Hi all!
In my last post, I talked about making some upgrades to my life. This was an extension of the pre '13 upgrade post, being more specific as to what I was upgrading. So this is going to be the kick off point for my physical upgrade. Think of it as a metamorphosis.
Now I have my own personal reasons for wanting to change my outer self to reflect a chic, sophisticated, and classy chic...that screams upscale! Why? So I can attract the man I've been looking for of course. Everyone "looks" at a corvette, but few buy. You'll get that later if you keep thinking about it. Mind you, I love my curvaceous self and will always be that way. I'm just going to condense it down and then dress myself up in more refined packaging.
So I'm on FB and I see an old co-worker raving about this product called A.C.E. It's an acronym that stands for Appetite Control and Energy. <Click on the name to learn about the product. I plan to only buy this from Kristen because that's where my personal connection lies. Click on this link to buy but read the rest of the post before you do! Buy A.C.E. here.
Now I'm no pusher so I try to do my research. One of my goals for the '13 was to not be a patsy. There are some things you should know about the product as they alarmed me (but not enough to not try it out for myself). I'm going to share my concerns with you not to dissuade you from buying the product, but to point out what stood out to me. Think of it as a consumer pre-review.
This product has 180 mg of Caffeine. That sounds like a lot. Is it a lot? I have no idea. I'm not a Dr. I vote you ask your Dr if it is.
This product also has dimenthylpentylamine. After you figure out how to pronounce this word, you should probably Google it. It is a stimulant. Mind you, methinks this is what helps you burn calories or raise your metabolism in conjunction with the vitamin B6, but if anyone has taken diet pills before it's this woman! One thing I hate is feeling like my heart is racing. Here are the side effects of dimenthylpentylamine according to WebMD (by the way, I know several health care professionals that swear WebMD is the devil so again, this is one to ask your Dr about).
That said, those two ingredients are my concern. I don't like feeling jittery. My personal reference for this product says you must drink a lot of water. I found a blogger that substituted water for sweet tea and still had results. So I'm going with that. Not to mention, Great Value has lots of water flavor thingies that are sweetened with Stevia...not aspartame since that is truly the Devil/enemy! So between my 2 quart jug of sweet tea (1/2 cup sugar) I think I'll be okay. One of these days, I'm going to figure out how many points that breaks down to. I joined Weight Watchers.
On the Weight Watchers note, the Special K protein shakes and Spiru-Tein protein powder mixed with vanilla almond milk (Blue Diamond in the refrigerator section at the grocery store) are both only 5 points! Just tossing that out there. The Spiru-Tein chocolate and strawberry taste like a milkshake with the vanilla almond milk. If you get the fruity one, I strongly suggest you ONLY mix it with orange juice...but I haven't had that one in a while so I haven't calculated the points for that combo. Back to A.C.E.
So I've placed my order and I got my email confirmation. Please pay attention to your email if you order. There will be information in there about "auto shipments." You want to deactivate this function ASAP! Like the day you get the email for your account so you don't forget. That little gem of information is free but can save you a fortune if you're not prepared to continue to purchase the product. Since I'm trying it out, I haven't decided if I'm going to do the auto ship thing or not.
You also have the option to just order samples (< click "samples"). This will allow you to avoid the auto ship.
I will write again once I receive my order and start taking the supplements. I'm drinking sweet tea or water with great value flavors (that use Stevia instead of sugar or aspartame). I'll continue to think about exercising. lol
TTFN
Friday, January 25, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Upgrading in the '13
So my last blog was about upgrading. After careful consideration I've decided that I need to upgrade several areas of my life.
Physical
I joined Weight Watchers because seeing Jennifer looking so fabulous, and watching Shahs of Sunset made me just want to starve myself thin. Realizing that about five seconds after I thought about never eating again, I was hungry, I quickly concluded that approach wasn't going to work. So I forked over some cash to join Weight Watchers.
Doing the program online is like $18/mo or something. Very minimal and very tricky. Tricky in the sense of you trick yourself into thinking "this is easy...just have to put in everything I eat." I have short term memory issues, so I'm finding this to be a challenge. Nonetheless, I will keep everyone in blog land posted on the progress.
