With these last few minutes left in 2012, I am left pondering what all I have accomplished over the year. I had a breakdown, but discovered my limitations.
I learned that depression is an ongoing illness, not something that can be fixed like a broken leg.
I gained a new vocation in my actual field of study (project management).
I lost a lot of stress, and evidently the 25 lbs that came along with it.
I inspired others to seek new adventures, helping two friends find a happier place of employment.
Most importantly, I was blessed to spend both Thanksgiving and Christmas with both of my parents. This is something that has not happened in many many years. I will cherish these memories forever...with the help of JCP Studios (daddums, sissy and I took family photos).
Overall, 2012 may have had a rocky start but it certainly couldn't have had a better finish. Or could it?
I suppose that I could have found my husband to be, but who's to say that I haven't met him (and just not know who he is exactly)? So as 2013 approaches in less than an hour CST, I have put dating at the top of my list of resolutions for the new year.
While most people resolve to lose weight, eat healthier, and the like, I resolve to find love this year. This WILL be the year! I am speaking it into action! Even if the one love that I end up finding turns out to be myself, this resolution will be successful. You'll get that later on if you don't understand it right now.
The rest of my resolutions include:
Begin regularly donating to a charity
Find a hobby
Finish a novel-ette (read: novella of the reading type not the Spanish type)
Gain control over my finances
Make exercise a daily habit (I'm shaking my own head on this one even as I type)
Work outside of my apartment at least one day a month (thank goodness Starbucks and Barnes & Noble have resources for this)
Call my family more often (once a month shouldn't be too much of a stretch)
I figure the year should fall into place nicely if I can stick to being an overall better me in 2013. So that's my wish for all of you: become a better YOU in 2013!
Happy New Year!
Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY!
Hello out there in boring reading land.
It has been a few Sundays since I've last blogged and I felt the need to jump out and share a few things.
Once upon a time I was a bad mamma jamma. I was young, vibrant, making my money, payin my bills, and there was nothing that a man could do for me but ... well you know and then clean up at home. I was always up front an honest with these men in telling them that I did not want a relationship. It was the truth. At that age, I didn't. I wanted to experience all the things I was told were "bad": going to the club, drinking, stuff like that. So I did. I was in my very early 20's and a boo was a no no. Chile I know I had me some fun.
One guy decided he was going to be slick with it and leave his Tims under my bed. Oh no no no nooooooooooooo pimpin. Not hot! We dropped them bad boys off at his job. You don't pay no rent so your Tims can't just hold it down for you. First it's the Tims then its the draws then its him. OHN!
Another guy forgot what our "arrangement" was exactly. He showed up uninvited the next day with an overnight bag. This ain't a slumber party. I told him I had to work, and I actually got dressed and went to work. Do you know he tried to stay at my apt until I got home?? No no pimpin. Bad booty call! Bad! Now take your overnight bag and go home and you think about what you did.
So now that I've experienced a variety of things, it still amazes me how much the game has changed. The adage "Game recogizes game" is oh so true. Thing is, men will never ever understand just how some women out there are so much better at playing the game than they are. My mom is one of the baddest. Now I can't give away her trade secrets, but let's just say...you don't want to try PJ.
What makes me sad is the women that haven't caught up to the game yet. I just don't get it. If all a man wants is some booty, it doesn't matter how long you hold out...once he gets it: mission complete. Why? Because when he saw you, that's what he wanted. That's the bubble he put you in. If a guy puts you in the friend bubble, you're never getting out. So what does this mean ladies? It means that you have to state your purpose...speak it into action.
Recently, I posted a profile on a free dating site (because I'm single and I'm not meeting the "right" guy by happenstance). I kept it real: no backpacking through the woods, no camping, no white water rafting, no zip lining, no parachuting, no bungee jumping...I like movies, shopping, dinner and cuddling...I have cats so you either need to get shots, take some benedryl or work it out if it's going to work. Stuff like that. I kept it real. Made it known that I was not in the market for a bed buddy and anyone in my age bracket that is needs to "get their life" as Tamar Braxton would say. That ish ain't cute so cut it out. Fellas...breaking news...women out number men. This means that no matter how hard you try, you will NOT, I repeat, YOU WILL NOT be able to F all the coochie. It is just impossible. So have a little fun...communicate your expectations, be real with the girl you want to have that kind of fun with, and if you think she's catching feelings...you need to MAN UP and cut that loose. Or else you just may find yourself with a stalker or some other real live Lifetime movie situation on your hands.
Now women. Please read me clearly. Make your intentions clear. Life is far too short to waste time. Make your intentions and goals known. Don't sugarcoat a damn thang! If he can't get with your program...find another guy. Expand your horizons. If you have a rule to only date one kind of man...maybe you should rethink that. Keep your options open so you can broaden the chances of getting your blessing. Just sayin.
So with that said...
I'ma get my life and go to bed. haHA!
It has been a few Sundays since I've last blogged and I felt the need to jump out and share a few things.
Once upon a time I was a bad mamma jamma. I was young, vibrant, making my money, payin my bills, and there was nothing that a man could do for me but ... well you know and then clean up at home. I was always up front an honest with these men in telling them that I did not want a relationship. It was the truth. At that age, I didn't. I wanted to experience all the things I was told were "bad": going to the club, drinking, stuff like that. So I did. I was in my very early 20's and a boo was a no no. Chile I know I had me some fun.
