Monday Blues

You know, that feeling, when you're just sitting, wondering what next to do with life and for some reason, you feel lonely.. Very lonely..

Random thoughts spring to head.. Is this where I really want to be? Am I happy? Am I honest, to myself?

You keep wondering about the grass being greener on the other side.. You keep thinking that someone, somewhere in the world is feeling just like you. You are connected to him, in some strange away. Even though he does not know of you yet, he can feel the connection.. The invisible bond is unbreakable. Does that make him your soul mate? Will you ever meet him?

You cross paths with hundreds of people daily.. how many lives do you actually touch?

You think about the stars, moon, universe.. thinking what it would be to actually exist in another planet? If you could look at yourself from outside the planet earth, what would you see?

You keep thinking and wondering, and that moment passes...

Workout: Week 1

As much as I hate to admit it, I am kinda liking the whole workout. I don't like the after part, or the next day part either, when my body hurts like I am in hell. But I love the part when I am there and working out and feeling the stress on my body. Crazy, I know, but its empowering...

An entire week has passed without eating dessert.. (come on, a piece of chocolate really DOESN'T count) and  I am proud of myself..

So I am off to another torturous workout, after which I have to attend a party with LOADS of food! God, save me!

I hope I survive...

Hello

It’s official. I am fat.

I know I have repeated this phrase a million times, but everyone disagreed with me. Now, everyone agrees I am a bit “healthy” I have never been skinny, but, neither have I ever been at this stage in my life.

Guess this is what happens when you go on a food binge for months….

It’s embarrassing, really. Looking at myself in the mirror, I feel ugly. I am not saying fat people are ugly. I just feel unhealthy-type ugly. It’s disgusting when my ‘comfort jeans’ don’t fit me anymore. I have nothing to wear except elastic leggings and long tops. Ugh.

It’s not that I didn’t know this would happen (to be honest, I actually never thought I would reach THIS stage), I was warned. But, you know, that feeling, when you know you’re going to land up coming out bad but you have to do it coz you just cannot believe it will happen to you.

So I have started a healthier approach to life, whatever that may be. This blog is to document my issues which I cannot scream out loud.

My challenge is to shed all the extra “love” and go back to being myself again. Soon. Very soon.