Why lose weight?
The kind of man I'm attracted to is physically fit. While there are men out there that like women as curvaceously fierce as myself, I don't like myself. I mean when you're thankful that the mirror is not directly across from the bathtub...it's time to consider why you don't like looking at your own self nekkid. Not to mention, if you don't like looking at you nekkid...should someone else?
Men are attracted to confidence. So to up my confidence factor (and not rely solely upon my stilettos and wigs to carry the burden) I need to feel that I look better than Beyoncé, Lilly, and all them skinny bitches (I say that out of love) when THIS bitch is nekkid. So I'm upgrading my figure. lol
Mental
I watch entirely too much damn TV. Nothing good is on TV. The more I watch it, the more I find wrong with it. For example, Dr. Oz taking down Sally Hansen. I mean seriously? We need better things to watch than the "gel nail polish may cause cancer". Friggin everything causes cancer. Why? Because everyone has cancer-ous (sp?) cells in their system already. How do I know this? I already told ya...watch too much damn TV.
So instead of watching so much television, I'm going to write more. When I feel the urge to flip on the TV I'm going to turn on some music instead. I'm going to limit myself to 4 hrs a day if I can. Keep in mind the TV is on all day currently. So 4 hours is going to be a giant leap for me. I've downloaded some books on my Kindle without sex or pictures so I'll start with reading those. When I get bored, or inspiration hits me, I'll work on my novella (of the written type).
Financial
Now everyone I know is living paycheck to paycheck. I'm no different. I was actually upset that I was working for more than my typical allotment of hours yesterday (oh, and the TV didn't get turned on until about 5:30p because of it). Just issue after issue and I was starting to feel like I felt when I worked in Hell. Those of you that worked there with me know of which employer I'm referring. Nonetheless, I need to get paid more. The only way that's going to happen is if I get another job (been there, done that, and will NEVER "willingly" do that again!), or get promoted.
Fortunately for me, my boss doesn't hate me. I'm not sure he fancies me, but I do know he doesn't hate me. I do have a bit of a problem with confidence because the corporate universe is all about outshining your peers. But I need not feel incompetent nor have a lack of confidence. I just do because I'm paranoid about being "disposable." Everyone is. Nonetheless, I need to be more of the "can I help do anything" employee rather than the "lemme see if they give me something else to do" employee. The latter employee used to really piss me off when I worked at Hell and now that I work from home...I've realized I've slowly regressed into one of these kinds of employees due to one fact: I'm exhausted!
I've had 3 jobs at once before, worked 2 jobs and gone to school before, and since being in management and consulting...learned that salary is the new slavery. Now that I know what my limitations are, I refuse to reach them when I work from home. That in and of itself is supposed to reduce my stress level. Either way, I have to figure out a way to take on more (so I can get more exposure and publicity of the positive nature) without increasing my stress level. I'm fairly intelligent so this shouldn't be too too difficult. If all else fails...thank God for Prozac.
So as the '13 get movin, I've got to do the same. America has become the land of the lazy and I'm determined to not be part of THAT norm. Just my opinion. It's my blog, and I can express my opinion all I want to.
TTFN
Physical
I joined Weight Watchers because seeing Jennifer looking so fabulous, and watching Shahs of Sunset made me just want to starve myself thin. Realizing that about five seconds after I thought about never eating again, I was hungry, I quickly concluded that approach wasn't going to work. So I forked over some cash to join Weight Watchers.
Doing the program online is like $18/mo or something. Very minimal and very tricky. Tricky in the sense of you trick yourself into thinking "this is easy...just have to put in everything I eat." I have short term memory issues, so I'm finding this to be a challenge. Nonetheless, I will keep everyone in blog land posted on the progress.
Why lose weight?
The kind of man I'm attracted to is physically fit. While there are men out there that like women as curvaceously fierce as myself, I don't like myself. I mean when you're thankful that the mirror is not directly across from the bathtub...it's time to consider why you don't like looking at your own self nekkid. Not to mention, if you don't like looking at you nekkid...should someone else?