One guy decided he was going to be slick with it and leave his Tims under my bed. Oh no no no nooooooooooooo pimpin. Not hot! We dropped them bad boys off at his job. You don't pay no rent so your Tims can't just hold it down for you. First it's the Tims then its the draws then its him. OHN!
Another guy forgot what our "arrangement" was exactly. He showed up uninvited the next day with an overnight bag. This ain't a slumber party. I told him I had to work, and I actually got dressed and went to work. Do you know he tried to stay at my apt until I got home?? No no pimpin. Bad booty call! Bad! Now take your overnight bag and go home and you think about what you did.
So now that I've experienced a variety of things, it still amazes me how much the game has changed. The adage "Game recogizes game" is oh so true. Thing is, men will never ever understand just how some women out there are so much better at playing the game than they are. My mom is one of the baddest. Now I can't give away her trade secrets, but let's just say...you don't want to try PJ.
What makes me sad is the women that haven't caught up to the game yet. I just don't get it. If all a man wants is some booty, it doesn't matter how long you hold out...once he gets it: mission complete. Why? Because when he saw you, that's what he wanted. That's the bubble he put you in. If a guy puts you in the friend bubble, you're never getting out. So what does this mean ladies? It means that you have to state your purpose...speak it into action.
Recently, I posted a profile on a free dating site (because I'm single and I'm not meeting the "right" guy by happenstance). I kept it real: no backpacking through the woods, no camping, no white water rafting, no zip lining, no parachuting, no bungee jumping...I like movies, shopping, dinner and cuddling...I have cats so you either need to get shots, take some benedryl or work it out if it's going to work. Stuff like that. I kept it real. Made it known that I was not in the market for a bed buddy and anyone in my age bracket that is needs to "get their life" as Tamar Braxton would say. That ish ain't cute so cut it out. Fellas...breaking news...women out number men. This means that no matter how hard you try, you will NOT, I repeat, YOU WILL NOT be able to F all the coochie. It is just impossible. So have a little fun...communicate your expectations, be real with the girl you want to have that kind of fun with, and if you think she's catching feelings...you need to MAN UP and cut that loose. Or else you just may find yourself with a stalker or some other real live Lifetime movie situation on your hands.
Now women. Please read me clearly. Make your intentions clear. Life is far too short to waste time. Make your intentions and goals known. Don't sugarcoat a damn thang! If he can't get with your program...find another guy. Expand your horizons. If you have a rule to only date one kind of man...maybe you should rethink that. Keep your options open so you can broaden the chances of getting your blessing. Just sayin.
So with that said...
I'ma get my life and go to bed. haHA!
Monday, October 29, 2012
Time for An Upgrade
Ladies and Gentlemen...I have decided that it is time for an upgrade. Kind of like the Beyoncé song. Mind you, I don't have money for the kind of upgrading she is talking about, but the principle still applies.
Since I'm now in between a 16 and 18, if I shed 15 more pounds I'll be in the 16, I have been taking inventory of my wardrobe. Something profound occurred to me (dramatic pause) I have "Junior/Missy" clothes more than "women's wear." That's not a good look for a woman in her 30's. Seriously. Just because you CAN shop at Fashion Bug or the Junior's section at Macy's...doesn't necessarily mean you should...especially if you're over 30. That's just my opinion. No offense if that's your personal style. Do you boo. But I have decided that we attract what we project.
I'm a jeans and tees kind of gal. Nothing wrong with this for a day at the park to toss around the frisbee or something, but other than that I need to bring my wardrobe into adulthood. A great fitting pair of jeans with a nice sweater, or a nice blouse, and a cute pair of heels...that's how I need to be rolling. I need to take a few moments and put on some lip gloss...some powder...really take time to look like the true diva that I am whenever I step out of the house. Even if it is to go to the grocery store (y'all saw Khloe Kardashian shopping at the grocery store in some skinny jeans, a member's only jacket and her Louboutins). Just saying that I'm an adult, mind you I look young thank Jesus, but I need to amp up my look to the next level.
Why?
Because of that saying in the Bible: "when I was a child, I played with childish things, but I put away childish things when I became a man." Or something like that. Y'all know what I'm saying. I'm single. The type of guy I am looking for is not a jeans and tees every day kind of guy. So doesn't it make sense that he won't be looking for a jeans and tees kind of girl? Does to me. In fact, I believe that how you project yourself as a single woman impacts your confidence and ultimately the kind of man that you attract. So I'm going to change that.
So I'm saying goodbye to Fashion Bug and hello to Lord & Taylor, White House/Black Market, Dress Barn (they really have nice dresses for nearly all occasions), and the like. Out go the breezy, flowery skirts and in with the pencil skirt. It will take some doing, but I've decided to focus on making myself over. It shouldn't be all that expensive either.
Staples:
Tailored pants in navy, khaki, black and gray
Tailored skirts in black and navy
Lots of white button down blouses
Lots of accessories (scarves, belts, statement necklaces)
Shoes - got those covered
Knee high boots in brown, camel, and black (grey for good measure)
Booties in black and grey
That ought to do it. The key is not spending a fortune on looks but to buy essential pieces that can be mixed and matched. One day I'll work up to buying an actual tailored suit but that's going to take some saving.
Hopefully this post has inspired you to take a peek in your closet as well. Good rules of thumb for fashion clearing:
If you haven't worn it in the last 6 mos...donate it
If you haven't worn it in the last year...it's going to come back next year so if it fits save it.
