Just my luck :)

I’m not sure I believe in luck, you know. As soon as I say something like “Hey, I’m so lucky to blah blah blah”, a damn pigeon craps on me. See what I mean? Not even a crow! Coz apparently, it’s lucky if a crow poops on you :|

And just when some well-meaning friend tells me that the wrong planet is now doing the rounds in the wrong house, something really good happens. So rather than remaining in this state of perpetual wonderment, I choose not to believe or disbelieve. So I royally ignore the concept of luck.

But what I do believe in is the power of the mind. It’s just amazing how controlling your thoughts can change your life. Now I don’t claim to be some kinda guru or anything. I don’t like preaching to anyone because you gotta live life the way you want and pave your own path.

I’ve always thought it’s wrong to say that the road less traveled is the better one…just go wherever you want to…You don’t have to have a dream or do something great (or what’s deemed great in the eyes of the world), as long as you’re doing what you want to.

To ensure I do the things most important to me every day, I’ve penned them down on my phone and saved the note as my lockscreen paper. I’ll share the less personal ones here:

                        Did you do this today? 

 Breathe deeply?
Drink water?
Stretch?
Take a walk?
 Write?
Cannot reveal.
Cannot reveal.

If I can answer yes to the above list, then I’ve had a highly productive day. This way I can make every single day - the awesome and the unawesome ones - count.

By the way, the number of “things to do” total 7…the supposedly “magical number”. Lucky, eh? ;)

Troubled by Thyroid

Thyroid has become as common as dirt now. Every second person has it, and my body decided it had to jump the thyroid bandwagon too.

Oh, by the way, the latest range for TSH is now 0.3-3.0. The debate still rages on in medical circles.

The long and short of my story is that I’ve got hypothyroid (yes, it’s the one that makes you fat and no, I haven’t turned into an elephant) and I’ve learnt how to manage it. Here’s how:

·         Take your medicine regularly and as soon as you wake up. I keep mine near my bed along with a bottle of water.

·         Move your body as often and as much as possible to improve your mood

My schedule: I walk up the stairs (so what if it’s two flights!), take my dog out for a minimum 15-minute walk (morning and evening), play TT when I can, and do simple stretches after I pop my pill.

·         Eat small, healthy meals at regular intervals to boost your metabolism

I have breakfast between 7-7.30 AM, a juice or snack at 10.30 AM, lunch between 12-12.30 PM, snacks at 4 PM, and dinner by 8 PM. Never let your tummy be hungry! J

That’s it. Just follow the above steps and you’ll see your symptoms disappearing within three weeks. One thing’s for sure…you cannot practice any one of the above in isolation; they have to go hand-in-hand.

Nobody believes me when I explain I have “the one that makes me fat” just because I’m slim. But I know what a fight it’s been and what a long way I’ve come.

So even if you’re fat and bloated, in the depths of depression, tired beyond belief, and experiencing crazy mood swings – know that there is hope, know that it is easily manageable. I did it and so can you. After all, “We are of one blood, you and I” – Rudyard Kipling.

Woof woof, cough cough

The problem of taking your dog for a walk when you have a severe cough is that people glare at your dog for his incessant barking, when it’s actually you coughing…I got several such stares and glares when I took Rusty for his usual morning walk.

And the people here are just so mean. There was this moment when I was doubled up and slightly staggering on the road….I mean, I could have been having a heart attack or something. But did anyone even bother to ask? No. They all just walked past me staring at me like I’m an escaped lunatic. One little girl actually giggled. For heaven’s sake people should get a grip. That’s NOT how you behave when you see a potential heart patient!

But hey, this is my first bit of news that happened in the years I stopped blogging…I got a dog! Actually, my Mum got one. Bored of sitting at home alone (she’s retired) while my Dad and I went off to work, my Mum decided she wanted to adopt a pup. So just like that we just adopted a puppy from the road. Now he has his own papers and all...he's a legal fella.

When I first saw him, he was among his brothers and sisters looking at some distant object. He looked semi-alert and shit scared. Then a crow gave out a harsh caw. Rusty shot off at great speed and hid under a car. I was like Uh oh! I doubt if Mum could handle a dog who takes off like that. But then I saw his eyes...beautiful, clear, green eyes...and it was love at first sight for me.

I guess I have a thing for eyes. Whether it’s a man, a dog or a cat, the eyes really make me fall for them. Anyway, so that’s how we brought Rusty home, who has since then become a really important member of our family. I’ll try putting up some pics now…but my Net’s decided to do the snail walk. Let’s see.

Bow wow till then! :)

Back again :)

This time I refuse to make any promises because I realize I suck at keeping them. This could just be a one-off post or I may start blogging again regularly. I really don't know, so I'm keeping it open :)

A lot has happened over the years. I don't feel like delving into the past now, but bit by bit it may all come out. At present I have a temperature that rises and falls whenever it wants to, and a cold that loves me. The holiday today gave me a chance to rest and since I dislike “resting”, here I am typing away.

I just reread the first line and the all too familiar feeling of guilt streaks through me. Damn, that feeling cuts like a knife. The first line is a bloody understatement. I don’t keep ANY of my promises. Still, I guess there’s time for me to improve. Maybe I can keep a Promise Book to maintain a record…or maybe I should just learn to say no.

Sheesh, this is a pretty gloomy comeback post I can see. I guess I’ll lighten up once the cold gets better. It doesn’t help when you begin your morning watching The Descendants. And this was followed by Letters to Juliet, which was absolute crap. Oh well, to each his own, I suppose. I bet some girl must’ve cried her eyes out when a couple meets after 50 years. Unrequited love is something that won’t move the heart (whose existence I doubt) of a cold person like me.

Anyway, since I don’t seem to have much to say right now, maybe I’ll be back later. When I find my tongue. And sense of humour. Toodles! :)