Just do it

The guy in the screen looked back at me and asked me: “why do you want to write?”

-“I don’t know!” I mumbled. my voice went a little up as I said:”I guess I always wanted to write…”.

That’s not good enough! why do want to write?!

-“I, I…, I want to share my opinion, I want to write my voice! I want to create worlds, different worlds, where people can go to and experience other feelings. I want to present a different point of view of those who are available, I want to know if others are thinking the same, I want to know if people agree with me or not, I want to better exist through writing…

“Good!” he interrupted, “then why don’t you write!”



What my one year old eats

What my one year old eats

There is a question that I get asked all the time from mommies with younger babies, that question is: What should I feed him?

I wanted to write this post because I have a system that works for me and I don’t know if  everyone else knows about it. My pediatrician had helped me to come up with this system, it makes it so easy for me to prepare her meals instantly  without having to overthink it or worry if she’s having too much of one thing and not enough of another.
Allow me to tell you first the general idea, then finish with my go to meals in the order of my personal preference.
In my head I have the food divided into: Fruits, vegetables, protein ( mostly animal protein), milk products and carbs, so here’s how it goes:

my baby has

-fruits twice a day,

-vegetables twice a day,

-animal protein once

-carbs in every meal.

-I try to limit milk products since she already has two bottles of milk a day but I mostly fail because yogurt is her true love ❤ 

And here are how most days meals go:


As soon as she wakes up she has a bottle of formula milk then after an hour she has either:
oatmeal: prepared with water and a dash of milk, one mashed banana and any available fruits, followed by a yogurt.
scrambled eggs: with rice, oatmeal or shredded toast followed by a fruit. Does this sound weird? The reason I put oatmeal or rice in it is that Lina refuse to eat bread next to the eggs, so when I put precooked rice or oats in it it doesn’t bother her and she gets her carbs. so it works.
cheese sandwich: followed by a fruit smoothies (apples plus any other fruit)


Rice/ pasta/ or potatoes/… with mashed veggies and shredded meat/chicken/fish.  this is so vague because she usually has whatever we are having for lunch. Except when we eat out then I prepare something specially for her.

Sometimes I skip the animal protein when she had had eggs for breakfast


Same as lunch but without the meat, so only carbs and vegetables.


Yogurt, fruits,biscuits, banana, cucumber, grapes, a sandwich,… whatever is availble

Then finally before bed she takes her second and last bottle of milk

So here’s what my baby eats. If you have any questions or suggestions please let me know in the comments and Bon appetit ❤

Confessions of a meat eater

Confessions of a meat eater

A few months ago I turned the TV on, and there it was… the video that changed my way of thinking about food forever!
It was just a documentary on farm animals. It was filming a cow giving birth. As soon as the calf was out, some men came and took it. The mother, who didn’t get the chance to breastfeed, smell or even look at her baby, seemed lost!  The voice of the commentator said: “this is a milk cow, her milk is meant for us, humans ,to consume. It’s not to feed her children”. The men had put the calf in a truck and the mother was walking desperately behind the truck until she lost sight of it. The commentator continued:” if the calf is a female, it will become a milk cow like her mother, if it’s a male it will be kept alive shortly before it is sent to the slaughterhouse”.

It felt like a slap from reality, like heartbreak, and worst yet, like guilt. I realized that even though L feel sorry, I am a part of the problem!
I know as a fact that I, like most people, eat and drink way more animal products than what I really need. I also know that the increasing demand on animal products is what pushes suppliers to deal with animals in such inhuman ways.
Can you imagine that because we are eating more than we need, the animals are suffering?
It was one more reason for me to watch my animal products intake, other than the health reason I had talked about in a previous post.
Today, I still consume animal products but I’m aware of the quantity. I try to reduce it, instead of cheese or eggs I have fruits and oats for breakfast, and instead of the oats being cooked with milk I cook them with water and just add a dash of milk at the end.
I still have my meatless Mondays , where I get my protein from the better source, plants! Beans, broccoli, chickpeas, lentils, peanuts, quinoa, spinach,… are all amazing and healthy sources of protein that doesn’t hurt anybody. I really hope that by cutting down my intake, I might make even the slightest change in the environment.
Did you ever think about how much animal products do you consume everyday? Did you ever think about how it’s affecting the animals and your health? Please leave me a comment, I would love to hear your opinion.

Thank you.

(Oh by the way am writing this with Lina on my lap so would you be so nice to excuse any typos, I will proof read later 😉 )

Father Forgets – by W. Livingston Larned

Listen, Son:  I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little hand crumpled under your cheek and the blonde curls sticky over your damp forehead. I have broken into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guilty, I came to your bedside.

There are things which I am thinking, son; I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face a mere dab with the towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. As you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, “Goodbye, Daddy!” I frowned, and said in reply, “Hold your shoulders back!”.

Then it began all over again late this afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your socks. I humiliated you before your friends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Socks were expensive, and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that son, from a father.