TTFN
Since I'm now in between a 16 and 18, if I shed 15 more pounds I'll be in the 16, I have been taking inventory of my wardrobe. Something profound occurred to me (dramatic pause) I have "Junior/Missy" clothes more than "women's wear." That's not a good look for a woman in her 30's. Seriously. Just because you CAN shop at Fashion Bug or the Junior's section at Macy's...doesn't necessarily mean you should...especially if you're over 30. That's just my opinion. No offense if that's your personal style. Do you boo. But I have decided that we attract what we project.
I'm a jeans and tees kind of gal. Nothing wrong with this for a day at the park to toss around the frisbee or something, but other than that I need to bring my wardrobe into adulthood. A great fitting pair of jeans with a nice sweater, or a nice blouse, and a cute pair of heels...that's how I need to be rolling. I need to take a few moments and put on some lip gloss...some powder...really take time to look like the true diva that I am whenever I step out of the house. Even if it is to go to the grocery store (y'all saw Khloe Kardashian shopping at the grocery store in some skinny jeans, a member's only jacket and her Louboutins). Just saying that I'm an adult, mind you I look young thank Jesus, but I need to amp up my look to the next level.
Why?
Because of that saying in the Bible: "when I was a child, I played with childish things, but I put away childish things when I became a man." Or something like that. Y'all know what I'm saying. I'm single. The type of guy I am looking for is not a jeans and tees every day kind of guy. So doesn't it make sense that he won't be looking for a jeans and tees kind of girl? Does to me. In fact, I believe that how you project yourself as a single woman impacts your confidence and ultimately the kind of man that you attract. So I'm going to change that.
So I'm saying goodbye to Fashion Bug and hello to Lord & Taylor, White House/Black Market, Dress Barn (they really have nice dresses for nearly all occasions), and the like. Out go the breezy, flowery skirts and in with the pencil skirt. It will take some doing, but I've decided to focus on making myself over. It shouldn't be all that expensive either.
Staples:
Tailored pants in navy, khaki, black and gray
Tailored skirts in black and navy
Lots of white button down blouses
Lots of accessories (scarves, belts, statement necklaces)
Shoes - got those covered
Knee high boots in brown, camel, and black (grey for good measure)
Booties in black and grey
That ought to do it. The key is not spending a fortune on looks but to buy essential pieces that can be mixed and matched. One day I'll work up to buying an actual tailored suit but that's going to take some saving.
Hopefully this post has inspired you to take a peek in your closet as well. Good rules of thumb for fashion clearing:
If you haven't worn it in the last 6 mos...donate it
If you haven't worn it in the last year...it's going to come back next year so if it fits save it.
TTFN
Friday, October 19, 2012
Just STOP!!!
Ok world. I have had ENOUGH!
Enough of the rhetoric with the diet and the "America's obesity crisis" bla bla bla. I've heard all I can stand and I can stand NO MORE. Up with this I will not put!
So once upon a time I tried to be a model. I saw those women in the VS catalogs, and Maxim magazines and I wanted to BE that woman. The woman that men looked at and had naughty dreams about. The woman that made every woman suck in her gut when she walked by. The woman that had her perfectly poreless face plastered all over beauty ads and such. So I started posing for pictures. Eventually, a photographer or four asked me to pose nude. Yeah I said nude. I also said yes. Me. 5'4" tall and over 200lbs, pose nude for photographs. I did that.
I know what you're thinking...PORN. Hell naw this chic wasn't in nobody's porno! !! I posed for people that drew/sketched me, and I did artistic nude photos (out in the country and such...just being FREE). No one saw my va j j and there were no pictures of my va j j. My stomach helped to hide it quite frankly, but that's not the point. The point is it was tasteful.
To this day, those were some of the most beautiful photographs I have ever taken. I am not ashamed of it in the least! In fact, I feel like everyone should try it. It was thrilling to have people doting over you constantly. "Are you hot...are you thirsty...can we get you anything...oh that looks marvelous...your skin looks flawless in this light." It was the BEST rush of compliments and boosted my self esteem. One day, I was posing for a life drawing class for freelance artists. We were taking a break and one of the artists (a woman) approached me. She thanked me for being so wonderful to draw. At the time, I thought that was the greatest compliment I had ever been given. Now...I think of it a little differently. Now my mind feels like what she was really telling me is that I was complicated to draw. Is that really a compliment? Doesn't seem like it. Don't go throwing me no pitty parties.
Every day I think about what I look like. Being single drives this. Every day, some guy tells me how attractive I am...but I'm single. At one point I did wonder if I was psychotic. But my failures in relationships all stem from my failure to realize myself for what I am. Or at least that was the problem. I now know I am frigging AWESOME! But I am still over 200 lbs. For now.
Society tries to force down your throat every day that healthy can be judged by appearance. This isn't true. The sexiest Playboy model can have diabetes, high blood pressure, etc...and she's probably a size 0. It is my mission to be what I feel is healthy...not what society sees as healthy. I'm not on this earth to please the public. That would make me a celebrity. LOL If MY "healthy" is 200lbs...then so be it! Stressing about not conforming to some standard invented by someone I've never met, and whom has certainly never met me, is what kept me from losing weight. Posing nude was my way of saying "fuck you, fat is sexy too." Let's face it, it's not. I can't change that, and its really not in anyone's best interest TO make fat/obesity sexy. Instead, "I'm still beautiful" should have been the message my artistry conveyed.
