Explaining life as it is
The Struggle Is Real
Independence. Motivation. Consistency. Freedom. All of these are some of what I am currently lacking. Four years ago, I completely transformed my life. I moved out for university and was finally able to fulfill my goal of living a healthy lifestyle. Being Indian, almost everyday my mum cooked Indian dinners, which we all know is unhealthy. I was a big girl and very uncomfortable in my own skin. Therefore, once I moved out, I gained independence and the freedom to do as I desire. I started off by filling up my fridge and cupboards with food which is good for you with the occasional treats. I found healthier substitutes and the best thing I ever did was plan my meals. I tracked my calorie intake and the macros. You would be surprised with how easily we can overeat. I noticed results fairly quickly and with the increase in confidence, I joined the gym. With the diet on track, I was able to focus on my workouts. I started of going once a week and gradually ended up going 5-6 times a week after a year or so. It became an addiction. Everyone noticed my results and the best part of all of this is I didn't follow these special diets. I ate anything I wanted in moderation.
The First Time
I remember the first day I met you like it was yesterday. I truly believe it was to do with fate us being in the same uni class and in the same project group. From the first look at you, I found you interesting. I wanted to know more about you but was too shy. I only engaged in conversation with you when other people initiated it. Months went by before I managed to build up the courage to talk to you. I would find reasons to text you and use studying as an excuse to spend time with you. We clicked instantly. Our conversation went from talking about studying to talking about each other. We got to know each other. Not long after, the banter and teasing began. I finally found a male best friend. First year of uni was over and to celebrate, we went to Blackpool before the summer started. I would do anything to relive that day. I will never forget how the rides ruined your hair and how much it annoyed you. The first summer after meeting you was the longest summer of my life. A day didn't go by where I didn't think about you. I posted pictures on Instagram and whenever you liked or commented, I had the biggest smile on my face. That got me through the summer.
Family or Enemy?
Growing up, I was always told that family will always stand by you regardless of what happens and that friends should not be trusted. For years, I believed this statement.
Don't we all miss the days where we were carefree children? We didn't have to stress about paying our bills, finding a job, working to build our future and balancing our personal life. All we wanted to do was to have fun and play with other children, but little did we know how challenging adulthood was going to be.
'You are Fat!'
People define women and men by their appearance. Some people can't see beyond the outer shell. Due to this reason, there are many heartbreaks. A large number of guys emphasise certain areas and when a woman doesn't match up to that standard, she becomes insecure. On top of this, it is so easy for someone to call you fat without realising how badly it will impact you mentally.
Being born in an Indian family has its pros and cons. Lets start with some of the pros. Learn how to cook just by watching your mother Eating homemade Indian meals unlimited times Dress up in beautiful outfits Best wedding parties Massive family which means there isn’t a dull moment During festivals and events the most common gift is money Brought up to be respectful and generous towards others
My Go-To Breakfast
Breakfast can be a difficult meal at times. Most people miss breakfast because they either don’t have time to cook in the morning as they are running late or they are too lazy. It is important to get these nutrients into your body for a smooth day. You need energy to function and this will only come from the food and drinks you consume.
There is no doubt that people come and go. Very few of the people we meet we call our friends. But how well do we know them?