the wonders of winter

it's winter - so bleak, boring and berefting. The days are so short. Sunrise at 8.11am, sunset 3.53pm. Never mind the short days, but the cold! BRRrRRRRrrrR. I think I've gained weight. The weather is just halting my steps. If you recall, I used to run in the morning. No more now. For one, the kids are always late in the morning that they pester me to take the car. Secondly, it's too cold.

I confess. Nothing can get by pure laziness. All the lame excuses. Hence, the extra kgs. With me, I know that the more I am on my toes, the more I burn. Forget eating or not eating. It all boils down to how much you move your big fat ****. Plans are now made so that the least movement should be made. Take everything with you wherever you go. All activities take place in my living room. With me would be: handphone, books (mind you, the whole box + bag), drink, bowl of fruits, praying mat + telekung. Within reach would be my dictionary, pencil case(s), box of tissues, journal, A4 writing pad, the lot. Trips to the toilet are also planned. Taking ablution is made much easier during winter. They're mostly 2-in-1. Try to imagine refraining from going to the loo to pee before it's time to perform the second prayers!

When I started today's entry, I had planned to comment on how wonderful it is to fast for only 7 1/2 hours. Because we have our dinner (or high-tea) at 6pm, it would be outrageous if I feasted on rice at 3.53pm, and again later. To break my fast today, I had some clementines and tortila chips with chive dipping. Then, had a BIG mug of coffee. Blisss... Not an ideal way of breaking fast,but the simplest. I know I have 2 boxes of Iranian dates in the fridge but the bum weighs too much to be lifted.

Another day tomorrow. My resolution: a healthier diet for my fast tomorrow (intend to finish off my debts before the new year).

pause to reflect:
does shorter days mean shorter prayer times?