Now that I'm 35 (I know I don't look a day over 20...7), I am more aware than ever of this ridiculous weight that society puts on the overweight. It's stifling and nearly unbearable. Why? Because the older I get, the harder it is to find time to worry about my weight. So I stopped. I stopped worrying about every little pound, every meal, what I ate, when I ate, all of it. I just stopped. Somehow the weight loss gods have found favor in my nonchalance and I've lost nearly 40 lbs over the course of a year.
I haven't changed my diet that much at all. I eat the same things I ate before. I try to pick a sandwich over a burger. I never eat all my fries. I stopped buying sweets and eventually stopped craving them. One day I bought a pint of ice cream, ate some of it (about 1/3) and put the lid on it and put it back in the freezer. The funny thing is, it didn't occur to me that I didn't eat the whole thing until about an hour later. I had to ask myself "did I really just do that?" Even better, I didn't want to go back and get it out of the freezer and finish it.
I was only exercising so that I could see the trainer. He was too hot for words. That's hardly a reason to exercise because now that I don't see him...I don't exercise. I'm not sad about it either. I have my memories of both. I really can't remember where I was going with this so I guess it's time to wrap it up.
STOP.
Stop freaking out about not losing weight.
Stop weighing yourself every day.
Stop feeling guilty about what you ate. It's already in your belly. Move on and try again.
Stop comparing your success to that of others.
Stop seeing yourself as insufficient, undesirable, and the like.
I'm here to tell you...
YOU
ARE
ENOUGH!
You are beautiful. Be confident. Have you told yourself how awesome you are today? No??!?? Go then! Because you are!
When I stopped, it started. As my dad would say..."you'll figure that out on your way to work tomorrow."
Enough of the rhetoric with the diet and the "America's obesity crisis" bla bla bla. I've heard all I can stand and I can stand NO MORE. Up with this I will not put!
So once upon a time I tried to be a model. I saw those women in the VS catalogs, and Maxim magazines and I wanted to BE that woman. The woman that men looked at and had naughty dreams about. The woman that made every woman suck in her gut when she walked by. The woman that had her perfectly poreless face plastered all over beauty ads and such. So I started posing for pictures. Eventually, a photographer or four asked me to pose nude. Yeah I said nude. I also said yes. Me. 5'4" tall and over 200lbs, pose nude for photographs. I did that.
I know what you're thinking...PORN. Hell naw this chic wasn't in nobody's porno! !! I posed for people that drew/sketched me, and I did artistic nude photos (out in the country and such...just being FREE). No one saw my va j j and there were no pictures of my va j j. My stomach helped to hide it quite frankly, but that's not the point. The point is it was tasteful.
To this day, those were some of the most beautiful photographs I have ever taken. I am not ashamed of it in the least! In fact, I feel like everyone should try it. It was thrilling to have people doting over you constantly. "Are you hot...are you thirsty...can we get you anything...oh that looks marvelous...your skin looks flawless in this light." It was the BEST rush of compliments and boosted my self esteem. One day, I was posing for a life drawing class for freelance artists. We were taking a break and one of the artists (a woman) approached me. She thanked me for being so wonderful to draw. At the time, I thought that was the greatest compliment I had ever been given. Now...I think of it a little differently. Now my mind feels like what she was really telling me is that I was complicated to draw. Is that really a compliment? Doesn't seem like it. Don't go throwing me no pitty parties.
Every day I think about what I look like. Being single drives this. Every day, some guy tells me how attractive I am...but I'm single. At one point I did wonder if I was psychotic. But my failures in relationships all stem from my failure to realize myself for what I am. Or at least that was the problem. I now know I am frigging AWESOME! But I am still over 200 lbs. For now.
Society tries to force down your throat every day that healthy can be judged by appearance. This isn't true. The sexiest Playboy model can have diabetes, high blood pressure, etc...and she's probably a size 0. It is my mission to be what I feel is healthy...not what society sees as healthy. I'm not on this earth to please the public. That would make me a celebrity. LOL If MY "healthy" is 200lbs...then so be it! Stressing about not conforming to some standard invented by someone I've never met, and whom has certainly never met me, is what kept me from losing weight. Posing nude was my way of saying "fuck you, fat is sexy too." Let's face it, it's not. I can't change that, and its really not in anyone's best interest TO make fat/obesity sexy. Instead, "I'm still beautiful" should have been the message my artistry conveyed.
Now that I'm 35 (I know I don't look a day over 20...7), I am more aware than ever of this ridiculous weight that society puts on the overweight. It's stifling and nearly unbearable. Why? Because the older I get, the harder it is to find time to worry about my weight. So I stopped. I stopped worrying about every little pound, every meal, what I ate, when I ate, all of it. I just stopped. Somehow the weight loss gods have found favor in my nonchalance and I've lost nearly 40 lbs over the course of a year.
I haven't changed my diet that much at all. I eat the same things I ate before. I try to pick a sandwich over a burger. I never eat all my fries. I stopped buying sweets and eventually stopped craving them. One day I bought a pint of ice cream, ate some of it (about 1/3) and put the lid on it and put it back in the freezer. The funny thing is, it didn't occur to me that I didn't eat the whole thing until about an hour later. I had to ask myself "did I really just do that?" Even better, I didn't want to go back and get it out of the freezer and finish it.
I was only exercising so that I could see the trainer. He was too hot for words. That's hardly a reason to exercise because now that I don't see him...I don't exercise. I'm not sad about it either. I have my memories of both. I really can't remember where I was going with this so I guess it's time to wrap it up.
STOP.
Stop freaking out about not losing weight.
Stop weighing yourself every day.
