Week 1 Reflections

One week down, and I’m genuinely surprised by how good I feel about this whole thing. Having my meals planned and ready made everything else feel easier – I suddenly had more headspace for work, my workouts and just living my life.

I’ve been weighing myself every morning right after I wake up and use the bathroom, before eating or drinking anything. That’s when you get the most accurate reading.

I stepped on the scale yesterday morning and I’m down about 3 pounds from last week. But honestly, the number on the scale isn’t even the best part. I could see the weight dropping a little bit each day, which kept me motivated to stick with my plan.

This is what surprised me most – I feel healthier. Not just physically, but mentally too. I have more energy throughout the day, and I feel lighter in a way that goes beyond just the weight loss. The bloating I was dealing with felt better.

There’s something about knowing exactly what I’m going to eat each day that takes so much mental stress away. I’m not constantly thinking about food or worrying about whether I’m making good choices.

Everyone needs to find at least one meal that feels like a comfort food but still fits their goals. For me, that comfort spot is my masoor dal with toasted bread (I add just a tiny bit of ghee for more flavor on the bread) and a boiled egg on the side.

The egg muffins were honestly a risk I wasn’t sure about – I’ve always felt eggs do not taste good when reheated. But I’m so glad I tried them! They saved me so much time, and I love that I’m getting vegetables right in my breakfast without even thinking about it. They really do taste like masala omelettes, just more convenient.

I also discovered I really love the simple things – crunchy celery and carrots as snacks, Greek yoghurt with berries and my hot oatmeal with walnuts and berries has become something I look forward to in the morning.

These are going to be my “anchor” recipes – the ones I’ll probably include every week because they make me feel satisfied and happy.

I’m feeling positive and committed to keep this going. I spent some time this week researching new recipes for Week 2 because I want to add more variety while keeping my favorite dishes from this week.

I’m planning to do my grocery shopping today and start cooking tomorrow. I learned a lot about what to freeze and when, so I think I can do even better with keeping things fresh throughout the week.

My biggest lesson? Taking time to plan and cook for myself is about respecting my body’s needs. I used to feel mentally drained after work and would then focus on cooking for my family first – making sure they were all taken care of. By the time it was my turn, I’d just throw together something simple without thinking about calories or protein.

Even though I was eating less, I wasn’t getting enough protein – the same mistake I made in my previous weight loss attempts. But when I started putting that same planning and care into my own meals, everything shifted. Now I can cook for everyone else with an understanding of better nutrition and not having to think about what I need to make for myself saving me mental stress and helping me focus on other important things.

Find that one meal that feels like a hug – something that satisfies you and makes you feel good about eating it. Build your plan around including things you actually enjoy, not just things you think you “should” eat.

For some people, it might be a perfectly seasoned soup. For others, maybe it’s a protein smoothie that tastes like dessert. Whatever it is, make sure it’s in your regular rotation. You might discover something unexpected that becomes your favorite, like I did with these egg muffins!

I’m excited to share Week 2 with you all. The recipes, the prep, and hopefully with more good results.

What’s your comfort food that you’d want to include in a healthy meal plan? I’d love to hear what makes you feel satisfied and happy when you eat it.

The Gratitude Bowl

Liah had just turned fourteen, and nothing in her world felt right. Her drawings were the only things that made sense anymore; everything else seemed wrong. School was tough, her parents just didn’t understand, and lately, even the sunshine bothered her.

She fell into a vicious cycle: the more she complained, the more unhappy she became, the more she withdrew from others. Making friends became increasingly difficult.

It was almost summer break, and she was looking forward to visiting her grandmother. Her grandmother lived a few hours away in a quaint town. Her grandmother had a gentleness about her that Liah always found comforting.

Liah’s grandmother lived alone in a small house. Her house was simple and minimalistic. Being an avid gardener, she enjoyed growing herb plants in her kitchen. Her backyard was a beautifully tended garden – where she grew everything from roses to potatoes. She also had pet fish in a small outdoor pond. Since Liah was little, their special bond had grown through these quiet moments in the garden, watching and feeding the fish and nurturing the plants.

The first weekend of summer break arrived, and Liah eagerly packed her bags, looking forward to seeing her grandmother.  Her parents drove her through the winding country roads and as they pulled up to the familiar white house with its beautiful garden, Liah could see her grandma waiting for her. Liah ran and gave her grandma a big hug. Her parents came home and stayed that night and left early next morning.

That evening, over cups of chamomile tea and homemade cookies, Liah found herself opening up to her grandmother. They sat in the cozy kitchen, where the fading sun cast warm shadows through the window.

Her grandma listened quietly, her gentle eyes encouraging Liah to continue.

Her grandma listened quietly.

She looked at her grandma, with tearful eyes.

Her grandmother reached across the table and held Liah’s hand.

Her grandmother got up and walked to an old wooden cabinet, pulling out a beautifully painted ceramic bowl.

Liah picked up the bowl, turning it in her hands.

Slowly, Liah began to write:

As she dropped each note in the bowl, something began to shift inside her – somehow Liah felt lighter, happier. She was surprised she had a lot of things to be happy about despite feeling sad.

Over the next few weeks, Liah found herself noticing small blessings – the scent of garden roses, a successful drawing, gardening with grandma, watching the orange fish in the pond. With each note she added, she realized something: her days weren’t as empty as she had thought. Good things had always been there – she just hadn’t been looking for them.

When it was time to leave, her grandmother insisted she take the bowl home.

Liah hugged her grandmother and promised she will continue the practice.

Liah had placed the gratitude bowl on her desk in her room. She continued to write gratitude notes every day. She began to appreciate little things around her and found there were many things she was grateful for, to feel happy for.

One evening, as her mother placed a cup of hot chocolate beside her, Liah hesitated for a moment, then picked up the gratitude bowl.

Her mother listened, intrigued, as Liah explained how the simple act of writing down little joys had changed her perspective.

To her surprise, her mother wanted to try it too. That night at dinner, her mother suggested they all share one good thing from their day. At first, it felt just words spoken out loud but soon, it became their favorite part of the evening. A quiet warmth spread their home, unspoken tensions softened, and they began to feel closer in ways they hadn’t before.  

Over time, Liah noticed a shift not just in how she felt, but in how others responded to her. She smiled more, and in turn, others smiled back. Conversations felt easier, friendships blossomed naturally, and she felt no longer trapped in the cycle of frustration. The gratitude practice that started as a simple habit had quietly reshaped her world.

In Liah’s case, her gratitude practice didn’t change her circumstances, but it changed how she experienced them. She became more aware of the love in her life, the small joys she had overlooked, and in doing so, found a sense of peace that had felt out of reach before.