Shining Brighter Than Ever

My 30-Day Commitment

Though I have lost weight after my second delivery, I still have 15 pounds left to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight. Since it is more than 2 months now after I delivered, I am planning to include 30 mins of exercise in my routine so that even if I don’t lose weight, I will at least maintain the same and keep me stress free :). When I started last week, I was able to do it only one day and for 20 mins and it was awesome. I felt energetic and refreshed. I wish to do it more regularly but I found reasons/excuses to not do it.

So, I believe I will try finding atleast 20-30 mins of time everyday to do some kind of exercise if I make a commitment. Exercises could be anything like brisk walking, jogging, any sport, dancing,stepper, strengthening exercises, flexibility exercises or just breathing exercises and yoga. These are something that I know of. Since I have not done exercises for a long time, I will stick with just walking, flexibility exercises and yoga. If you are also new to exercise or starting after a long time gap, I would suggest you to take it slow else it is possible to get injured easily.

Diet: I know it is scary. For now, I am not controlling much in my food intake as I am breastfeeding. But going to cut down the restaurant food from two times in a week to once in a week and once or twice fried food at home. Gonna use less oil for preparations. Trying to have fruits twice in a day and six meals including the fruit. Drink one litre of water in the morning immediately after waking up and aiming for 2-3 litres per day. Eat 4 almonds soaked overnight one hour after drinking water. I believe if I continue this for the next 30 days, I would reap a habit of having proper diet.

In my 30 Day commitment, I am not looking for weight loss or getting into shape. I just wanna keep me motivated to add some exercise to my day-day activities so that it becomes a practice and I wish to take it to next level.

I am going to do at least one from the below in a day

Yoga (Surya Namaskar)
Pranayama for Breathing exercise
Cardio (stepper, running if I get lucky)
Brisk walking

If you are interested, you can also join me in this 30 Day commitment and comment on your status.

I am going to start my 30 Day commitment from Feb 1st,2015. I will update the progress here in my blog.

Stay Active, Stay fit and stay healthy 🙂


Job of Being a Mother When….

1. You count the sprinkles on each kid’s cupcake to make sure they’re equal.
2. You have time to shave only one leg at a time.
3. You hide in the bathroom to be alone.
4. Your kid throws up and you catch it.
5. Someone else’s kid throws up at a party. You keep eating.
6. You consider finger paints to be a controlled substance.
7. You’ve mastered the art of placing large quantities of pancakes and eggs on a plate without anything touching.
8. Your child insists that you read “Once Upon a Potty” out loud in the lobby of Grand Central Station and you do it.
9. You cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons; your child chews his toast into the shape of a gun.
10. You hope ketchup is a vegetable, since it’s the only one your child eats.
11. You can’t bear the thought of your son’s first girlfriend.
12. You hate the thought of his wife even more.
13. You find yourself cutting adult’s sandwiches into cute shapes.
14. You can’t bear to give away baby clothes-it’s so final.
15. You hear your mother’s voice coming out of your mouth when you say, “NOT in your good clothes!”
16. You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.
17. You donate to charities in the hope that your child won’t get that disease.
18. You hire a sitter because you haven’t been out with your other adults in ages, then spend half the night checking on the kids.
19. You use your own saliva to clean your child’s face.
20. You say at least once a day, “I’m not cut out for this job”, but you know you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Delivered my beautiful little girl on Nov 19th, 2014. Her name is Daisy.

Hoping to continue my blog again after a long gap 🙂


Accept it – No person in the world is perfect. It holds true when ‘you’ select your partner. And even more true when ‘your parents’ select your partner for you. And arranged marriage is more common in India than love marriage. Mine is arranged marriage.

I and my husband came to know each other pretty good during the gap between the engagement and marriage. I prepared myself to adjust to make a happy journey.