Stop feeling guilty about what you ate. It's already in your belly. Move on and try again.
Stop comparing your success to that of others.
Stop seeing yourself as insufficient, undesirable, and the like.
I'm here to tell you...
YOU
ARE
ENOUGH!
You are beautiful. Be confident. Have you told yourself how awesome you are today? No??!?? Go then! Because you are!
When I stopped, it started. As my dad would say..."you'll figure that out on your way to work tomorrow."
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Sunday Ranting Sunday
Austin is finally getting some much needed precipitation and one the one hand I couldn't be happier. On the other hand though, what is it about the rain that makes a diva sleepy as hell?? I mean my B12 did not kick in at ALL this weekend and I must've slept 30 hours. Look at me...I'm up now and yawning. This is ridiculous.
Hottie Trainer (YES that's his name!) said that we need to change my workout. Could you see my eyes rolling? I pretended to bat my eyelashes. What IS it with the athletic? I mean sure I can definitely admire him for all his tall blonde and blue hotness, but if he's not careful he's going to irk my last nerve. Then what am I going to do? His plan works...he's delectable eye candy motivation...but man all this exercise is ... is like ... how can I put this delicately... WORK. Needless to say, with the rain, a diva didn't work out today. I drove to Wendy's to get some chili and a lemonade (no snitching me out about the lemonade b/c Hottie Trainer says "only water and not that crystal light junk either"... yeah me too).
So on my way to Wendy's I'm noticing how many people drive in the damn rain without their headlights on. WTF??? I understand that YOU can see...but a bitch CAN'T SEE YOU!! Between the water coming off your tires, to the water falling on your car...your shit blends in. I'm sorry. Even you yellow taxis and neon sporty cars. That is the most aggravating thing for someone that has had an accident and is now paranoid about all turns that are not directed by a green arrow. I admit my contacts need an upgrade and you are not helping the situation by refusing to let your 'automatic' lights go on. I guess that's what baffles me the most. Every car after like 2000 comes with automatic daytime running lights. So how the eff can anyone drive on purpose, in the rain, with no lights is beyond my realm of reason.
After Wendy's, I settled in for a night of family un-friendly adult cartoons. Family Guy and the Simpsons. The Simpsons actually made me laugh twice, but Family Guy showed back to back reruns. WTF??? Has Seth McFarlane run out of material? Surely not! So I turned to old faithful: American Greed on CNBC. How's this for incredible:
Geeky guy studies investment banking and turned $80K into a $240M ponzi scheme. WITH a harem of 15 women. When I say geeky...I mean Bill Gates is hot compared to this guy. There is not enough money in the world in my opinion to replace physical attraction. Then HLN has been showing murder/death/kill lately on Saturday and Sunday. Here's something else that blew my mind today:
Guy is brought up on murder charges, somehow skips the country but gets caught in Amsterdam. Evidently the only way Amsterdam was going to 'allow' extradition back to the US was if they did NOT prosecute him on the murder charges. What???????? They said that we could charge him with phony passport and such but that's it. No justice for the victim's family. That is fracking incredible. He got 14 yrs for the falsifying passport documents and identification thing. Once he serves that time, he can be charged with murder. Surely that will happen because those cops have nothing else to do but remember that particular case. sheesh
So those were things that blew my mind today.
/rant
Hottie Trainer (YES that's his name!) said that we need to change my workout. Could you see my eyes rolling? I pretended to bat my eyelashes. What IS it with the athletic? I mean sure I can definitely admire him for all his tall blonde and blue hotness, but if he's not careful he's going to irk my last nerve. Then what am I going to do? His plan works...he's delectable eye candy motivation...but man all this exercise is ... is like ... how can I put this delicately... WORK. Needless to say, with the rain, a diva didn't work out today. I drove to Wendy's to get some chili and a lemonade (no snitching me out about the lemonade b/c Hottie Trainer says "only water and not that crystal light junk either"... yeah me too).
So on my way to Wendy's I'm noticing how many people drive in the damn rain without their headlights on. WTF??? I understand that YOU can see...but a bitch CAN'T SEE YOU!! Between the water coming off your tires, to the water falling on your car...your shit blends in. I'm sorry. Even you yellow taxis and neon sporty cars. That is the most aggravating thing for someone that has had an accident and is now paranoid about all turns that are not directed by a green arrow. I admit my contacts need an upgrade and you are not helping the situation by refusing to let your 'automatic' lights go on. I guess that's what baffles me the most. Every car after like 2000 comes with automatic daytime running lights. So how the eff can anyone drive on purpose, in the rain, with no lights is beyond my realm of reason.
After Wendy's, I settled in for a night of family un-friendly adult cartoons. Family Guy and the Simpsons. The Simpsons actually made me laugh twice, but Family Guy showed back to back reruns. WTF??? Has Seth McFarlane run out of material? Surely not! So I turned to old faithful: American Greed on CNBC. How's this for incredible:
Geeky guy studies investment banking and turned $80K into a $240M ponzi scheme. WITH a harem of 15 women. When I say geeky...I mean Bill Gates is hot compared to this guy. There is not enough money in the world in my opinion to replace physical attraction. Then HLN has been showing murder/death/kill lately on Saturday and Sunday. Here's something else that blew my mind today:
Guy is brought up on murder charges, somehow skips the country but gets caught in Amsterdam. Evidently the only way Amsterdam was going to 'allow' extradition back to the US was if they did NOT prosecute him on the murder charges. What???????? They said that we could charge him with phony passport and such but that's it. No justice for the victim's family. That is fracking incredible. He got 14 yrs for the falsifying passport documents and identification thing. Once he serves that time, he can be charged with murder. Surely that will happen because those cops have nothing else to do but remember that particular case. sheesh
So those were things that blew my mind today.
