From MAGGI to MEALS

Not much of a post...
I was reading all of my old posts and just laughed and laughed. I'm so glad that I did this blog, because it was so nice to go back and relive those memories! Thanks to Rashmi I'm hoping I'll feel inspired now to keep it up again. Well…who knows???

Housewife is a Profession too!

Honestly speaking…I am finally getting a handle on my life. I'll tell you depression can take a toll and sometimes you don't even realize it. It can creep up on you and turn you into someone you never knew you could be.

Maggi is no more a part of lunch/dinner for me. Maggi was a part of my life b4 marriage. Sharing maggi with co-workers @ lunch time and njoying it with my family is the bestEST moment ever in my life... Though...Meal is now all about a perfect plate of rice/dal/curry/yoghurt/salad n all...
I'm not a perfect house keeper. I try to keep it clean. I sweep, vacuum and dust almost every day, but it doesn't look like a museum either ;) But when this depression set in, my house began to look like I didn't care anymore. You know I didn't go on any medication, I simply started video chatting to all my people. Weekly and now, daily. I got out of depression now. I feel glad whenever I think about my loving husband. I have one kid “My husband”. My life is looking really good right now. So why was it I was unhappy. Because I didn't take time out for me! Or say, I didn’t take time out for blogging.

Girls, you have to put yourself first. If you don't take care of you, no one will. (Here…I miss my mom badly:( .Before marriage, I used to have a career, work out, stayed healthy and fit, had a social life, took time out for a bath and a book. But things do change after marriage. I no longer have a schedule to follow, I get lazy basically, I gained weight, I lost contact with many of my associates, and I quit taking time for myself unless it was on the laptop. The laptop became my escape. Problem was it took me away from the house, my health and my routine. That wasn't good.

Today I have a schedule again. You may think well why, you're only a house wife. Because being a house wife is like any other profession. If you want it to work you need to run it like a well oiled machine. Which includes every element I need to feel like I am functioning at my best. Once again I have a career (Now a bit of family life, roamin around Int City) health and fitness, a social life(though less communities than before), and a little time for me and for hubby.

This part will continue soon with new situations and few of my experiences as a house wife :) Waiting for the day to come with lots and lots of fun which wud leave back beautiful memories so that I can come back n blog it:)

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