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Thursday, 29 December 2016


As if your own weight watching is not cruel enough, I bombard you with my own decidedly-failing-case of weight watching. The primary excuse lately has been what with this being the holiday season and all, however, the rest of the seasons are not that different or revolutionary.

So, this holiday season, I have actually lost weight. A good 2 pounds!! Almost a kilogram! Hoorah...

Standing at 68.5 kgs and a still 6.5 kgs to go before reaching my original weight. Already lost 11.5 kgs since my full term pregnancy weight and actually 6.5 kgs post my post-delivery weight.

I have almost cut off sweets, rice and daal from my diet (the keyword is almost!). Except for when I am feasting on some Italian food. Then it is gnocchi and pasta and tiramisu (and wine..!). (note to self: look for lunch options online after writing this blog).

This is part of my #oneyearchallenge and I still have 5 more months to go. Keep the hope alive.

Fingers crossed and dietary urges controlled.

Yours truly.

Monday, 19 December 2016

Mums and Loneliness

As a new parent or a parent to be, everyone is telling you how it would be worth it. They continue to tell you about the adventures that parenthood becomes, about how alive and sapped it makes you go - all in the same breath. They also tell you that life would never be the same. And they are almost, always right. Except for one thing. They never tell you how lonely it gets. For a new mother.

Looking after a new born is a journey in loneliness. It disconnects you to the rest of the world. Going out is a luxury. Your friends and you are living on opposite ends of the spectrum. You have your own health issues going on. Mentally you are on another plane compared to any other members of your family, however well meaning.

Many of us leave our jobs, our social lives, our travels and a lot more to become parents of our little bundle. Having a baby is a blessing, but managing the personal alone time that comes with it? Not so much.

It would help if there were more honest renditions of what motherhood is like. When women can tell other women that it is okay. That is is a phase. And that your life, just like your body, will get back to normalcy.

In all these last couple of months, I have found my own list on how to stay positive and make best use of our time.

  • Allocate your free time, however little it may be to stuff you want to get done. Learn to cook better, read more, pamper your body, exercise, home improvement or whatever your deal is. Whatever it is, take time to do it.
  • Know that it is temporary. Work out a Plan A. It could be on how to get back to work or how to get your body back in shape. 
  • Learn about child care options in your vicinity. So when needed you can use that too.
  • Take time out to meet friends when you can. It is now that you realize how wonderful it is to be catching up with old friends.
  • Stay away from the military mom brigade who sings sorry songs on how you must now devote your entire life to child rearing now that your own identity is a thing of the past.
  • Get help. From family and friends. Ask your spouse to be more involved if needed.
  • Lastly, never give up on your dreams.
Just a little bit of me time can help us mums love our children a whole lot more.

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

Cyclones and Door Mats

3 days ago, cyclone Vardhah hit Indian shores from distant afar aka Thailand. The states it hit were Andhra and Tamil Nadu. Not far from namma Bengaluru (local for My Bangalore). While there was nothing catastrophic, it rained cats and dogs for 16 freaky hours. Like I open a tap in the kitchen and rush to change Little Keisha's diapers and forget all about it.

While dear neighbours (read above mentioned states) went twirling under the cyclone (not much harm the weather person tells us, so I can joke about it), Bangalore had a deluge of rains lasting till last night. More than 2 days to be precise. Damp and wet. Like the English weather. Only there is no English breakfast. Or the Queen. Here.

And your truly decided to become the perfect house wifey and decided to run the door mats a wash. In a bucket! Not the machine. In a bucket! Desperately wanted to enhance the life of these poor door mats at home, which have never been washed in two years of their unfortunate purchase. Yeah, you read it right. I love those mats really. They are super soft and feel like clouds under your feet. But right now they are damp clouds. For the last 3 days, they are hung on the laundry line outside, waiting to dry. Never looking like they are going to dry.

The pressing matter is that we are door mat less in the meantime. Managing with towels.

But this is enough about me. Little one is also cooped up inside with all the rains and dampness outside. Socks and caps included. Blessed be the precious sun that eludes us last 3 days.