Professional food taster, perhaps?

21 05 2012

They say that you should look at the people’s lives you envy to figure out what would your ideal life be. I have always envied the lives of Professional Travel Bloggers and Professional Yogis (a contradiction in itself).

I envy people who can travel around the world and get paid for it. I also envy those people who go around the world eating different foods and getting paid for it as well. I envy people who get to go around the world and teach yoga and get paid for it.

I am just building a draft of my ideal life – I’m sure the draft will evolve as time goes on.

Some things that have been coagulating in my head are as follows –

I want to have lots of travel, yoga, and food in my ideal life.

I want to meditate every day for an hour or two.

I want to do yoga for two to three hours.

I want to dance in different places around the world.

I want to have no set hours when I have to get up and go to work.

I want to get paid for writing out my thoughts in a blog. I earn enough money from my blog to sustain my lifestyle of travel.

I want to have lots of reading in my life, reading amazing books from all around the world.

I want to spend time on self-improvement, learning new languages and skills, and exploring the inner crevices of my mind.

That’s just what is in my head right now. Let me know what you think below.





Living the slow life in the city

14 05 2012

I agree with you when you say that I have a Type-A personality. I am in constant motion, in constant movement. I hide it well, under the facade of yoga and meditation, but I am on the go for 18 hours a day, straight through, every day, even on weekends. Eventually the system breaks down and cries out for rest, which is what happened when I got an infection last week. Any illness or sickness in general means the system’s run down, as the immune system is not up to par.

I was thinking on my way to the office today – what about the slow movement? Why hasn’t it pervaded any of my friends’ circles? Is it because we are the generation of Internet and fast food, and iPhones and High definition? We are moving fast, and faster everyday.

Is it possible to live the slow life in a big city? Or do we have to move to a farm outside cities, and give up everything in order to live a slow life? That’s a question that I really want to answer.

I know it doesn’t seem like an important question to some, but to me, it is THE question to answer right now. I am living a fast life, but I believe, I really, truly believe, it is possible to live a slow life in a big city. How do we do that? Some suggestions are below, but if you have any more, please add them into the comments section.

1. Give up your car. Just having a car means you want to get to places faster. Taking the bus, biking or walking slows things down significantly.

2. To follow giving up your car, you have to live close to your work. Walking or biking just doesn’t work, when your commute by car itself is an hour long.

3. Reduce your wants – that means you are not spending a lot of time working in order to pay off your bills. You are using your time to live, instead of living to pay off bills, for things you do not have time to use.

4. Slow food – cooking a meal and sitting down to slowly savor it is in my opinion one of the best ways to live in the moment.

What else?

 





Feeling the blues

29 05 2011

I am feeling blue. Extremely sad. The weather outside is thunder and lightning. And it is the same inside of me. I am feeling hopeless today, hopeless about the future, and I am never like that. I am the most optimistic person on the planet. But I feel sad today. Sad with the way things are going. I am not happy at the moment. I am not controlling the sadness, I am letting the tears flow. I do not want to pretend to be happy. I want to feel what I am feeling.

I have noticed that I am so much more sensitive to my body and its moods, the more yoga I do. I don’t know what it is about yoga. But I feel every emotion so much more sharply than I did before. I am more in tune with myself, my hormones, my moods. And of course, feeling all the emotions works well when I am up, but when I am down, it just means I am really down. I am blue in the bluest sense of the word. I can’t help it. I cannot get myself going when I am in one of those sad moods. I don’t feel like going to yoga, or eating or reading, three of my favorite things in the world. IF I saw stop doing any of these three, you know I am dead. Dead inside or going to that state very soon. It is something at the core of me. I need to do the three, eat, read, and yoga.

Of course, being rejected by every man alive after they get to know me after three dates doesn’t help the situation. I feel blue because I don’t understand why they wouldn’t want to be with me. I am a cool person. I am intelligent, beautiful and in great yoga shape. I can hold a conversation, I am independent, I do not need to be taken care of and I am classy. Why doesn’t anyone want to be with me? I drive men away. I do not know what I do but I drive them away somehow. And that makes me sad.

And of course being at home is great, but the travel bug is inside of me, it doesn’t refuse to let go. I want to go traveling as soon as possible. I am working hard at saving, but still the time when I can go is still so far.

Writing it down in this journal style format helps a lot. I feel a thousand times better after I tell the universe, I am blue. Its therapeutic, and I feel like I am being heard. Thank you for listening to me be blue. Hope you are feeling better on this rainy night.