/rant
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
New Diet "Breakthrough"...Or So Him Says
Yesterday around 4pm CST, I found myself mystified by Dr. Oz. Now normally, I try my best to steer away from his show, and as I was perusing the cable guide to see what else was on, he said something to catch my immediate attention. Needless to say, I ended up watching half the show. Enough to get what I felt was 'important.'
My thing about Dr. Oz is that there is always a "breakthrough" something. Be it fat burner, diet, exercise, cancer killer, whatever...every single show has some kind of ground-breaking discovery. Hence why I try to not watch. I will admit I started watching when I had to take a mental health vacation from work but that is precisely when I noticed that every single show has this cutting edge knowledge that has never before been discussed. Or so him claimed. I'm not knocking Ms. O's Dr. I'm just not happy with his marketing campaign. Onward we forge about why he held my attention through commercials for 30 minutes yesterday.
It seems the good Dr has done a 14 day study with about 100 or so participants (according to the show) on something called ... wait for it ...
Green
Coffee
Bean
Extract
Not to be confused with regular coffee that you add cream and sugar to (and if you're me, let McDonald's blend into a frappé for you). It's a supplement. One that, like everything else he talks about, I have never heard of. What caught my attention (because I was trying to find something else to watch remember) were these words:
weight loss, no dieting, no lifestyle change
So now I'm hooked right. Now you're hanging on my every typed word like I was glued to the good Dr on TV.
In their study, half the participants received a placebo and half received the supplement. Dr. showed us what both of them looked like and you could not visually tell the difference between the two. The participants were asked to keep a food journal and take the "pill" 30 minutes prior to eating 3 times a day. Here's the great thing about it...the results were discussed BEFORE the audience was told who was given the placebo and who was given the real supplement. Shocking! The results...EVERYONE lost weight. (Now I'm REALLY interested).
The average was 1-2 lbs/week, which the Dr. says is a healthy rate of weight loss. Naturally, those that took the supplement lost closer to the 2 lbs/week. Neither group increased their exercise habits. One woman said she literally ate everything that was "not nailed down" and still lost 4 lbs. It was then conveniently revealed that she was given the supplement.
So...those of us who loathe exercise may finally have that little magic pill we've been praying for. Though not the best idea for long-term "health," it may be a quick fix for short-term weight loss. In other words, it could very well be your will power in a bottle for the following diet plans:
Summer Slimdown
Get Yo Fine On
Cutting back for the Cruise
Knock 'em Dead 30 Yr Reunion
-You get the idea.
Now recently, I have lost about 15 lbs. The last 5 or so have been with the help of a totally hot trainer. Lawd it is hard to be cute while you are sweating and out of breath...but pretending to not be out of breath. So every time he looks the other way, you want to collapse but catch yourself just in time for him to turn around and you pretend you're an Olympian that's only slightly off her game, giggling up a storm while you ask him how to do what he just said one more time (so you can make a feeble attempt at catching your breath from the last set you just did). Sorry. Tangent.
The other 10 lbs I lost while I was on the road traveling. You would think that without access to a kitchen, and eating out for every single meal I would gain weight. But I managed to lose about 10 lbs. Mind you these are the 10 that have not come back. Everyone's weight goes up and down. I was trying to figure out how that happened.
I ate carbs. Jimmy John's and I became really close friends. I had pizza (love Papa John's). I even had burgers and fried foods at nice restaurants. Still lost weight. The good Dr. said that the power of the mind speaks volumes. Remember the people that took the placebo still lost weight too. Maybe I said I was going to go to the gym enough times, my body just decided to start letting go of the pounds for me so that I wouldn't kill (read: seriously injure) myself at the gym. Maybe it was the regular eating spread throughout the day. I have a per diem, and best believe I ate my three meals/day. Who knows. I sho don't care! I'm happy either way. Now that I've been home for about a month, the weight hasn't come back.
If you're going to get the supplement and try your own study, Dr. Oz encourages you to share your results on his website. You can Google that. Here is what you have to bear in mind when you shop for this supplement. I would suggest Whole Foods or the Vitamin Shoppe if you want to buy it at a physical store. I'm sure you can find it online easily but be wary of the following:
-If it has Dr. Oz' name or photo on it...DON'T BUY IT!!!-he said that on his show...real talk.
-If you can't read the ingredients (either they aren't shown or they aren't legible)...DON'T BUY IT!!!
Ingredients MUST include:
GCA
Svetol
At least 45% Chlorogenic Acid
0 Fillers/Binders/Artificial Ingredients (Google every ingredient you don't recognize)
The test group took 400mg supplements.
I might try it. If I do, I will definitely update this post with my progress. If YOU try it please understand:
I am in no way shape or form a paid spokesperson for the Dr. Oz show nor am I a paid spokesperson for this product/supplement. Please be sure to consult with your regular, real-life Dr before starting ANY diet or exercise plan including ones talked about by people on TV or the Internet. :-)
My thing about Dr. Oz is that there is always a "breakthrough" something. Be it fat burner, diet, exercise, cancer killer, whatever...every single show has some kind of ground-breaking discovery. Hence why I try to not watch. I will admit I started watching when I had to take a mental health vacation from work but that is precisely when I noticed that every single show has this cutting edge knowledge that has never before been discussed. Or so him claimed. I'm not knocking Ms. O's Dr. I'm just not happy with his marketing campaign. Onward we forge about why he held my attention through commercials for 30 minutes yesterday.
