When did I become so boring?

I wanted to post quickly to let everyone know I'm still alive and haven't given up. <br /><br />Someone told me last week that they read my blog, and it's always either I'm working out or I'm having a bad day at work. <br /><br />It made me reflect on how sad this little blog has become lately. No insight on life or revelations or thoughts about weight loss. Just work and gym. Gym and work. <br /><br />I actually had a really fun Saturday this weekend (although I worked 12 hours Sunday...but such is life). We went to a Karala Association of Washington festival. It was their new year celebration. Karala is in India, the Southwestern portion. A coworker of my husband is from Karala and she invited us to attend. A coworker of mine is from a province near Karala so I invited him to go with us.<br /><br />It was very fun. There was a lunch, made of traditional Indian food, all homemade. We ate on green waxed paper that symbolized bamboo leaves and ate with our fingers. I learned how to use my three fingers and thumb to mush the food together, scoop up a mouthful with my three fingers and then push it into my mouth with my thumb. Very messy but kind of fun.<br /><br />After the lunch were was a three-hour show of dancing and skits (all skits were spoken in Malayalam, the language of Karala). My friend Naga speaks a different language, but could still translate some of the Malayalam for us. <br /><br />Luckily most of it was dancing and a fashion show (they used Lady Gaga music for part of the fashion show). The clothing was gorgeous, some traditional Saris and then some modern Indian clothing. The women were all model material. Beautiful. Some of the music was from Bollywood, which is like Hollywood but in Bombay, India (It's called Mumbai but Naga said in India the locals all still call it Bombay and think Mumbai is stupid).<br /><br />One of the dances was done by teenage girls dancing to Jai Ho (from Slimdog Millionaire - the song at the end of the movie). It was really good. Actually they were all fantastic dancers. Even the little kids did some of the dancing, five and six year olds. They were much better than I could ever dream of being.<br /><br />It was really fun having Naga with us, especially since we were the only non-Indian people there, among about 300 people. I learned so much about the Indian culture, the Hindu religion, their beliefs and customs. India is very rich culturally, and I loved learning about their way life. It was also very interesting being the minority, but everyone was super nice to us. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These litle girls were just amazing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcxOoqYPrzjS3UhrFlq3LkPh2K1ycEFYkPoBzJEO_cdds6Vc1c0RlL8tyK3ontJdORCk5iYS0FCykk43YCyhK2kaRvbUUTd4BHX8_pNyrOApvQaaAAO0rr7ZF5jvrv0KNbaX0q3JhhIVu/s1600/India+111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcxOoqYPrzjS3UhrFlq3LkPh2K1ycEFYkPoBzJEO_cdds6Vc1c0RlL8tyK3ontJdORCk5iYS0FCykk43YCyhK2kaRvbUUTd4BHX8_pNyrOApvQaaAAO0rr7ZF5jvrv0KNbaX0q3JhhIVu/s400/India+111.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">Everyone had gorgeous costumes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGg8bVouj8n7se7mKcG2pkSbMXsx8dGhMmPzULvoZFq9DbsK5OxxxmlAmcRnQKKbyy9PzasVFo0CJH9jSoUlonm_NzfvVWxCQF5xnhp_u4i-K5kycOsy6Z9Yarc9KThbBG8sdqfcCjJV9/s1600/India+163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGg8bVouj8n7se7mKcG2pkSbMXsx8dGhMmPzULvoZFq9DbsK5OxxxmlAmcRnQKKbyy9PzasVFo0CJH9jSoUlonm_NzfvVWxCQF5xnhp_u4i-K5kycOsy6Z9Yarc9KThbBG8sdqfcCjJV9/s400/India+163.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These girls were teenagers. I talked to then after the show. They were so beautiful and very talented dancers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjf0dhSa2LdrhiQ5HAig_4HT2aeBJkuJC-kvu7egSypn8Qq63v5hJovq6xhyphenhyphen04Y4iiJhOhqCXGb4hVSF58cfykBuV_9RhTdPFFNs-XToFbE8AD5EQPiAv8ljRQFI0yv7l-S6qeMwYHlbV/s1600/India+169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjf0dhSa2LdrhiQ5HAig_4HT2aeBJkuJC-kvu7egSypn8Qq63v5hJovq6xhyphenhyphen04Y4iiJhOhqCXGb4hVSF58cfykBuV_9RhTdPFFNs-XToFbE8AD5EQPiAv8ljRQFI0yv7l-S6qeMwYHlbV/s400/India+169.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My husband's coworker, Divya and her husband. They were in a really sweet little skit that made everyone laugh. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PGXgH2X7dUZfShX_exRgEIuzt7v1_zrzB-htx7-K0Gr0MRC7qJSt9aXqL6z-zkjbTMML-gIVRSEzcOxVk7qZajpjWm66va973N6XRV00Jtka8BPbvlQAXWPgK6lFWoQZHWPXU68NyAs7/s1600/India+217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PGXgH2X7dUZfShX_exRgEIuzt7v1_zrzB-htx7-K0Gr0MRC7qJSt9aXqL6z-zkjbTMML-gIVRSEzcOxVk7qZajpjWm66va973N6XRV00Jtka8BPbvlQAXWPgK6lFWoQZHWPXU68NyAs7/s400/India+217.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Naga and myself, and lots of food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qrRFR5hMyrK7IRG2cv5RGwS3cgJJzWXezOKoijS4Dp_2bHDVdEGFychul6Du9jdKey1Z8iehj7aSTNonfHFB-pRVw9A7lFEHnm1DOUrXPAbx_7G7OpjwKUGOdwr6QFmiRY8UOEdxPDFq/s1600/Naga+and+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qrRFR5hMyrK7IRG2cv5RGwS3cgJJzWXezOKoijS4Dp_2bHDVdEGFychul6Du9jdKey1Z8iehj7aSTNonfHFB-pRVw9A7lFEHnm1DOUrXPAbx_7G7OpjwKUGOdwr6QFmiRY8UOEdxPDFq/s400/Naga+and+me.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>

When did I become so boring?

I wanted to post quickly to let everyone know I'm still alive and haven't given up. Someone told me last week that they read my blog, and it's always either I'm working out or I'm having a bad day at work. It made me reflect on how sad this little bl…

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