Is it one year already?
I have started hating people who say “ you know what – you look good even like this”. I am hanging on dearly to my sexy white jeans (size 2 BTW – Oh Yes!) in hope that I will one day be able to easily slip into them again. I hang my skinny clothes right in front of my eyes so that I feel guilty while eating that trifle pudding. All this – not helping much. Maybe I am waiting for my “call”. Some voice from above telling me to get my fat self onto a treadmill.
My little boy turns one year old on 18th March, 2008. Finally the poor chap will see the world in a different light all together – with salt in his food. I am sure first time he tastes it, he is going to be like “damn woman, you have been feeding me crap for the last eight months!” He will have to pay the price for having a nutritionist as a mom. Can you believe that he has already started eating fenugreek leaves in his rice? How can I expect him to love me after having done this to him?