 





Meat to Vegetables

20 03 2011

I was reading the Toronto Vegetarian Association website and there is some great information there. I really am thinking of slowly transitioning into a semi-vegetarian diet. I might still occasionally have tuna or salmon and free-range eggs, but besides that I am thinking of completely cutting out meat. It is going to be extremely hard for me to become a vegetarian. Living with my family who are avid meat-eaters and hanging out with friends who all eat a lot of meat, I would have a hard time resisting. The funny thing is that, I have been resisting the meat for the past week without any ill consequences. There are meat/chicken dishes in the fridge and I have completely avoided them by eating either the lentil soup that my mum made, or tuna sandwiches or nutella sandwiches. Anything to avoid the meat. And really, I haven’t even missed it.

Working at a chicken wing restaurant though, I smell it everyday. I am amazed I haven’t succumbed and bought some wings. But really, I haven’t had the desire to. The important thing there is that I bring food to work. If I have food in containers, healthier food, cheap food, then I have no incentive to spend $5 to buy some unhealthy food. I have to remember every single time to pack lunches. In a long seven hour shift, sometimes I need to eat twice. Then, I eat my food that I packed and eat some of the healthier options they have, like a veggie wrap.

It is interesting though, how just in my lifetime, I have noticed the insurgence of meat-eating and especially restaurant eating. When we were younger, we went out to eat maybe four or five times a year. Just for birthdays and special occasions. But now, we order from outside at least once a week, if not twice. It is still better compared to a lot of people who eat out 4-5 times a week, in addition to eating out for lunch at work. And when we were younger, meat/chicken was a rarity. We ate mostly vegetables and lentils for our meals. Fish was a rare occasion meal as well. But now, we have begun to eat meat at every meal.

I have noticed that I smell better all over as well, due to my change in habits. My nether regions as well as my armpit has a different smell to it. A sweeter smell somehow. I used to think that I cannot survive without meat. I need it to stay strong and to keep my iron levels up, but I really do not. They were all just excuses.

I am not going to turn completely crazy and avoid meat/chicken completely. I will occasionally indulge in it, and I will not become one of those vegetarians who begins preaching at every meal to everyone around them. Lets see how long it lasts.





Starting my own vegetable garden

16 03 2011

I am in a weird mood today. I don’t really know why. I have a few things I would like to discuss in this blog. Forgive me if I move around from topic to topic. Yesterday, out of the blue, an idea that had been brewing in my head for a while came to fruition. I had been thinking for a while that the older I grow, the less I make anything on my own.

When I was younger, we would have a home-made greeting card for every special occasion. All of us still have all of those home-made cards made with a lot of care and creativity. I haven’t made one in ages. I do paint and write, but I feel like I don’t make anything substantial. Like I don’t make my own clothes, or make some wood-work item or pottery. I decided that I would like to start my own vegetable garden in the backyard. It has a feel of something leading up to independence. I feel like I would be less dependent on evil Wal-mart and other grocery retailers if I grew my own food. Also, I feel that North Americans are so disconnected from where our food comes from. I have never been on a farm, worked on a farm, or know what farming is about. I would really like to learn more about the whole process of it, I think it will connect me more to the food on my plate, than anything else. I was really pleased with the idea. I knew that it was one of those ideas that people would scoff at. Who needs to grow their own food anymore, when you can easily go to the grocery store and buy it for cheap? I felt extremely afraid for the idea in my head. A lot of times I have these amazing, healthy, passionate ideas and then I talk about them too much and they dwindle down to nothing from all the negativity and ‘realism’ of people. I did not want this to happen to this idea.

I was also really afraid of starting my own garden. I felt completely inadequate to the task of farming. I am a pretty brave person in general, but the idea of digging a hole in the ground and putting a seed in, made me jittery at the thought of it. I was fearful. I don’t know why. I decided to read about it online, to give me some hope and came upon the amazing website, You Grow Girl. Could there be anything more perfect? The website is for people like me who are beginners who need encouragement, who need to be told that anyone anywhere can be a gardener.

I decided to share my idea with my family. I felt apprehensive about it, but I did it anyway. And of course, they were negative about it. They are really intelligent people, but they have Type-A personalities. They are driven, focused, achievement-oriented, perfectionists. I want to start gardening to connect with nature, to connect with myself as a result. I feel like any kind of perfectionism or achievement-labels on it, would cause it to ruin in value for me. I want it to be fun and easy-going. I want to begin slowly and then build a base from it. I want to be able to make mistakes, learn from it and grow.

I am definitely going to grow my own garden. I am really excited about it. I will write more about it once I know the details.





Shortage mentality (Hoarder part 3)

2 02 2011

Continuing on in the same vein, I wanted to talk about the third type of hoarding mentality that I have witnessed in my family and in myself several times. It is the hoarding of money. I have this thing about saving up money. It gives me a great deal of pleasure, almost orgasmic to have save money. It must come from my childhood where I was commended for saving and abused for spending. Spending is always bad, saving is always good. I would see that several times in my parents, where they would spend mostly only on essentials and investments. No spending on luxuries and definitely no spending on non-essentials. Why do you need another pair of shoes, when you already have seven? Why would you need anything that you already have some of?