Do you remember later, when I was reading in the library, how you came timidly, with sort of a hurt look in your eyes? I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption; you hesitated at the door. “What is it that you want?” I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, your small arms tightened with affection that God had set blooming in your heart, which even neglect could not wither. Then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, Son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, or reprimanding; this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you: it was that I expected too much of you. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

There is so much that was good, fine and true in your character. The little heart of yours was as big as the dawn itself over the hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else mattered tonight. Son, I have come to your beside in the darkness, I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is a feeble atonement; I know that you would not understand these things which I have told you in the waking hours. Tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, suffer when you suffer and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: “He is nothing but a boy–a little boy.”

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, Son, crumpled and weary in your bed. I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much!

Instead of condemning and criticizing others, perhaps we it would be better to try to understand them, to try to figure out why they do what they do. That’s a lot more profitable and intriguing than criticism; and it breeds sympathy, tolerance and kindness. “To know all is to forgive all”.

I read this poem in “how to win friends and influence people” by Dale Carnegie and I found it was too precious not to share it.

Lazy Mommy

Lazy Mommy

Lina’s at my feet reaching out to the table top. Oops, I forgot her empty yogurt cup on it. I just watch as she grabs it, she reaches her tiny hands inside the cup. I don’t even try to stop her. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that am giving her space to discover, I just don’t want to get up right now. She throws the cup away and wipes her hands on the sofa. Oh well, now I’ll go get something to clean this mess. I wonder of any other moms go through these extremely lazy moments. I’m sure there must be someone out there as lazy as me. Is there?

A journey to acceptance

One day our landline rang, it never does because no one has the number. I picked it up and it was a slimming center nearby offering a body review and 2 sessions for free. I was so excited! Not that I needed a body review or slimming sessions, but because I was so bored and haven’t done anything new for a long time.

Once there, a nice lady asked me to unattire so that she can check my body. As I stood there in front of the mirror waiting for her to come point out every imperfection, I was surprised by how I felt…

It was never easy for me to accept my body. I started having stretch marks since I was 13, and at such a young age I started being very self conscious.

Growing up, my mother always criticized her body. She was never satisfied when she looked in the mirror. and even though she always told me and my siblings we were beautiful and meant it, I grew up thinking that the normal thing to do was to criticize and point out the things you like the least about yourself. A lot of my friends used to do the same and we would all sit together and have a “competition” about who can put herself down the most. Sounds fun right?

Then I grew older, and people in the media began promoting self love. I still remember the Oprah episode when I first realized that it’s okay to accept ourselves and our bodies, that it’s not only “okay” but necessary! It was news to me. I believed in every word said and I started promoting these ideas myself! But truth is, I still hadn’t entirely accepted my own body.

More years passed by and I got married, pregnant and then everything changed.

Although a lot of women struggle with accepting their bodies while pregnant, it was the first time I had ever accepted my silhouette as it is. It’s the only time I wasn’t trying to cover my belly and was instead amused by how big it became. And even though my hair grew longer and softer than it ever was, I developed acne and a lot of darkening skin, and as you probably guessed, a lot of stretch marks. But I looked at it as a small price to pay for having a baby. Then I gave birth, and another thing unexpectedly helped me in the journey. It’s MY HAIR CUT! After delivery, I cut my hair to a short pixie. Strange how I didn’t realize before that every time I looked in the mirror, my hair had taken almost all of my attention. I even used to get a little surprised in fitting rooms when I had to actually focus on my body ( not good surprises). Now that there is nothing else to focus on, I no longer get surprised by my belly or thighs or anything else, because I see them everyday.

As I stood in front of the mirror waiting for the nice lady to check my imperfections, all of this went through my mind. I knew it was the first time that being checked by a stranger didn’t bother me. I smiled and my reflection smiled back at me, it told me proudly: “there is nothing to be ashamed of..”

How having one Less app changed my life

How having one Less app changed my life

If you are a stay at home parent like me, you know that despite what the “perfect moms” say, we don’t really worry about “special bonding time” with our babies as we worry about “alone time” without them.

But because I took time with my baby for granted, I was never ‘fully’ with her. I was always half there.

I felt that I was better exploiting time if am checking whatsapp and Facebook while sitting with Lina because I can do it while am sitting down or holding her. It only needs one hand and not a lot of concentration.

I caught myself numerous times sitting with my baby and not paying any attention to what she’s doing because am so caught up in posting or commenting nonsense… hurts to admit I even caught myself delaying picking her up while she’s crying until I finish checking a notification, but the final straw was a time that I left my baby sitting in front of me with her mouth wide open, because I just couldn’t stop answering this women I have never even met, while feeding my baby!

This day I realized that it’s no longer harmless socializing, it has become an addiction. The first thing that came to my mind was simple, I deleted the apps from my phone and my iPad ( my phone alone had 3 Facebook apps).

This very small act has totally changed my life! It has been a month now and it’s almost unbelievable how much more time I have. It has also allowed me to really enjoy Lina’s company without the notifications popping on the mobile lock screen every five minutes. Now I barely remember to open it when my baby sleeps or naps. I hardly check it twice a day. You don’t even want to know how many times I used to open it before. COUNTLESS!

I’m sharing my embarrassing story because it might inspire someone else, who misses on their children playing, friends lunches and family bonding time because they can’t resist checking the notifications. Believe me, Facebook will wait, if you can’t… Delete the stupid app.