On a good day my hair is wild, frizzy, curly, wavey & unbearable all rolled into one.  The only thing that prevents me from shaving this Medusa hair off is the greatest hair related invention ever, the Flat Iron.  I bow down to its superior effectiveness.  This little gadget has been the line that kept my hair and my sanity in place and I am not sure what I did before I discovered it, or I do but my mind refuses to go back to that painful period in my hair life.    But after a while, there comes a point in your hair life when even the Flat Iron can’t work miracles and drastic measures need to be taken.  I had reached that point.

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Very quick update: I have slapped my inner lazy voice silly and kept to the plan! I am feeling great, have way more energy and this week I will be adding 20 minutes of strength training as well to get those muscles really working.  Oh also, I am trying my hand at indoor climbing this week and I have my first introductory class this coming Wednesday!  Looking forward to it and hopefully, I can actually pull my weight up the climbing surface without passing out.  Thankfully I don’t have a fear of heights … that I know of at least!

Following on from my previous post, I landed back in South Africa, feeling a little depressed about being here all by myself as I had left India early and the rest of my family were only joining me two weeks later. As I mentioned earlier, after a six year separation, my father rejoined our family during the holidays back in India. I was not happy at the turn of events and it seemed like he was going to play a role in my life from the moment I landed back in South Africa. You see, the airport was 120km away from my home town, so my father had organized for one of his friends to pick me up from the airport. During the separation, my father lived in a town 45 minutes away from ours and this friend of his was going to take me back there so that I could get my father’s car and drive it back to my home. The town my father lived in was the ass end of nowhere. The most excitement that town ever experienced was the arrival and departure of the train. Despite my distaste at being forced to accept my father’s interference, I bit down my attitude and played nice - the guy that picked me up was a sweet old man and it wasn’t his fault after all.

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So I have decided to get back into gym … again!  I go through months of not wanting to go due to sheer laziness, finally feeling fat and ugly, motivation strikes and I am ready to hit the treadmill!  I wish this motivation lasted months, but sadly it lasts a few days.  Well motivation has hit again and this time, by God I am determined to keep myself going.  I was in the middle of trying to figure out how I can cash in on this motivation streak but sustain it as well when I stumbled across this - The Top 42 Exercise Hacks! Point number 11 on this list caught my eyes like a light beacon.  BLOG ABOUT IT! It was like the cosmic world was screaming at me to get off my lazy arse, stop whining, make the time and get going! Why didn’t I think of this before! And so without further delay, this blog will now become my motivation to sweat, curse and wheeze my way to a new healthy me.

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We are currently addicted to “How I Met Your Mother”! Fortunately we started watching it after Season 3 ended which meant we could spend weekends with buckets of hot chocolate/tea, running “How I met Your Mother”-marathons. This is the ultimate way to spend a relaxing weekend.

“How I Met Your Mother” is about how a series of events in the main character’s life brought him to the point where he meets his future wife. It got me thinking about my own life, if and how fate had played a role in it. Being Indian, I think the idea of fate is something you grow up with. Often, Indian parents attribute bad events, especially, to fate/destinty/’that’s the way it was meant to be’ type reasons. I am a bit of a skeptic, I would like to think that had I not taken a certain path or made certain decisions, my life, while different would probably have turned out fine. But that was before I met TD. Since then, I cannot begin to imagine what my life would have been like had I not met him, which made me think about what part fate might have played in my life.

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Since my last post on gmail skins, I have come across many more different types of skins to suit your personality! I like to change mine to suit my mood! In the mood for pink?  Or maybe you like the super clean zen feel? Take your pick from 25 Incredible Gmail skins!

Maybe you are not into colors but want more substance and you want to view the weather or the news headlines while you check your mail!  Play around with the GmailSkins Firefox Addon!

Try them out and have fun!

I am all stressed out.  Four and a half years worth of stress is not an easy thing to deal with.  Even though these have been some of the best years of my life, in the background my thoughts always turned to the day when I would have to tell my folks about TD and about us living together.  As a family we have had many problems, we have been through some serious family dividing issues.  Surviving these issues has made us a very close knit family.

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Conversation snippet between me and NN:

Me: I smell fart!

NN: I don’t, nose too close to your own ass??

Ahhh, friends - what would I do without them!

This pretty much sums up this Monday for me!

Wow! The last two weeks have been a flurry of activity! I decided to make the move from wordpress-hosting to self-hosting and I felt all adult and stuff.  The decision to move was akin to moving out of my parents’ house - home cooked meals vs self-cooked meals and possibly dying of food poisoning. Laundry service (aka maid) vs doing your own damn laundry and possibly shrinking all my clothes. Paying for my own stuff and possibly going broke (you mean I am actually going to have to pay for all this stuff now?!) - so many considerations to take into account! In the end I came to the same conclusion about self-hosting (sounds so much like self-medicating) as I did with moving out - it was time to grow up!  Nothing like a good few months, surviving on salty crackers in a ground floor hell hole of a flat infested with roaches to make a woman out of you!

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