This mentality serves you well only if you do not take it too far. Spending on non-essentials is stupid, when you already have seven of them in the closet, not being used. One of those things in my closets is coats. I love winter coats. I have seven winter coats. All in perfect condition. I usually use one of them a lot and the rest just sit there gathering dust. I sometimes bring them out and use them once or twice in the year, but usually they just sit there. One of my resolutions was to make sure I do not buy winter coats for at least five years. I have coats of every style possible, a leather coat, a red coat for style, a fat long down-filled coat for really cold days, a snowboarders’ jacket for the hills, a brown plaid coat for business style, a purple jacket which I use most often, and finally, a beautiful orange lumberjack-style jacket which is again for style. So many coats to choose from, why do I keep buying more? So now no more. I haven’t bought a new coat in about 3 years. It has worked really well for me. I haven’t need for it so I haven’t bought it.

The second thing I have loads of is shoes of all shapes and sizes. I must have about a hundred pairs of shoes in my closet. Just a rough estimate. This is shared between my sister and I. We have heels galore. Boots galore. Sandals galore. Flipflops galore. But stupidly, I did not have a single pair of good winter boot, that did not leak. Dumb, right? Living in a country where it is cold 8 months of the year, I did not have indulge myself and get a good pair of boots. That is what I do. Or used to do. Spend on all things unneeded, but then get cold feet when I have to spend some good money on something that will last a while, that I need. This year, I haven’t bought the crazy amount of shoes I normally. I bought a pair of ankle booties for business interviews. And my lacey tights. And I bought a pair of amazing Pajar winter boots. Beautiful, huh? And oh so comfortable. Warm and not a single drop of water enters the boots no matter what the weather outside. They were an amazing buy, the most expensive winter boots I have bought, the last one I bought were 26$ from Walmart which lasted me 8 years. Worth it and I’m glad I bought them. Because they were definitely a need. Anyone who has walked home with soggy ice-filled boots, frozen painful toes, knows what I am talking about.

But getting back to saving money. I will no longer save money obsessively not spending money on going out with friends, or on little indulgences. We are working 9-5 so we can have money to buy the things that we need, and somethings that we want. To a limit, it is important to spend money on yourself, to show yourself that you are important. Spending money on others is easy, spending on oneself is necessary. Especially when your whole family has a hard time doing the same. You have to really train yourself.

More to come on this soon.





Shortage Mentality – Hoarder (part 2)

1 02 2011

As I mentioned before, I am the kind of person who hoards food, or at least tries to hoard it, unsuccessfully. But I have no attachment to other things, like clothes, or shoes, or handbags. I do not have any problem donating my unused or overused items to Salvation Army.

My mother and sister on the other hand are major hoarders of items. It could be any item. It could clothes, handbags, shoes, mayonnaise jars, yoghurt containers, old cutlery and cups from the 80′s, etc. My mother is so good at taking care of items and keeping them, that she still has most of the furniture she had from when she was married in 1979. Some of it is still being used by us or some relatives of ours. Sofas,  and persian carpets. Some of it is sitting in our basement, or cold room, waiting for the day when they will be donated to some unsuspecting charity.

We have a lot of stuff. To say that would be an exaggeration. Not valuable stuff. Maybe some of it has value as to have some memories associated with it, but besides that, I wouldn’t say that it has any monetary value. But most people in the world have a lot of stuff. At least in the Western world, although, believe me, the Asian countries, at least India, is working hard to accumulate as much as the Westerners have.

The problem with all of this stuff is where to store it? People I know have spent hundreds every year storing their unused items. Lockers and Storage facilities make loads of money just from those people who have all of this stuff, that they think they will use when they move into a bigger house, but just ends up going to a landfill, because either it is too old by the time they get used, or everyone usually ends up getting new items for a new home. Why wouldn’t you, when you dont have to pay anything, not even the taxes for a few years at a time with all the deals going around?

My food hoarder mentality causes me to pack the pounds on my body which isn’t healthy. But the stuff hoarder mentality isn’t far from being unhealthy either. All of the stuff causes you to worry about its safety. Is it safe? Will it be stolen? Should I get a security system for it? Worrying about all your stuff causes you to buy more stuff because you are worried about your previous stuff. Isn’t shopping supposed to help with your worry? It is after all a source of endorphins.

Maybe the better thing for both kind of hoarders would be to go do a nice round of Hot Yoga. At least you will stop thinking about food and stuff for a bit, and balance out your life a bit.

A good book about stuff is by Anne Leonard, The story of Stuff. It really opened up my eyes on a lot of mundane items that we use daily without thinking, but these items have a really high impact on the environment, just for that unthinking use. Check it out!

