Of the many problems I have sitting at the computer, one is my increasing waist line and I was sure it was all under control till some clothes started getting a tad too snug for comfort. I go for walks everyday and do yoga but thanks to an efficient maid I'm allowed to live in my head most of the day.

So here I am on my latest pass-time writing about my life and waiting impatiently for all your comments on all that I come up with. I bask in this glory every day and feel like I want to treasure it like a much-coveted secret - all the goings-on here at Iland.

Hubby and kids are secretly happy that I don't meddle too much with them anymore and I have my own business to mind! The boys manage to sneak in an extra half hour of TV and hubby puts in 30 mts more at work.

All my joys and worries are shared and I get great thoughts from you all and it makes me happy! But my increasing weight is slowly being noticed by some now. Hubby's also managing to come up with some teasing now and then.

Of course my defiant stare makes him stop from saying too much but one day I felt I should retort and there I was saying - "I'm now a brand new me - a Botticelli me!" Hubby nearly choked on his dinner hearing this... I guess he did not expect that I'll embrace this slightly bigger self so well!

"Seriously, come to think of it, I was born in the wrong time - the wrong century - When there was not too much food to eat,back then they liked their women a little rounded. They could eat well! As food was scarce only the well-to-do were curvy!" I argued.

"I could have been a great draw if I was born during the times of even Ravi Varma - How beautiful all his women were! Even during the times of all the Renaissance masters I could have passed quite unnoticed!"

Hubby's really stumped to retort... think he's a tad worried at this revelation!

But dream sequence over and here I am in the times of plenty a tad too much and wishing I was born with Boticelli! Strange is this paradox of how when there was not enough food they prefered curvy soft women and now in times of umpteen supermarkets and many flavoured potato chips they want their women like Olive Oyl!

As I ponder my pal is here to accompany me to the pool and it's time to work all the pounds off of me - so till then while you laugh at my "born at the wrong time" musings - I can pretend I'm trapped in a time capsule and should have been actually Boticelli's muse!