Hello, I’m Lesh Karan.

I’m a former pharmacist and food coach turned health writer and copyeditor.

This is my little home on the web, where I share my musings on nourishing the belly and soul. And I've authored a deliciously satisfying ebook, too.

I hope you find something here to nourish you. Thank you for visiting.

New beginnings and time to let go

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A few days ago, in the shower, a tiny thought entered my mind. It was: What if I let go of The Mindful Foodie?

No more website, no more identity being caught up with my cyberspace pseudonym.

The more I thought about, the moreI felt in my gut and heart that it was the right path. So much so that a tiny shiver went up my spine. I felt free, light. You see, for the past few months I have been unclear about what to do. I felt my website has been weighing me down, mentally. Even the automatic backups aren’t working.

So, after that tiny thought was planted just a few days ago, here we are. From 3 September 2015, this website will no longer exist (yes, that’s less than a month away). I don’t feel sad. I feel excited. TMF served its purpose, and, I hope, helped thousands of people in the last four-plus years.

Spring feels like to right time, too, to let go and allow new beginnings to take shape organically. I’m not sure what the future holds, but I’m open to new experiences and am creating space for it. I know this, though: at some stage I will be writing a personal, causal blog. A clean slate. Most likely at leshkaran.com (currently a one-page website). So, watch this space.

If there are any recipes or posts on this site that you wish to refer back to, I suggest hitting the green print button (which you’ll find at the end of each post) to either print a hardcopy or save a PDF file on your computer.

But if that proves too challenging, you’ll find my favourite recipes and my food beliefs all neatly packaged in my ebook, which will no longer be up for sale after 3 September either. I’m offering it at 50% of with this discount code: goodbyemyfriends

So, my dear readers, the time has come to bid farewell. This is my last TMF post. From the bottom of my heart, thank you SO, SO MUCH for reading, commenting, emailing your kind words, and supporting me and TMF over the past four years. It has been a phenomenal ride.

Enjoy your journey. Be happy. That’s my wish for you.

With love,

Lesh xx

I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

― Charles Bukowski, Factotum

Guilty for enjoying time alone

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Saturday night was a big night. For this 41-year-old introvert anyway.

My husband and I were out celebrating his good friend’s fortieth birthday in a private dining room at a fine dining restaurant with 20 other people. Sounds lovely? Yes, it was. And the food was divine. However, it started at 7.15 pm, and by 11.30 pm, I was itching to go home, to bed and to recharge, as many introverts need to. But it didn’t seem that the others, including my husband, were ready to leave just yet.

So I stayed, because it was in honour of my husband’s dear friend. And it was 1 am, when the restaurant was closing, that most of us finally left (whew!), with a few carrying on elsewhere with the birthday boy.

The thing is, this ‘staying on’ affected me for the rest of my Sunday. I was meant to pop in to see my sister and my nephews on Sunday afternoon, but I couldn’t face any extroversion. I stayed home the whole day, venturing out only to go to yoga (where I don’t really need to interact deeply with others). I cooked, read, napped, coloured in (yes, I have one of those mindfulness colouring books!) and watched TV.

But I felt guilty for choosing solitude over visiting my family. So some of my Sunday was spent googling ‘guilty for enjoying time alone’. I found some great reads that made me feel ‘normal’.

Over time, I’ve realised that my dilemma is accepting my need for plenty of time in solitude. Should I be more self-accepting of this need, I’d be less inclined to feel guilty about hurting other’s feelings or perceive that others will think less of me (or that I’m weird).

I’ve become better as I’ve gotten older, as I’ve become more aware of myself, but the feeling of guilt does get me now an then, as it did on Sunday. It’s a work in progress, which will continue for the rest of my life, no doubt. Hopefully, though, this feeling will soften as I age.

During my Google search, I found on YouTube this video by filmmaker Andrea Dorfman and poet/singer/songwriter Tanya Davis on how to be alone. If you love spending time in solitude, it’s a worthy watch.

Do you feel guilty for needing to spend time alone? What have you done to handle such feelings?