Men are attracted to confidence. So to up my confidence factor (and not rely solely upon my stilettos and wigs to carry the burden) I need to feel that I look better than Beyoncé, Lilly, and all them skinny bitches (I say that out of love) when THIS bitch is nekkid. So I'm upgrading my figure. lol
Mental
I watch entirely too much damn TV. Nothing good is on TV. The more I watch it, the more I find wrong with it. For example, Dr. Oz taking down Sally Hansen. I mean seriously? We need better things to watch than the "gel nail polish may cause cancer". Friggin everything causes cancer. Why? Because everyone has cancer-ous (sp?) cells in their system already. How do I know this? I already told ya...watch too much damn TV.
So instead of watching so much television, I'm going to write more. When I feel the urge to flip on the TV I'm going to turn on some music instead. I'm going to limit myself to 4 hrs a day if I can. Keep in mind the TV is on all day currently. So 4 hours is going to be a giant leap for me. I've downloaded some books on my Kindle without sex or pictures so I'll start with reading those. When I get bored, or inspiration hits me, I'll work on my novella (of the written type).
Financial
Now everyone I know is living paycheck to paycheck. I'm no different. I was actually upset that I was working for more than my typical allotment of hours yesterday (oh, and the TV didn't get turned on until about 5:30p because of it). Just issue after issue and I was starting to feel like I felt when I worked in Hell. Those of you that worked there with me know of which employer I'm referring. Nonetheless, I need to get paid more. The only way that's going to happen is if I get another job (been there, done that, and will NEVER "willingly" do that again!), or get promoted.
Fortunately for me, my boss doesn't hate me. I'm not sure he fancies me, but I do know he doesn't hate me. I do have a bit of a problem with confidence because the corporate universe is all about outshining your peers. But I need not feel incompetent nor have a lack of confidence. I just do because I'm paranoid about being "disposable." Everyone is. Nonetheless, I need to be more of the "can I help do anything" employee rather than the "lemme see if they give me something else to do" employee. The latter employee used to really piss me off when I worked at Hell and now that I work from home...I've realized I've slowly regressed into one of these kinds of employees due to one fact: I'm exhausted!
I've had 3 jobs at once before, worked 2 jobs and gone to school before, and since being in management and consulting...learned that salary is the new slavery. Now that I know what my limitations are, I refuse to reach them when I work from home. That in and of itself is supposed to reduce my stress level. Either way, I have to figure out a way to take on more (so I can get more exposure and publicity of the positive nature) without increasing my stress level. I'm fairly intelligent so this shouldn't be too too difficult. If all else fails...thank God for Prozac.
So as the '13 get movin, I've got to do the same. America has become the land of the lazy and I'm determined to not be part of THAT norm. Just my opinion. It's my blog, and I can express my opinion all I want to.
TTFN
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Damn Those Skinny Bitches
Don't go judging my post by it's title. Mo'Nique actually coined the "skinny bitch" phrase. As for my own personal experience, I have only met a handful of women that are slim, attractive, AND nice. Evidently Mo feels the same way.
Since it is the '13, I've been evaluating my life and things I want to change. Commercials are evil. They seem to have a magic way to point out my inadequacies. Ok maybe they just make me feel inadequate because of the casting. Damn casting managers.
Lately I've been watching television as part of my inspiration process, and I've discovered something. There are four skinny bitches that I really idolize. These for ladies make me want to up my physical game and I don't even know them, have never met them, and would probably come to tears if I did.
Skinny Bitch One: Lilly Ghalichi
She's like a size 00 Kim Kardashian. She seems super sweet to add insult to injury. She's from Texas, so she knows how to rock the big hair and everything else about her is pretty much perfect. If I were to be reincarnated Persian...I'd want to be her.
Skinny Bitch Two: Beyoncé
Yes I said Beyoncé. Originally, I was not a B fan but she has grown on me. It seems like motherhood has really upped her likeability factor with me and I am now a fan. She may not consider herself skinny, but by my definition she most certainly is in the single digits in dress sizes...that's skinny. She's a working mom, mogul, and she even cries pretty (youtube search that video). It's so not fair for regular women. At least her contribution is creating anthems for us regular women.
