It started within the recent fasting months (Ramadhan)
Regardless of how late I reached home, I still made an effort to cook favorite dishes of my beloved. Its so satisfying to see them enjoying my cooking. For the first time in many years, I didn't visit the Ramadan Bazaar. I chose to do the cooking. Although I am not a good cook, I still believe that my family will remember the moment of us breaking our fast together, eating home cook dishes, which prepared with lots of love.
Ramadhan has past, but preparing home cooked dishes continue. Coming back from work is no longer a time to rest. Cook ..eat..clean..clean.. and clean. Before retiring to bed, selectively, I hand wash my clothing too, as I don't trust the launderette to handle them, especially those of a soft materials.
House chores were never been my favorite, but I have no choice at this moment, since my maid went back to her hometown.
Going around every corner of my little house with wet towel wasn't an easy task physically and mentally, especially seeing the towel getting darker and darker. I realized then how much dust had been accumulated and which corner was never been touched by my helper. I am blaming it to myself for leaving the house chores totally handled by her.
When I completed the cleaning tasks, I could feel the difference in the air that I breathed. hhhmmmmmhhh…. so satisfying.
Talking about ‘hoarder’, I’ve never learned the word until I watched a documentary, one day. Clearing the unused items in my house reminded me of that documentary. I closed one eye and dumped lots of stuff into the waste basket. That wasn't easy for me to do. Then I realized that, I was quite a hoarder.
“I’ve just got to stop it” I thought to myself.
“Stop bringing more items into the house” I kept reminding myself.
BUT… they only lasted a month if not less.
Let me tell you what happened……………
The cause……………….I decided not to renew my membership at the gym & I am on medication to treat Hyperthyroid & I started taking vitamins that I need, based on my doctor’s advice, which giving me more energy and more appetite to eat..eat…and eat…
The implication……………..I gained weight and now ‘almost’ going towards a non-proportionate shape.… You know what I mean…. M-top and XL-bottom. “Is your wife pregnant?”.. my neighbor asked my hubby recently. (big laugh) I was not shocked though.
The solution…………… TBP : to be planned. (I mean..not the pregnancy… but the solution.
The workaround ………………. change my wardrobe and keep all the shrunk (I wished) clothing aside, JUST IN CASE IF I EVER RETURN TO THAT SIZE AGAIN. At this time, the motto ‘Stop bringing more items into the house’ didn't, however, having no helper in the house, I only buy clothes made of materials that doesn't need a pressing. Phew….At least I know I still have the smartness in me.
That answered why I couldn't spend much time blogging.
ops..!! I have something on the stove.. gotta run..!!!