It seems the good Dr has done a 14 day study with about 100 or so participants (according to the show) on something called ... wait for it ...
Green
Coffee
Bean
Extract
Not to be confused with regular coffee that you add cream and sugar to (and if you're me, let McDonald's blend into a frappé for you). It's a supplement. One that, like everything else he talks about, I have never heard of. What caught my attention (because I was trying to find something else to watch remember) were these words:
weight loss, no dieting, no lifestyle change
So now I'm hooked right. Now you're hanging on my every typed word like I was glued to the good Dr on TV.
In their study, half the participants received a placebo and half received the supplement. Dr. showed us what both of them looked like and you could not visually tell the difference between the two. The participants were asked to keep a food journal and take the "pill" 30 minutes prior to eating 3 times a day. Here's the great thing about it...the results were discussed BEFORE the audience was told who was given the placebo and who was given the real supplement. Shocking! The results...EVERYONE lost weight. (Now I'm REALLY interested).
The average was 1-2 lbs/week, which the Dr. says is a healthy rate of weight loss. Naturally, those that took the supplement lost closer to the 2 lbs/week. Neither group increased their exercise habits. One woman said she literally ate everything that was "not nailed down" and still lost 4 lbs. It was then conveniently revealed that she was given the supplement.
So...those of us who loathe exercise may finally have that little magic pill we've been praying for. Though not the best idea for long-term "health," it may be a quick fix for short-term weight loss. In other words, it could very well be your will power in a bottle for the following diet plans:
Summer Slimdown
Get Yo Fine On
Cutting back for the Cruise
Knock 'em Dead 30 Yr Reunion
-You get the idea.
Now recently, I have lost about 15 lbs. The last 5 or so have been with the help of a totally hot trainer. Lawd it is hard to be cute while you are sweating and out of breath...but pretending to not be out of breath. So every time he looks the other way, you want to collapse but catch yourself just in time for him to turn around and you pretend you're an Olympian that's only slightly off her game, giggling up a storm while you ask him how to do what he just said one more time (so you can make a feeble attempt at catching your breath from the last set you just did). Sorry. Tangent.
The other 10 lbs I lost while I was on the road traveling. You would think that without access to a kitchen, and eating out for every single meal I would gain weight. But I managed to lose about 10 lbs. Mind you these are the 10 that have not come back. Everyone's weight goes up and down. I was trying to figure out how that happened.
I ate carbs. Jimmy John's and I became really close friends. I had pizza (love Papa John's). I even had burgers and fried foods at nice restaurants. Still lost weight. The good Dr. said that the power of the mind speaks volumes. Remember the people that took the placebo still lost weight too. Maybe I said I was going to go to the gym enough times, my body just decided to start letting go of the pounds for me so that I wouldn't kill (read: seriously injure) myself at the gym. Maybe it was the regular eating spread throughout the day. I have a per diem, and best believe I ate my three meals/day. Who knows. I sho don't care! I'm happy either way. Now that I've been home for about a month, the weight hasn't come back.
If you're going to get the supplement and try your own study, Dr. Oz encourages you to share your results on his website. You can Google that. Here is what you have to bear in mind when you shop for this supplement. I would suggest Whole Foods or the Vitamin Shoppe if you want to buy it at a physical store. I'm sure you can find it online easily but be wary of the following:
-If it has Dr. Oz' name or photo on it...DON'T BUY IT!!!-he said that on his show...real talk.
-If you can't read the ingredients (either they aren't shown or they aren't legible)...DON'T BUY IT!!!
Ingredients MUST include:
GCA
Svetol
At least 45% Chlorogenic Acid
0 Fillers/Binders/Artificial Ingredients (Google every ingredient you don't recognize)
The test group took 400mg supplements.
I might try it. If I do, I will definitely update this post with my progress. If YOU try it please understand:
I am in no way shape or form a paid spokesperson for the Dr. Oz show nor am I a paid spokesperson for this product/supplement. Please be sure to consult with your regular, real-life Dr before starting ANY diet or exercise plan including ones talked about by people on TV or the Internet. :-)
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Sunday Night Contemplations
Hello everyone in netland!
So I'm sitting here watching "reality tv" and realize that this is so scripted it's ridonculous. Most of you have already come to this realization, however, for me...the whole point in reality tv is to escape into that magical real-world of make believe. When it becomes unbearably obvious that it's fake, it kind of takes the 'escape' part out of the equation making it pointless to watch.
Cable tv is slowly becoming my arch nemesis. I can't live without it because there aren't enough books yet published filled with sex and/or pictures to hold my attention. Yes I said it. Here I am, a thirty-something year old woman that cannot read literature for what it is (or rather what it should be). There has to be an entertainment factor. None of that lesson to learn/moral stuff or ongoing diatribes/babble and overuse of hyperbole to say something in twenty words instead of five. Kind of like how I just did.
Fifty Shades of Grey is the last book (or set of books) I have read. Thoroughly enjoyable. Lots of sex. LMAO. I honestly don't understand why the books were so "controversial." Black women who know authors like Zane and Cairo, probably would find this book rated PG by comparison. The only taboo issue becomes evident by the third chapter and that's the only thing that makes it steamy. But that's just my opinion. Some of the terminology was seriously unfamiliar territory for me so I actually had to Google some things. Maybe that's what the hoopla is all about...women just want to read their sexy books and not have to look up what words mean to understand what makes the book sexy. I dunno.
