Back to the Ground

For the past hmmm couple of months or more maybe , i’ve been away from the whole world, me and my husband (Khalid) were celebrating the new dress size i’m having these days, i can finally shop from every British shop, not yet from the fancy brand names but at least not plus sizes anymore. We’ve been shopping alot, hanging out alot and enjoying the company of our old friends here in Kuwait. I can say shopping is the best part of it all.. the rest gave me a bit of depression.

Khalid and I are very touchy people, we love to hold hands from time to time and admire each other when ever we feel like it and this got us in trouble in Kuwait, hanging out with our married friends isn’t helping at all, if i hold his hands they would say ” ga6a roo7ha 3aleeh” and when he is holding mine “3ala shino mayet 3aleeha, 3ayara” they don’t leave us alone. Khalid and I started to get hurt from what they are saying and we started to go out on our own again and he started to change. My husband used to be very romantic and makes me feel like his priority’s in life, today after months in Kuwait he has other priorities than his wife, he have to call his friends instead of talking to his partner, he has to cancel our dates because he can’t tell his friends he’s going out with his wife or they would make fun of him, and when he is with them he can’t talk to me because they wont stop teasing him.

Today his list of tasks everyday starts with his job, his friends, his family, his free time relaxing from his social life, then home to eat and sleep and maybe his wife. We are not talking to each other anymore, i wake up earlier than him, i sleep after him, we sleep next to each other, and each of us has his own life away from the other, its just the house that is bringing us back together despite the fact that no communication ever happens behind the doors nor romance. Our weekends are in our family’s house and usually men are separated from women as so i am with Khalid, on our friends wedding, we were separated too, in our gyms too. Nothing is bringing us back together.

After a long thinking i decided to step on my pride and do something to bring us back together so i sugested we go out on a date, just me and him in a private place … due to finance issues our private place was his car, we met there and cruised around the whole country. During that time i thought finally we can hold hands and be together in one car without having to go to two different places after words.  We started to talk and talk and talk and laugh for less than 15 minutes until his friends started to call every single minute, then his work, then again his friends and over and over and over … whats more annoying that those friends are usually his female friends, once they know he is out with me they make all kinds of jokes about us.

We couldn’t enjoy our time, or i couldn’t enjoy my time, he was on the phone and i was on his chest… until i got tired from sitting and we went home and fell asleep without saying anything to each other again. He was tried from talking on the phone, and i was tired from roaming around the country for 3 hours listing to his friends chat about their boyfriends, jobs etc.

Now I gathered my self and decided to let my emotion aside and start focusing on my own life, get my masters, find me a decent job, enjoy my weightloss process , meet my friends and make newer ones, enjoy my hobbies and let our relationship take its own path in either having us back together or grow apart.  Life is too short to be wasted like that.

Because of that I’m back to write my stories, back to the kuwaiti life style and i shall never be away again.. nothing is worth it.

Still working, still Aiming.

Wohooow it has been a while ha?!

Yeah life got really busy on my end of the world, I’ve been running like a headless chicken LOL . Hubby got the flu-thank god i didn’t catch it from him- and he was the sweetest when he was sick. My Family in law came over, i guess they couldn’t wait for the Honey moon to end so they would come. We had fun, they cooked some good food 😛 And the important part of it all.. my weight! Unfortunately i am the same weight, but i am not the same size, i am one size smaller which counts as success no?

I finally listened to my friend and signed up at the Y as they call it here. Or as it is known the YMCA … I have to admit that is the best thing i did to my self.

Imagine for 10 KD’s only i got a fully access to all workout machines from stationary bikes to high tech treadmills like the ones we have in Flex, champions and Elysium (life-fitness machines) and weight lifting equipments. Also there are two swimming pools, personal trainer, yoga, pillates, run fit, aerobics, squash, bike classes, etc. you name it they have it.

What really amazed me is their services, i mean for only 10 KD’s i got a personal trainer , back in Kuwait i had to pay 120KD’s for 12 sessions of personal training! but here i got it for 30 days for only 10 KD’s Oh gosh i am cheap 🙂

 Yeah i am really being cheap, i really blame it on marriage. You got married you have to pay.  Take it from me.

See you later my dear readers,

let me go get ready for another hectic day … ooh i miss Dala3 il Kuwait. Its really enough to have someone asking you ” hiiiiiii how are you doing today” even if they don’t mean it, it makes lots of difference.

Anyhow..

Cheerz

Obesety and Marriage

Back in school days.. all my friends where thin and beautiful, they all knew how to dance very nicely and talked like mature women – in that case i mean like my mother and her friends- they used to wonder who will get married first and how they want their husband to be like and the rest of prince charming thoughts of teenage girls.

On our graduation day from high school all the girls gathered and each one of them pointed her opinion on who will get married first.. they pointed on every single girl in the group and i was left out, counted as i will get married. Every one believed that i will never get married because of my big full figure, they all said “yeah you will be the last one to get married unless you lose your fat” I even remember once one of my friends’ aunts said ” Zeena shouldn’t think of her white dress, who wants a big girl” And there my weight loss fight started.

I always wondered what is wrong with big girls, we have feelings too , we can love better than those Modelish (superficial girls) ones, we can even make a man happy without spending all his bank account. Since then i started to meet big girls. I thought maybe the giggley fat is disgusting or maybe men built ideas in their head or maybe women build those ideas in mens head..! I wonder! i still do wonder.

