*blink*

Instagram has opened me up to a world where men take countless selfies.

Old Habits

It's so impossibly hard to try on a pair of white shelled sunglasses and not look like Elton John.

Sigh.

The awkward moment at the polling agent training that you flip an Urdu handout over for the English translation and find none.

Sunday Morning

And then there are days when juicing isn't as glamorous. These are the days when I'm nearly out of supplies and unsure of what exactly remains in the fridge.

Though it's just as yum. The juicing process, from washing the vegetables, to cutting them... is so relaxing.

Maybe it's the anchor created with juicing. My mind anticipates my body feeling good really soon and I'm in a great mood.

Or maybe it's the smell of fruits and vegetables first thing in the morning.

Or seeing green, and the other colors.

Today wasn't as glamorous as the past 4 days, though it was more fun, with the element of surprise.

Typing all this out from my phone, I think I've got it bad.

So... Where Was I?

Day 1 of my juice fast, and I thought I should make this count. I'm writing down what I have in my juice in a journal.

It's part of a year-long commitment to healthy eating and forming habits that serve me best.

Now the journal. Is actually the same that I kept my wedding preparation notes in, waay back in '08.

From salon appointments for my bridal makeup, to wedding card invites, to gifts for Ryz and even my siblings, I had them all listed here.

So much fun looking through them. Did I really do so much? I remember running all these errands only because Ami wanted to do these things for my wedding, and I didn't want her to do them by herself.

And she did so much too. And it all fell into place, alhamdu lillah. Despite the innumerable lists and things to do.

5 years down and I still can't believe I'm married. To Ryz. Wow.

Here's a clip of Shireen Anwer's cooking classes that I attended, attached to my journal for easy reference.