But back to cable. If I turn off the cable, I'm forced to find ways to entertain my cats which really become much like children. The very reason why I have cats is because they are far more independent than dogs (generally speaking) until they notice that you aren't paying attention to them...and actually feel like being paid attention to. My cats in particular love to bother me when I'm doing something. I think its annoyingly cute but if I wasn't doing anything it would be worse. They have more energy than I do and that's not what I signed up for. I kind of signed up for the company factor (i.e. not being totally alone in my apartment, hearing the pitter patter of their paws on my hardwood floors).
So cable. There are literally a thousand channels and the same shit is on all of them. Every day. When I say every day, I mean literally every single day. They have no playlist. I don't know why that is. It would seem to be a requirement of having the zillions of choices for channels. Then again, it makes me think that cable tv ratings aren't as important as ordinary tv ratings. Otherwise they wouldn't show the same things over and over and over and over and over and over and over...you get the idea.
For that matter, what in the world has happened to ordinary tv? Remember when tv shows would last from September until December? What is with this new half-a-semester/season thing? Me no likey, so me no watchey. Hence the cable. Yet lately, I find myself watching the same channels:
HBO for True Blood - now over, and the Newsroom - also over now,
Showtime for Weeds - which I keep missing so I have to record it
Lifetime for Drop Dead Diva - now over
CNBC for American Greed
MSNBC for the "murder/death/kill" type shows
Cartoon Network.
Of all the channels, CN gets the most airplay in this apt. I think I've seen nearly every episode of Family Guy, King of the Hill, and American Dad but they never get old. Yet flipping through the guide and seeing what is on at the moment on the premium channels has me constantly thinking "wasn't that shit on yesterday?" or worse "aren't they showing the same damn thing on the OTHER HBO channel?" So I guess I'll hold onto it until I feel that it is seriously financially unnecessary. Then I will remind myself that without cable, I can only get 8 channels of PBS so I'll end up keeping it.
Not sure what else to write now, so ...
K. Bye!
So I'm sitting here watching "reality tv" and realize that this is so scripted it's ridonculous. Most of you have already come to this realization, however, for me...the whole point in reality tv is to escape into that magical real-world of make believe. When it becomes unbearably obvious that it's fake, it kind of takes the 'escape' part out of the equation making it pointless to watch.
Cable tv is slowly becoming my arch nemesis. I can't live without it because there aren't enough books yet published filled with sex and/or pictures to hold my attention. Yes I said it. Here I am, a thirty-something year old woman that cannot read literature for what it is (or rather what it should be). There has to be an entertainment factor. None of that lesson to learn/moral stuff or ongoing diatribes/babble and overuse of hyperbole to say something in twenty words instead of five. Kind of like how I just did.
Fifty Shades of Grey is the last book (or set of books) I have read. Thoroughly enjoyable. Lots of sex. LMAO. I honestly don't understand why the books were so "controversial." Black women who know authors like Zane and Cairo, probably would find this book rated PG by comparison. The only taboo issue becomes evident by the third chapter and that's the only thing that makes it steamy. But that's just my opinion. Some of the terminology was seriously unfamiliar territory for me so I actually had to Google some things. Maybe that's what the hoopla is all about...women just want to read their sexy books and not have to look up what words mean to understand what makes the book sexy. I dunno.
But back to cable. If I turn off the cable, I'm forced to find ways to entertain my cats which really become much like children. The very reason why I have cats is because they are far more independent than dogs (generally speaking) until they notice that you aren't paying attention to them...and actually feel like being paid attention to. My cats in particular love to bother me when I'm doing something. I think its annoyingly cute but if I wasn't doing anything it would be worse. They have more energy than I do and that's not what I signed up for. I kind of signed up for the company factor (i.e. not being totally alone in my apartment, hearing the pitter patter of their paws on my hardwood floors).
So cable. There are literally a thousand channels and the same shit is on all of them. Every day. When I say every day, I mean literally every single day. They have no playlist. I don't know why that is. It would seem to be a requirement of having the zillions of choices for channels. Then again, it makes me think that cable tv ratings aren't as important as ordinary tv ratings. Otherwise they wouldn't show the same things over and over and over and over and over and over and over...you get the idea.
For that matter, what in the world has happened to ordinary tv? Remember when tv shows would last from September until December? What is with this new half-a-semester/season thing? Me no likey, so me no watchey. Hence the cable. Yet lately, I find myself watching the same channels:
HBO for True Blood - now over, and the Newsroom - also over now,
Showtime for Weeds - which I keep missing so I have to record it
Lifetime for Drop Dead Diva - now over
CNBC for American Greed
MSNBC for the "murder/death/kill" type shows
Cartoon Network.
Of all the channels, CN gets the most airplay in this apt. I think I've seen nearly every episode of Family Guy, King of the Hill, and American Dad but they never get old. Yet flipping through the guide and seeing what is on at the moment on the premium channels has me constantly thinking "wasn't that shit on yesterday?" or worse "aren't they showing the same damn thing on the OTHER HBO channel?" So I guess I'll hold onto it until I feel that it is seriously financially unnecessary. Then I will remind myself that without cable, I can only get 8 channels of PBS so I'll end up keeping it.
Not sure what else to write now, so ...
K. Bye!
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