2nd week of ramadan

Phew, so it's already been a week since muslims started fasting. Hubby and I are doing quite well fasting away from family this year. I think since it's the third year I've been away from KL, I'm starting to build our own family ritual and practices. Sure I miss the ramadan bazaars and breaking of fast with friends, family and relatives, but I don't like thinking too much about all of that. It'll make me quite nostalgic.

Anyway, I've been pretty good at waking up for sahur. Hubby and I dont eat during sahur anymore. Just have some hot tea and some other form of fluid. Lukewarm water for me, juice for him. Sometimes if I feel like I didn't eat much the night before I'll have a piece of toast. But I think my body has adjusted itself to the nightly meals and early morning drinks. And as usual during ramadan I get a little bit creative with the cooking. Except for the one day on Saturday when I was craving for cheese, we've had malay food all week. Not to mention some malay desserts. Granted they're easy and not as sophisticated as the ones you'd see at the ramadan bazaar in KL, but it reminds me a little bit of home. No pictures of all the dishes of course. Don't want to make fasting even harder (for me! hehe).

By the way, how sad is it that we've managed to use the coffee table instead of the dining table to set the dishes and drinks for the break of fast? Yeah, so unhealthy. I hope when hubby and I have kids we make sure we use the dining table to eat, and not the couch and coffee table in the living room.

At least I get to break my fast at home more often this year. Breaking my fast in class is not fun at all. The one class I have ends at 7:50pm which isn't so bad. I have a tumbler of water by my side and a little snack, like a date or a piece of cookie or some kind of sandwich (cut into little pieces) which I pop in my mouth when maghrib. By the time I get home it's 8:30pm and I eat a proper meal. The other day is tough coz I have back to back classes from 5:20pm to 10:40pm with a 10 minute break in between. First I have to haul myself from one classroom to ther other. Second, even if I brought a heavier meal to eat, I would have to gobble it all up in record breaking time. The other option is just to eat a slightly more than a piece of date. Either way by the time I get to eat properly, it's 11:15pm and by that time the gastric has kicked in. YEah... my body can't take it. Nothing in the stomach for too long, it screams. Some food in the stomach but eaten very quickly, it still screams. Very spoilt I guess.

In other news hubby actually ran the marathon over the weekend. He was in a relay team so he didn't have to run the whole 30km but it was still quite a feat as he didn't break his fast. On top of that he didn't even train properly and I have not been feeding him healthy food and portions. I can't believe he finished his part of the marathon without either twisting his many joints that have been injured in the past and are prone to injuring itself without notice, or get a heart attack. This is a private joke of ours as his family has very bad history of heart attacks and high cholesterol. I've nagged and nagged for him to go get a medical check-up so we can be aware of his cholesterol levels, but he's very determined not to admit that he could be a potential victim of his family's health pattern and history. Sigh....

Enuff blogging. Gotta go think of today's menu.