The husband

To all of you married out there who are actually happy, I salute you! You’ve got to tell me how you do it.

There are a ton of things that my husband does or is that annoys the hell out of me.  So I decided to list it down, just for fun!

  1. The way he eats and chews food
  2. The way he loads the dishwasher
  3. Lying on bed all day
  4. How it seems that he likes me more than I like him
  5. He tickles me
  6. He forgets when I ask to throw the garbage out
  7. Coffee marks on the counter
  8. Waking up in the morning and not waking me up
  9. Sleeping late at night and therefore waking me up with all the unnecessary noise that wouldn’t have existed if he had slept early like me
  10. He cooks food I don’t like and then complains that I don’t like it
  11. Talking about exercising/joining the gym for a year and not doing it even a single day
  12. Talking about how big his belly is and not doing anything about it
  13. Talking about my belly and not doing anything about it
  14. Blaming our cultural differences for lack of understanding and/or respecting opinions
  15. Commenting on my clothes
  16. Commenting on my hair
  17. Commenting on my facial hair
  18. Saying that my body hair is pokey when I let it grow
  19. Saying he’s an enlightened being, when we all know how true or rather, untrue that is.
  20. Always being at home with me because of his stay-at-home ridiculously convenient job

I think I’m done venting for now. I’ll continue the list another time 😀



Breakfast of the mighty

I wake up late and end up eating cornflakes or frosted flakes most of the time. Without my usual ice cream and cake temptations to fulfill my cravings, I settle with having frosted flakes or cornflakes with raisins and almonds 🤣.

It’s just a little bit, I tell myself. a small bowl. And it keeps me from feeling guilty for indulging in 2 bowls of chocolate ice cream or a piece of chocolate cake or an entire bag of chips.

Being a vegetarian is not as hard as it used to be a decade ago. It’s not that hard to be vegan now either. Lots and lots of options out there. For me it’s just the way of life. I have always been vegetarian and it’s not a big deal to me. I’ve been asked, “how do you do it?” and I answer with “do what?”. I don’t know how not to be vegetarian.

But when there is no motivation or lack of any basic knowledge as to what could be vegetarian and healthy, you end up with loads of junk and fat slabs everywhere, just like me.

Like Meredith Grey said, “…what might be easy for one person, for someone else might take inner strength you can’t even imagine…”

I wake up everyday wanting to be healthy and fit, but wanting it doesn’t make it happen. I’ve been trying to keep my meals healthier than before – no more ice cream or cake or samosas and spring rolls.

Due to living at home with my parents for the most part of my life, I’ve always had access to deliciously cooked homemade food. Moving to a different country got me indulging in junk food like never before. I won’t say no one warned me. People did say I should watch out as apparently when people move to the US and especially when it’s winter, people gain weight. I dismissed it, thinking that’s crazy. I never or hardly ever exercised when I was back home in Thailand. But it was sunny all year round and you wouldn’t really say there was winter as such. I was relatively active I guess, what with work and social weekends.

Here are a few pics of the breakfasts I prepared the last couple of days. Let me know if you want the recipes for any of these, although I doubt any of you would have difficulty mastering the art of mixing cereal and milk.

Corn flakes with almonds and raisins, fresh papaya and Indian savoury pancake Onion Uttapam.
A slice of burnt 15-grain toast, a triangle bun with butter, fresh papaya, hot cocoa and fruit shake consisting of half a banana, blueberries, a strawberry and water.
Frosted flakes with chocolate chips, half an apple, almonds, toast and hot cocoa.
Frosted flakes, grapes, a quarter banana and Indian flattened rice breakfast Poha.
Frosted flakes, grapes, a quarter banana, toast and hot cocoa.
Frosted flakes, almonds, half an orange, grapes and a quarter banana.

The Stormy Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me, at your own risk! It’s all a matter of time, and everything will get into order – that’s what I tell myself in every criteria of my new life and I shall not change that in this case, even if it hasn’t rung true. Well, eventually it will, won’t it?

So here I am, starting a blog, so willing to make an ass of myself, only too willing to humiliate myself in case I fall back on any of the items on my wishlist.

The wishlist – oh you’re too curious. It’s nothing of the great sort. No PhDs, no skydives, no rainbows and unicorns – duh, those come under the other list. Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Let me just spill why I’m here, because we all want that clarity in our lives, and all cravings must be met, even if in tiny things that don’t matter.

I’m here because I don’t want to eat crap anymore. And because I love crap. But I can’t not eat it. But I really don’t want to eat it. Like seriously!

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You must be wondering if all my posts will sound like this. You’re right – bravo! You ought to try your luck in psychic readings.

Now, getting very serious, to the point and not one cm out of the context – I am here to share my food journey, my food for thought, and trivial struggles with my new everyday life.

What’s new? Nothing to you. But to me? Being married, being 22 pounds heavier (it’s not about the number), being in a city (or suburb?)  and living the oh-so-relaxed life.

Jealous yet? You won’t be so much when I get into the details of the “relaxed” life and what it can do to your non-pregnant round big belly.

If any of you get offended by the above, please don’t, please! It’s only and only about me. This blog is very much self-centered. Sorry!! See, everyone has a right to judge themselves and their life, and this is my way to do that, even though I know how ‘bad’ that is. But trust me, this will help me in the long run – you will see to it that it will. You will – won’t you? I trust you for trusting me for trusting you.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton


The smallest but loudest hiccup in my life