The “fancy fluff” was just for the F. I doubt if there would be anything fancy or fluffy in this post.
I resumed gymming after a two-week break. I hope I don’t get any further breaks in the near future, partly for the sake of my fitness, but mostly because I don’t want the gym membership to expire unused. My body hurts, but I don’t think that is because of the gym. My joints have been hurting for a while now, especially when rising from a sedentary position, and I refuse to google and get hypochondriacal about it. The body will fix it itself if I just let it be.
But, before I can gloat with a holier-than-thee chin up, I more than negated the gym session with home-made cinnamony apple cobbler with a small scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. I refuse to get sucked into the vortex of guilt because it is the left-out eighth deadly sin to feel bad about home-made cinnamony apple cobbler with a small scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. For all my hatred of cooking, I can sometimes excel. The watchword there is “sometimes”.
Our family (and I am its leader) is big into food, which, is unfortunate, because I am the main food provider and I am usually a bad cook. All three of us in the house need something to eat every two hours or we are rabid. We eat small portions at every sitting, but eat often. For instance, it is nearly 5 pm, and our meal plan today has been this (the husband is at home today and the kid has study leave for her quarterly exams).
- Half a tumbler of coffee at 7 am for the adults
- Half a tumbler of coffee + 1 Marie biscuit each at 8 am for the adults. One tumbler of Bournvita for the just-awoken kid.
- Half a cup of rice each with buttermilk kozambu and beans paruppusuli at 9 am. We have switched to eating rice for breakfast because it seems a pain to cook three meals a day. And no, we are not cereal/oats/toast people.
- A three-course rice meal for lunch comprising one cup of rice each (I often replace rice with cream of wheat – samba godhumai ravai, for myself), with buttermilk kozambu, beans paruppusuli, pepper rasam, and curd at 12.30 pm.
- Coffee for dad and daughter and tea for me at 2.30 pm
- A small piece (by small, I mean, three table spoons) of apple cobbler each, topped with a small (one table spoon) scoop of icecream at 4.30 pm. This is not a regular feature. It could be a sandwich each, one dosa, each, chaat, fruit salad etc.
- Plan: Bean burrito (with home-made whole wheat tortillas) for supper. One each for the adults and two for the kid. Probably with mixed vegetable soup and store-bought nachos.
- Plan: Either juice or milk and a small piece of chocolate each.
The intricate details may vary, but these eight meals are fairly regular. There was a brief time when I decided that I was eating too much. So, I switched to the three-solid meals plan, and none of us was very happy with it because it gave us migraines and an obsession with food. I notice that people around me do not eat as many meals. I have also noticed that they eat large portion sizes at the limited number of meals they eat. We, on the other hand, never feel “full” after any sitting.
I often wonder which is better – eating small meals throughout the day (I agree it is a pain to decide the various meals and make them), or eating two or three large meals. I then lie down and the feeling goes away.
I attempted meditation today, but ended up either dozing off or thinking about “Name of the Rose” that we had watched last night. But that’s ok, one can’t force-meditate. What matters is that I sat in one place for 15 minutes with the intention to meditate.
I just yawned. Ideally no one should post a piece that makes the writer yawn but I suspect I will. If I just made you yawn as well, you’re welcome. I just made you take in more oxygen into your lungs than you have been in the past two minutes.