I and my dear hubby made sure that we understand each other before having a child. So we went for one year planning. Life was awesome as a newly married couple. At times we used to argue but I go quite because I was still afraid of him a little about his temperament. I never saw him losing his temper. So I used to think that his real temper would be more bad and avoided it at all cost.  But some of his habits really piqued me like throwing the crushed paper towels in the living room, not hanging his clothes in the wardrobe, mails everywhere, dirty clothes still hanging in the bathroom handle bar and so many. I would tell once but he never cleaned. I started to go around the house to clean after he leaves for the office. And that’s how I got adjusted to him. But is it adjustment? No, I just ignored my feelings and I was mad at him. But the understanding each other part went good.  He could easily read it from my face that I am angry or thinking seriously or upset.

So when Lily came into picture, I managed everything pretty well except his habits. I started arguing with him that he should start doing all those things by himself. I even cried that I don’t get much help from him whenever I was so stressed. After sometime I stopped cleaning for a day or two and then he started doing it by himself at least to some level. So that is when I came to know that I was just ignoring everything in order to avoid arguments which was so stressful when it went beyond my handling capacity. We still come across issues- if I/he couldn’t adjust then we talk about it. No more ignoring things!!!!

“May those who love us, love us.
And for those who don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if he cannot turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we may know them by their limping.”

Irish saying

I have listed my favorites,

  1. The swing at the “End of the World” in Baños, Ecuador
  2. Tulip fields in the Netherlands
  3. The Hang Son Doong cave in Quang Binh Province, Vietnam
  4. Mendenhall Ice Caves of Juneau in Alaska, United States
  5. Sea of Stars on Vaadhoo Island in the Maldives – First in my list
  6. Tunnel of Love in Klevan, Ukraine
  7. Salar De Uyuni in the Potosí and Oruro departments of southwest Bolivia
  8. Enchanted Well at Chapada Diamantina in Bahia, Brazil
  9. Glowworm Caves in Waitomo, New Zealand – Scary but beautiful

What’s your favorite?


Here’s the thing about motherhood. It exhausts you and thrills you. It kicks you in the butt, and the very next second makes you feel like a superstar. Most of all, it teaches you to be selfless.
Let me rephrase that. It doesn’t really teach you this. It creates a new selflessness within you, which grabs hold of your heart when you first take your child into your arms. In that profound moment of extraordinary love and discovery, your own needs and desires become secondary. Nothing is as important as the well-being of your beautiful child. You would sacrifice anything for her. Even your own life. You would do it in a heartbeat. God wouldn’t need to ask twice.

I am sure that everyone at some point would have heard the annoying sentence, ‘are you joking?’ from someone when you tell something serious.

I found the below extract as an awesome way to handle that kind of situation. Try this next time, I’m sure it will work 🙂

After I sit, Roemer clears his throat and says, “Before I start threatening you, is there anything you’d like to say?”


“Go ahead, then.”

“On the first day of school, a first-grade teacher tells her class they’re not babies anymore. They have to use grown up words. Then she asks the kids what they did that summer. The first kid says, ‘I got a bad boo boo.’ Teacher says, ‘No. You suffered an injury. Use grown up words.’ Second kid says, ‘I rode on a choo choo.’ Teacher says, ‘No. You rode on a train. Use grown up words.’ Third kid says, ‘I read a book.’ Teacher says, ‘Good for you! Which book did you read?’ The kid says, ‘Uh…Winnie the Shit!’”

All three of them stare at me slack-jawed.

Roemer says, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I was telling you a joke.”

“A joke,” he repeats.

“That’s right.”


“Because when I told Lydia her daughter and her friends were drinking Saturday night, she said, ‘Obviously, this is a joke.’ When I told her Kelli let boys in the house, she said, ‘Seriously, Ms. Ripper. Is this your idea of a joke?’ And when you called me yesterday afternoon the first thing you said was, ‘Ms. Ripper, is this whole thing some sort of joke?’ I just wanted you to hear what a joke actually sounds like, so you’d know the difference.”

Lol!!! I would love to get one poster 🙂

Boss hangs a poster in Office
He returns from lunch, finds a slip on his desk.
“Ur wife called, she wants her poster back home.”