Weighty Woes

What is it with women and weight? We never seem to be the right size to make us happy! In order to avoid being generic I am going to make this about me and how my mind works regarding this issue. Me - am never happy about my weight! With great difficulty and lots of sacrifices (call it not eating properly cos I was lazy to cook and clean by myself all 7 days of the week!) I did loose a few extra pounds that I carried on me before I moved away from home. Boy! did that make me happy - loosing the weight I mean. All those days of eating whole grains and brown rice and avoiding ice creams seem to have paid off! And then my parents came to visit and here I am few months later finding out that my clothes are a bit snug! Like most other women who obsess about this issue my first reaction was panic! I was on my mothers case, telling her that it was her cooking that caused it (in a fun way of course) - you see its the effect of food being served with lots of love and affection :-) As long as I did the cooking and groceries and maintained my eating habits I did not have this problem...maybe its true, maybe its not.

Anyways now I am left wondering how to get rid of the extra pounds that have found their on me and am making myself miserable trying to think of ways to shed it off! I have been hitting the gym like a loyal dog and I am definitely not feeling very kindly towards all the skinny dames out there who eat as they please and never gain a single ounce! God is just unfair sometimes!!! Man I do hate the gym! I prefer doing chores around the house and walking everywhere!

And the food, the less said on that topic the better! I am trying to get back to my "healthy" eating habits but it is such a tough job after those months where food was served with love :) I have been trying hard to come up with a list of food I can give up. Well there is no way I am kissing cheese good bye! Hey am only human you know and considering all the crazy stuff that goes on in life, cheese gives me comfort and that can't go! I did manage to get rid of a bag of Hershey kisses.. I dumped it in the common candy bowl at work with a really heavy heart! Yesterday I found myself almost throwing away the biscuits and then I came into my senses and hid them in the tallest shelf in the kitchen! I will probably be too lazy to fetch a stool and stand on it to get access to the shelf! At least I hope so...

As of now I have decided to ignore that weighing scale that lies in my room. Checking my weight is a strict no no. The day will arrive when I shall win that scale, when that magic number appears in pretty red digital print. I wait for that day and until then I bid adieu to chocolates, ice creams and all other evil food! My parting words to the cruel food world - Hasta la vista......I'll be back!

Hair raising stories

Women and hair - the saga continues. This story of ‘never ending love’ never ceases to amaze me. The quest for beautiful, healthy hair is something that I embarked upon several years ago but yet remains an unfulfilled dream. If the range of different hair oils, shampoos and conditioners that line my shelves could talk they would narrate the tale of my quest. This morning I found myself staring at the mirror that stood over the bathroom sink surrounded by the goo of yet another hair pack. Owing to the watery nature of the pack it seemed to be all over the beautiful white titles and for a while it seemed like that more of the pack was on the tiles than on my hair! I was cursing myself and my sensitive stresses, swore to cut off my hair on the third day after a no moon day and made a mental note to block a good half hour of my time during the day to clean the bathroom sink and the mirror.

That’s right! Who needs long hair when short and chic is always in! Especially when I have been blessed with sensitive stresses with a even more sensitive scalp to boot. I share horror stories with my friends who in turn share the same woes. Eat healthy we have been told, no stress, protect your head from the extreme weather, blah, blah! I am a woman I protest, and in this age I can't live in a glass box free from all environmental stress factors!!! Still as someone who has religiously followed some of these instructions while travelling in the fast lanes of life I'd say that my stresses deserve nothing more than a good slap. The strands all over the house stand as a tribute to all my hard work in life. Every strand has a share in some victorious achievement; if I don’t keep telling myself lines like that, I find myself trying to fight off bouts of tears, anxiety and depression which in the words of all the wise people of this world, will lead to more my strands decorating the bathroom floor! Sniff!!!

As I type this post, I find more strands wandering about on my carpets. They snuggle close to my feet and as I pick them up making another mental note to clean the carpets, I wonder if I could a find way to stick these back into my head - that would be genius wouldn't it? I wonder how the protein shafts of the hair follicles can be made healthier. Oops I shouldn't think too hard - apparently using your brains a lot heats up your head and leads to more hair fall. I just remembered, I need to prepare a conditioning pack to go with the pack that’s on the floor, I mean on my head. And the saga continues...