Will we see our pets again ?

I was reading a Guideposts article on ” do pets go to heaven”? and I wanted to write this post. What do you believe ?

Will we meet our furry friends again ? Can we tell them how much we love them and they are still in our memories ? Or have they all turned to dust ?

I connect more to animals than to human beings, I feel. I can spend hours with them when I sick of human company after short periods of time. They are good for a hug, a kiss or a cry over. They stand by you through thick and thin. They are our best friends for ever and I believe that is true, literally.

When we cross over to wherever our permanent abode is, I believe we will find our pets or the animals we met during life waiting for us.

What do you believe ?pet-dog-cat

88 kgs today

Hey people,

Today morning I stood tall and stepped on my weighing machine- and it showed 88 kgs- I am down 2 kgs since I last posted- 

It has been a tough month- trying my best to watch what I ate and drinking lots of water but at first it was no good – finally something has given and I am 2 kgs down. No, no exercise- I didn’t feel like it – hundreds of excuses, so I am not posting any here.

Starting a new month soon, so hope to be down another 2 kgs by the end of September.

weight loss assistant

Snatches of conversation

My boss had to see her daughter off yesterday. Yesterday was the first day of my resolution to lose the 90 kgs that is packed on my frame, remember ?

A couple of my colleagues ( not the work bully, who has taken some time off for summer) decided to give the boss a treat yesterday during lunch time.

So they decided to take her out to lunch- though I am shy, I got invited too ! I needn’t spend all those hours looking at the computer at office- so I welcomed the break.

Kathy drove to a mall a couple of miles away and the grieving boss and the other colleague, four of us, took off at noon. We found a place to eat at the mall- the restaurant is placed inside a furniture shop, on the first floor. The decor was quaint and the furniture ( all for sale) doubled up as the hotel furniture too. I wonder what happens if someone actually wanted to buy some of the furniture and it was being used by a family at that time.

We seated at a table for four, overlooking a balcony, which gave us a view of the furniture shop below and all around us.

4 women eatingMy boss is a divorcee with two grown children who she has left back in her home country, both are college students. Even though she works here, her heart and mind are with her children. After a 2 month summer break, her daughter had returned to her college and the mum and daughter were grieving. My boss reacts to grief in a peculiar way- she works harder and sits in her office for longer hours, much past office timings. She feels she has nothing to look forward to, after going home, so she prefers to be a workaholic.


But she wishes she were someplace else- she was talking to us about her dreams and aspirations. We sensed a sorrow in her thoughts and it was not entirely due to her daughter going off. Kathy diagnosed it and perhaps correctly as ” loneliness”- maybe my boss needed a special someone in her life.

Kathy announced that she was searching for a suitable friend for my boss- she said she was looking for a professional, perhaps an engineer or a lawyer, who played golf, who would do the salsa and take my boss Cyn for long drives or on travels. We added attributes to her list- I added – the physical ones, tall, dark, handsome, and someone who would take care of Cyn- perhaps someone who would cook and look after the housework too.

house husband

Cyn smiled through it all.  She never said a word.

And then it was Kathy’s turn. Kathy is into swimming and snorkeling- most of her spare time being spent in water. She enjoys water sports but she has a kind heart too. She teaches disabled people swimming during all her free time. She runs a not-for-profit organization here and it has  a  wide outreach. Kathy talked about her room mate and co-swimming coach, who came from impoverished conditions in his home country. Her room mate was one person who ate only when he was hungry- she said. All his impulses were towards keeping alive and not for living to eat.

swimming coach

Interesting thoughts- set me thinking. I literally live to eat- it seems most of my day is spent on thinking about food. Thoughts about food and how it controls my life, govern my life. It seems I spend most of my waking hours, wondering how much this food was setting me back in my weight loss battle and here was this man, who just ate – because food to him, was just fuel and nothing else.

Kathy showed us pictures of their meal of the night before- a plate of fish, shiny and silvery and then another picture of the fish bones. That’s  it. That was their meal.

I thought- if I could eat like that, it would be wonderful. If only I could control my obsessions with food.

food obsession

Maybe, if I conditioned my mind to think like Joey, Kathy’s friend- I could too achieve the impossible and lose the first 2 kilos of my battle of the bulge.

Battle of the bulge

See what a day out with colleagues taught me- to think of food as fuel and not as a full time obsession.

Hitting 90 and going strong

Weighed myself this morning and the scales show me tipping them at 90 kgs. Now that is a lot of weight for a woman to carry around. The funny thing is, when I look in the mirror, I can’t see where all the 90 kgs is stored on me.

weighty woman

I don’t think my cheeks are any rounder nor my chin. My neck is as thin as it should be and there are no extra folds of skin that I can see. Now where is all that fat on me ?

woman looking in mirror

The only way I know I am fat and have gained a lot of weight is because my clothes don’t fit me any more. I have needed new tops because the old ones are a little tight around the arms.


For some reason I tend to put on weight on my hands and my wrists and perhaps even my tummy and my back.  So I had new blouses and tops – I consoled myself saying, I needed the new clothes because I am working once again and need to look good. Its not like when I was staying at home- people look at you and I need people to admire me .


And then my preferences starting changing I have started recently to like wearing trousers with elastic holding them up- no more do I love those with hooks or buttons or zippers- they are totally out of date. I have invested in new “tights”, loose trousers which can be tied up in the middle and so on but elastic is my new friend.

trousers no no trousers with elastic

And so this morning, I stand at 90 kgs.

I need to bring some accountability into my life. I have indulged in some sweets, well, on occasion. I thought no one would know. eating-sweets-300x300The sad thing is my body knows and it shows it- on the weighing scale.

Also my sedentary job is not so good for my  behind, it seems to be making it more round and ample.

Now I have a few resolutions and I am enlisting support from my online community to help me keep them.

  1. Eat healthy- ( if possible) at all times.
  2. Ignore hunger pangs- ( at least sometimes)- after all your 16 year old daughter does it so very well on her school days.
  3. Look away and say no to sweets- my number one enemy.

Sweet temptations no no

4. And next in line but very importantly, start moving. Try to move at least two rounds around my university every hour. That should be enough of exercise to keep me moving through the day.

5. Stop worrying about things outside my control- I have a habit of pathologically worrying about my weight and I have been doing things ever since I can remember – maybe, since my 10th year.
I am sure the worry itself is fattening.

stop worrying

6. And last but not the least, keep up with my resolutions- I am victim to another not-so-good habit and that is back tracking- when things don’t go my way- I give up.  I need to keep going on.

Hopefully by the end of August, I will be 2 kgs down- and the scales will show a 88kgs.

Is it wishful thinking ? Share your thoughts- can I do it ?