting. So Fridays meant looking forward to late night card games at home with the whole family, late night runs to the store to buy kulfi (Indian ice cream), sleeping with my grandma, going to parks with grandpa, listening to his stories – the same 3-4 stories – over and over again, eating all the yummy things grandma made, just lots of fun and laughter all around.

Fridays are special even today, when we live thousands of miles away from extended family. We, my husband, Sana and I, have made our own Friday rituals. We go to some wine tasting or beer tasting and then get carryout for dinner and relax at home with some movie. We stay up as late as we want. It still feels like the best evening of the week, something that all of us still look forward to all week long.

Its all about relaxing fun time with your family and loved ones, isn’t it ? Thats what makes days, weekends and life so special. So happy Friday to you all!ffda0e91c816c3b69d3e2fa6f3e05214--happy-weekend-the-weekend.jpg

Because I love you through and through

My biggest fear growing up has been dogs – yes, you heard me, not darkness, not heights, not failure, but dogs. I have been that kind of person who crosses the street and walks from the other side of the road, if I see a dog approaching, yes even if it was leashed. You would think that big great danes, dalmatians or doberman would scare me, yes they would but so would a lhasa apso or a Pomeranian.

My closest interaction with dogs was when I was in 10th Grade. I studied with a friend Sai, at her house and she has two lhasa apso’s – Snowy and Teddy. They were amazing dogs (never barked or growled at me) and after a year of going her house regularly, I was finally comfortable having them around so long as they stayed 3 feet away from me (which they always did). After tenth grade Sai moved to a different city and that was it for me as far as dogs were concerned or at least I thought so back then.

Forward fifteen years –  my sweet daughter, Sana, who was 4 year old then, and crazy about dogs starts begging for a dog. I keep telling her that I am terrified of dogs and she tries to talk me into it but I stay strong on my grounds. My husband, on the other hand, is also a dog lover and would be very happy to have a dog. A year goes by and I am still staying strong and saying NO. Few more months go by and now she is not asking for it as much anymore but I see that yearning in her eyes every time she meets a dog at a park or at a playdate at her friend’s house and only once in a while she says something like – “She has a dog, she is so lucky!”.

It breaks my heart to deprive her from something that means so much to her and that I know for a fact will be good for her. I have read and heard about the profound effects dogs have had in the lives of growing children and after several guilt trips and self talks, I just decide that I cannot stand in the way of something that is so close to her heart. So I push myself beyond my comfort zone.

On May 8th 2017, we welcomed MIA, a 15 week old Shih Tzu puppy to our family. Sana has had innumerable priceless moments with Mia already in the past two and a half months and in each of those moments, I have felt an unmatched satisfaction. I am still not always comfortable around Mia, I do not pet her, give any belly rubs or even let her come too close to me but I do think of her as family now and I do put her food out in her bowl, take her on walks and I even brush her hair down every few days (as long as Sana is holding her face away from me)

Makes me think about how much a mother can go above and beyond her comfort zone because she always always always puts her kids and their wants above her own needs …  all because she loves them through and through…

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My history with body weight

As it turns out I am my favorite, however if there was one thing that I could change about myself, it would be my struggle with maintaining a healthy weight. Weight has been a struggle for me since adolescence.

I remember when I was in the first year of college, I was falling in love with my now husband and I was determined to look my best for him, that was when I, for the first time in my life actually did something to loose weight and I ended up being the thinnest I had been in my life. At my thinnest, I weighed 64 kgs (thats about 141 lbs). How did I do it? Well, I literally starved myself like I would only eat one apple in a whole day. I know it was the worst thing to do ever but back then, it was the most logical thing to do for a desperate 18 year old.

I have been trying to think and remember how I felt when I had lost all that weight and all I remember is everyone telling me how much better I looked and all my friends hoping they could all be as determined as I was. It did boost my confidence and flattered my ego. But somehow I do not remember how I felt in terms of energy level or anything related to skin or hair issues as a result of starvation, or any hormonal changes like mood swings. I did happen to find a few photos of me from then and I personally think that I looked pale and my skin looks darker than usual.

Anyway, so from there I only put the weight all back on. By the time we got married about 5 years later I weighted 74 kgs(about 163 lbs). After 3 years of being married, when we were trying to get pregnant, I weighed 84 kgs(about 185 lbs) and I can only say that thankfully, the rate of weight gain has not been so steep ever since.

In these years, I have tried so many things and have finally realized that nothing works on a long term basis except lifestyle changes that you can keep on forever.

Breaking through… getting uncomfortable…

A million times I have gone back and forth with this. Should I write a blog, or should I not? Yes I want to write a blog but I only want to write about my thoughts, my life, my fears, expectations, anxiety, achievements, disappointments, gratitude… all my inner most deep feelings and day to day happenings and that would mean opening myself up and letting others in…

This is a real struggle for me. Am I an introvert ? I love being surrounded by people and it never drains me out, on the contrary, it peps me up. It sometimes takes me time to warm up to people though, so call me shy, but once I do warm up to them, I have a lot to say. So, no, I don’t think I an introvert. But even then, its hard for me to really open up to people and talk about my life and feelings.

I find it easier to talk about politics or cooking or any other general issues and it helps that I am considerably well caught up with current events so starting a conversation or keeping a conversation going is not very hard for me. That said, I take longer to make real connections with people and it is something I am striving to break through.

So really deciding to get my own blog up and writing about my life is a big deal for me and I am hoping it will get easier with time and help my personality evolve.

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