I had 6 obese girl friends and 4 chubby ones they all got married while those girls from high school they are still single – i wish they get engaged soon .. and now out of our group one chubby girl (actually she is bigger than i am but she got covered and saved her fat from sparkling) is getting married soon too and not to forget i got married too. For some reason all the 10 fat girls bonded very well together even though we had very different backgrounds but our heavy looks made us understand each other very well.

One of the obese girls got married through family, her cousin. The rest of us got married from a pre-marriage relationships some were love others were attraction. The funny thing we all married athletes too ! how awkward specially in Kuwait athletic men usually have those certain modlish girls in their arms and they never respect girls like us.

Look at us today!

Even though i have some anger issues with my husband i still see the love sparks between us.

Now the question is, what is it about us that our men chose us? what is in common between our men? And how are they different from other Kuwaiti men?

Here is what we decided to do, each one of us decided to ask her hubby “why did you chose to marry me and not a modelish looking girl? The answers had one thing in commen, they all agreed that if they became muscular then we can be thin. Which i thought that is very fair from our hubbies side and very sweet.

Now here is my question to you, what about big women and Obese women that others don’t like?

Fight 13

Here we are fighting again over a piece of paper… yes an old receipt

Me: 7abeby do you want this receipt?

Him (drinking water to go out.. shouting) : Wagtah al7een .. i don’t know.. stop cleaning.. theba7teneey  ga3da 3ala bal3oomy

Me: – – – Ok i wont touch it (and i throw my things)

Him (giving me the paper) : khala9 khala9 ge6eeha.. o ge6ay hathool ba3ad

Me: Are you sure, this seems like a list

Him: ee ee mabeeha ma teftahmeen

Me, quite all the time until we left the house and walked to our dinner. 

Him: la3at chabdy ana betseer feney qor7a…  i will get heart attack… walla zeena you will bring me astrok….  bla bla bla

Once i was in bed tears covered my pillow… what the hell did i do.. we both were working for 17hours all day yesterday and he just came from the massage appointment i gave him.. what did i do? what have i done in the past month?!

So i asked him , what did i do to get all that?

He answered: 3asany amoot!

Hatha shfeeh! this is the 3rd time he says this word from the day we got married.

Dinner was bad, i stayed quite all the time until the next day.. he needs to understand what he is doing.

Today i woke up to see him sitting on the chair next to our bed holding a paper filled with red and pink hearts saying

” I’m Sowey “

and he had that baby look on his face, i couldn’t resist forgetting about our fight.. but he can’t keep on fighting in that way.

 His status on facebook was ” In love with wifey”

One Big Mistake

One big mistake i did.. i told him (min yoom ily tezawagna o ana sha3ry ye7et)

i never thought this would be something very bad to say, he cried, he actually cried like a baby… kisar kha6ry min galb.

I mean for some reason i loved him more, you know when a baby cries after you yell at him.. like with no voice bas dmoo3..? that was his face with is eyebrows making the number 8 in arabic.

Who would believe a masculine man would cry because of my words?!

Because i was too shocked i hugged him.. then a thought came to my mind and i had to ask him ” Are you sure you are Kuwaiti?” LOOL and i cracked up. Here his Kuwaitiness came out at me “7emday rabich eny a3ezech” LOL

And the rest was history.

My fool little husband has some good genes when it comes to emotions, i think i should ask my friends to isolate his genes and sell them to all women married to Kuwaiti grumpy men LOL!

This is Fight no. 12 since we got married.

Diet and Marriage

 

One thing i learned out of this experience, marriage and diet don’t go together..  specially when  your spouse is a great cook and his part time job is in-home chef, there is no way on earth i can lose this fat.Yet, Exercise and marriage work VERY WELL together , he nags alot.. i hit the gym and then we are happy .

Now i am on the 1400 cal diet, Thank god i can taste his yummy food, keeping a written diary of my food intake, fat grams per day and grams of carbohydrates per day. One thing shocked me, a subway tuna sandwich has 30 grams of fat, imagine you are eating two table spoons of butter .

I am aware of my food, i am aware of that i put into my stomach, we really need to get nutrition fact on all of our food in Kuwait, that’s the only way to know.

I noticed Toast has sugar, as well as fish fingers. Citric Acid, and other chemicals play an important role in slowing ones metabolism and  helps the fat to be stored instead of burned.

My sweet Dietitian gave me a pedometer which is always attached to my waist from the time i wake up until i sleep, i should have 10,000 steps per day.. and my steps range between 3,000 to 7,000 if i walked alot that day. This means i need 1:30 hours of walking daily just to reach 7,000 steps.

  • Current Weight: 100Kg 
  • Target Weight: 55 Kg
  • Kilos to lose: 45 Kg
  • Kilos to be lost per week: 1-2 Kg
  • Start Date: Oct 14th, 2007
  • Date to Target: May 6th, 2008
  • Grams of Carbs per day: 90 grams
  • Grams of Fat per day: 9 grams of fat
  • Grams of Protein per day: 18 grams
  • Vegetables intake per day: As much as i can at least three servings a day
  • Fruits per day: two
  • Milk: 2 servings a day (including cheese and yogurt) 

From now on, every day counts.

Marriage Diaries

And …

i got married..

huh! funny how much i hate it .. even though we were deeply in love before being together under one roof..once we got married and i had to share the same bed with him, my life turned around.

i can’t share my bed with him, he is evil when he is asleep

After two weeks of marriage, i sleep on the couch he gets the bed :S

Now that eid is close by i wish i wasn’t married, at least i would receive gifts!

Life is Good, life is yummy , life is great when you are single :p

To Hubby: please be an angel when you sleep

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