Chicken Zucchini Enchilada

My son Sabhya Chawla is 21 months now and is very fond of chicken and that too very spicy chicken 

So mostly I’m fond of making chicken in different forms

Here is one of the recipe that I would like to share with all the chicken lovers 

Chicken Zucchini Enchilada 

Ingredients:

2tsp virgin oil

1 large onion chopped

2 cloves garlic 

Cumin powder 

Salt to taste 

chilli powder 

Shredded chicken 

Enchilada sause

4 Zucchini 

1 cup shredded cedar

Making :

Preheat Oven 350*F

In a pan , heat oil over medium heat and add onions and salt 

Cook till golden brown 

Add garlic, cumin, 1 cup enchilada sause , red chilli and shredded chicken.

Stir well

Using a vegetable peeler, make thin slices of zucchini and place them on top of each another.

Add 2 tsp of chicken mixture and roll it and transfer to baking dish 

After this use remaining enchilada sause on the top of Zucchini 

Sprinkle cedar cheese 

And bake for 20 mins 

Serve Hot

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Fitness Post Birth

🚴🏻‍♀️Fitness Post-Birth 🚴🏻‍♀️

I find immense pleasure on writing this and I’m so confident of putting down each and every phase that I have been through.

Being the most fittest before and during pregnancy was the easiest thing I can think of. I could control everything, my diet, my exercise, my sweet intake and then my sleep. Fitness couldn’t find another way but to stay with me.

Post delivery, ohhh my gosh. 

The entire world promenade was bustling with usual activity while panic had writ all over my life.

There seemed no easy workout options , no options actually. The little baby took all my time and energy. 

I saw many of them going back in shape naturally (Hormonal) and many like me , still struggling , thinking and more struggling and more thinking. 

Illusions of a fit mom were always on my mind .

Days past by , and luminous moon hung full and low , and the only change that I ever thought was to turn fit.

A lot of violations I fought bravely and some succumbed as well. I just said to myself that these are those some days when there is no god above .

And gradually after 6 months , one fine day , flickering sunlight right outside the bedroom curtain got my attention. It was 6AM. I got up, got ready to workout.

All you need is a stubborn attitude , this fine endearing quality is enough for you to get back in shape.

Though I still haven’t reached the up to the mark fitness, still the journey is on. 

Divya Harjani Chawla 

Confessions of an ordinary mother

 My world was never that alluring as it was during pregnancy. I was mostly surrounded by watchful eyes of my elders who never left an opportunity to provide exceeding level of comfort which spoilt me.

I remember that I envisioned all day about my upcoming baby. My thoughts ran like hurricane. I often told myself, “I will exercise full control on him, I wouldn’t let him be messy; He won’t be cranky like other children and I will be the best guide to him.” I also vowed to equally give time to my other responsibilities like household work etc.

However, when I embraced tiny for the very first time, the sensational world of my dreams came shattering down in front of my eyes. I found myself peering into a dark alley. Old memories came flashing through my mind again and again.

Interestingly, my perception of being sanitary and being an ideal coach to tinywas a distant thing, I couldn’t even hold him appropriately for a week. I knew I was in predicament.  

His crying gave me headaches, and his existence was filled with chaos (which I personally never liked). From an organised, tidy person I turned into a maniac in single day.

I had no time to eat, shower, read or maybe just relax for a while. NO TIME at all. I cried all alone. This was proving to be the toughest time of my life. My exertion built up slowly which proved physically as well as mentally exhausting.

How much I enjoyed the hours when my mother took him away to another room. How much I loved when I paced out without him. How much I loved when somebody asked me, “Can I hold your baby?” How desperately I sought my blissful time of solitude.

Tiny, all this is my confession to you -

Not that I don’t love you, its just that I lost myself completely when you came into this world. Slowly as days passed, chaos became a part of my life.

I will be truthful. I sincerely enjoy my time when you are not around but all I think during that time is about YOU.

Nothing compares to you, tiny. Ever since you came into my life, nothing else is worth thinking about. During testing times, I find my solace in you.

I am just an ordinary mother trying to do something extra for my baby each day.

Tiny (my baby sabhya) is 1.5 today 

And here I gift him , a nice read. 

Being a Mother is tough?

Amongst all the mothers surrounding me , I have often found myself , most artless, most authoritarian, most chaotic , most intractable and rarely little ignorant.

But I never lost hope in me. I pragmatically learn something from every mother.

Being a mother is tough, but when I see you , I understand how tough is it to be a baby.

You can’t talk, you can’t Change yourself ,can’t bathe, can’t eat by yourself. You can hardly express your needs. Though I’m always there ,  but still so many times your wants aren’t contended. 

You end up crying , crying so loud. And on top of it , I get angry on you and I say “being a mother is tough”. 

Going back in my room, I actualize, the hardships you go through is much more than mine. 

I organise your schedule according to my routine. And I change it as per my call.

I leave you when I wish to , I stay with you when I want . I take you to all the places , you might not be agreeable , movie halls, theatres , travelling around, weddings , night outs ..

and so many more.

There is nothing that goes according to your requisite.

Still I say “Being a Mother is tough”.

You find so much of peace near me, but still I leave you to other people, to look after you just for my basic saloon day or a coffee time with my friends. Knowing that you need me by your side , coz that gives you ultimate happiness ... and again I say ‘being a mother is tough’.

You will not recollect any of all this when you grow up , but all your memories shall stay with me, forever. 

So I want to tell you tiny sabhya  , being a baby is very tough and I feel so proud of my baby and all other babies that they adjust so well and adapt beautifully to the routines offered to them by their mothers each day . 

To all the mothers who think it’s hard , just look at your baby’s eyes to see the level of douggedness they go through each day.

No matter how much i love you , your love for me is beyond words.  

You never said that, but I feel it every second I am with you.

Divya Harjani Chawla

Breastfeeding

Breastfeeding

Breastfeeding is a lot more than what the word describes. While penning down my ideas, I found my hands quivering just to think about how I will find the fitting words to describe the precise pain and the spot-on beauty of this enriching experience.

During the phase of pregnancy, breastfeeding was just a word. Listening to those long motivational lectures, and to those not-so-motivational experiences of the people around, I almost organized my mind for one thing - IF I CAN, I WILL.

When my tiny little one came into my arms, so did the amazing God’s gift of the first food for tiny - ‘breast milk’. I was thrilled and nervous at the same time.

Initially, I felt the breast milk wasn’t there. But when I saw tiny sucking at it for minutes, I realized it was indeed there. It was not just me who was learning, tiny was too learning his life’s first lesson. 

That was the encouraging MOMENT when I told myself, “Now I will feed him exclusively for the next 6 months “

The first three weeks were far from glamorous. The painful breasts, the soreness, the sleepless nights took all my calm away, but the feeding continued.

After exclusively giving him the best gift of GOD during the initial 6 months, feeding him became an essential part of my daily routine. It was a remarkable time for me. Tinyand I spent hours on this activity. I remember how he dozed off on me and then woke up in few minutes to play on me or feed again.

Only women who have done this will know what I am talking about. 

Frankly, now I don’t even remember when I last fed him. This magical thing stopped between us after few months. The period passed away much sooner than I had imagined.

The fifteen months of breastfeeding tiny, and the hours spent with him in solitude, looking at his every part during those hours, brought me much closer to tiny than I could ever imagine. And I earnestly miss those moments a lot. 

Going back in time is not what I want! I just want to share my message with all the young mothers - your baby will never be that tiny again. So FEED them as much as u CAN and experience this extraordinary joy of motherhood.

- Divya Harjani Chawla