Think about what you hoard in your life and try to understand why. Whenever you start storing an item, think about if you will ever use it. Seriously, think about it. If you are not going to use for a year, consider giving it away to someone who will be able to use it better than you. Donate it to charity, there are hundreds out there looking for every benefit you can give them. I’m sure you will be better off for it, and they will as well.





Shortage mentality (Hoarder)

30 01 2011

I have an issue with shortage of food. I get worried that there will not be enough and I will starve for at least one meal, get all cranky, get a headache, not be good company for anyone around, and generally be in a mess. In addition, it makes me feel like I will have to spend money to buy some food from outside, and that will ruin the budgeting that I have set up for my life in general.
It is a weird issue. It doesn’t make any sense. I have never had any food shortages. My parents always made sure that we had a lot of food in the house, snacks, and otherwise. No matter what the state of the world might be, we always had amazing quality food in the fridge at home.

I dont know where this weird mentality comes from. I wonder about that a lot. Even when I am at home, I will eat, and then wonder if I have eaten enough. What if I get hungry in a bit? And at that point there is no food, or whatever? I mean, that is not normal thinking. You could say that it is just me being greedy and eating too much and then justifying it by saying it is due to a mental block. I dont know about that. Whenever I am overeating, I am thinking of the future. Not of the present. I am not enjoying the food. I am thinking in terms of hibernation. Or storage. I’m thinking ahead, so to speak. Too bad, you cannot save the glucose in your blood stream. It goes down eventually, no matter how much you overeat. And then, you have to eat again.

In addition, I cannot be one of those people, who go all day without eating, and are all merry to boot. They are cheery, happy, gay. They are happy to be alive. They do not get affected by missing one, two or even three meals. They go hard, and still accomplish all their goals. Me on the other hand, I am a nervous wreck, chattering nonsensically, biting everyone’s head off, cranky, irritable, and in no mood to do any mental or physical labor. Need food. That is the only thing I would be able to think of. Food. Must get food.

Speaking of which, I must replenish the body’s glucose stores, right this very moment. Thank Goodness, I have been bestowed with a high metabolism from my parents. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be the size I am right now. Although, that could change as well, if I am not careful.





Another week down

7 08 2009

I dont know how I did it, but I got through another week by slogging and suffering through it all. I didn’t need to suffer so much, I could have done it with ease and comfort, but I like torturing myself unnecessarily. I am in no shape to go to the beach in a month – I dont really even eat that much – I am not interested in food nowadays – but I have stopped exercising – well,I haven’t exercised in a week – and I feel totally out of shape already. Its my thighs – I dislike them- I have always disliked them, they are humongous and I do not know how to trim them down. Well, I’m sure its pretty simple to trim them down – I want to travel partly so I can stop sitting in one spot all day in a office and lose some weight. Is that a bad reason to go travelling. Everyone has their own reason to go, and this is one of the smaller reasons of mine.

3 more weeks left – 15 more days and then after that I will have 10 days to spend with family and friends and packing and then I am off. To Sydney and Brisbane. Lets see how things work out. I wish people could all just be honest with each other, it creates such a lot of drama – trying to figure out what the person is actually trying to tell me. I’m clueless on these matters – I do not know what you really want – if you tell me that you want me to come with you, I will believe you, and if you say the opposite, I will believe you then as well. Please just tell me the truth – that you would rather puke than spend any more time with me, and I will leave as soon as possible, without any ill feelings towards you. I just wish we could be that honest with each other, especially if we have known each other for a billion years.

I hate sitting in this chair all day – it really bugs the hell out of me, I get restless and antsy and I start sighing, and I gain weight. My stomach and bum are getting bigger and bigger, even though I think I dont eat that much. But who knows if someone is eating a lot or not – with all the huge portion sizes that are out there nowadays.

For example, I went to Milestones for a work lunch and I got a lunch trio – which includes a half ciabatta sandwich, a small soup and a small salad. When I got the food, I looked at it, and I looked at what everyone else got, and mine looked like it was a kids’ meal. I was embarrassed a bit – and then I was happy, cos I had filled myself on appetizers. Yummy! But then I was eating it slowly as I always do, and I was really full and I hadn’t even finished the whole sandwich. It really proves the point that if you get a small serving or a large serving – but you are not told what size the serving is, you will fill full after both - because you will assume that you need the amount of food that is in your plate. This urge that we have to finish everything in our plate, even if the plate is meant for a 7 foot giant, isn’t healthy at all. It comes from all the parents of all the generations, encouraging their tiny toddlers to finish everything on their plates, to eat, and eat, and eat more.

Another weekend – I wonder what I will do – I have loads of books to read, I really just want to see my siblings for a bit and spend some time with them. Hope y’all have a good weekend!








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