Skinny Bitch Three: Gretchen Rossi
Pamela Anderson has nothing on Gretchen. Point blank and the period (Tamar Braxton). Gretchen puts the bubbly in bubbly blonde, and is making a good name for herself business wise. Beauty and brains is always a good combination. Plus everything on her is au naturale (no fake boobs, no injections besides botox). She may not be Barbie, but she's pretty darn close to me.
Finally, Skinny Bitch Four: All those damn Victoria's Secret models
I'm so glad the holidays are over. Or so I thought. If I saw that "tell me you love me ... tell me there's no other woman in the world like me" commercial for give your boo VS for Christmas one more damn time I thought I would hang myself with my cellular phone cord. If you're not laughing, something is wrong with you...cellular phones don't have cords. Nonetheless, now they are doing their Spring campaign...so they're all oiled up and showing off their perfect abs and tight buns in bikinis. Makes me not want to eat anything but air for the rest of my natural life.
These women don't set out to make us feel like crap...they just have a natural way of doing it incidentally.
Oh who am I kidding. They do want us to feel like crap. That is the very nature of a woman: make that other bitch jealous.
Ladies, this is a rant. Nothing more.
Because I believe you can't complain if you're not trying to do something about your situation...I went ahead and joined Weight Watchers online. Maybe it was Jennifer. Maybe it was Jessica. Maybe it was my SB4 that pushed me over the edge, but dangit I'm claiming MY sexy back in the '13!
Now to go find a treadmill that will fit under my bed.
/rant
Since it is the '13, I've been evaluating my life and things I want to change. Commercials are evil. They seem to have a magic way to point out my inadequacies. Ok maybe they just make me feel inadequate because of the casting. Damn casting managers.
Lately I've been watching television as part of my inspiration process, and I've discovered something. There are four skinny bitches that I really idolize. These for ladies make me want to up my physical game and I don't even know them, have never met them, and would probably come to tears if I did.
Skinny Bitch One: Lilly Ghalichi
She's like a size 00 Kim Kardashian. She seems super sweet to add insult to injury. She's from Texas, so she knows how to rock the big hair and everything else about her is pretty much perfect. If I were to be reincarnated Persian...I'd want to be her.
Skinny Bitch Two: Beyoncé
Yes I said Beyoncé. Originally, I was not a B fan but she has grown on me. It seems like motherhood has really upped her likeability factor with me and I am now a fan. She may not consider herself skinny, but by my definition she most certainly is in the single digits in dress sizes...that's skinny. She's a working mom, mogul, and she even cries pretty (youtube search that video). It's so not fair for regular women. At least her contribution is creating anthems for us regular women.
Skinny Bitch Three: Gretchen Rossi
Pamela Anderson has nothing on Gretchen. Point blank and the period (Tamar Braxton). Gretchen puts the bubbly in bubbly blonde, and is making a good name for herself business wise. Beauty and brains is always a good combination. Plus everything on her is au naturale (no fake boobs, no injections besides botox). She may not be Barbie, but she's pretty darn close to me.
Finally, Skinny Bitch Four: All those damn Victoria's Secret models
I'm so glad the holidays are over. Or so I thought. If I saw that "tell me you love me ... tell me there's no other woman in the world like me" commercial for give your boo VS for Christmas one more damn time I thought I would hang myself with my cellular phone cord. If you're not laughing, something is wrong with you...cellular phones don't have cords. Nonetheless, now they are doing their Spring campaign...so they're all oiled up and showing off their perfect abs and tight buns in bikinis. Makes me not want to eat anything but air for the rest of my natural life.
These women don't set out to make us feel like crap...they just have a natural way of doing it incidentally.
Oh who am I kidding. They do want us to feel like crap. That is the very nature of a woman: make that other bitch jealous.
Ladies, this is a rant. Nothing more.
Because I believe you can't complain if you're not trying to do something about your situation...I went ahead and joined Weight Watchers online. Maybe it was Jennifer. Maybe it was Jessica. Maybe it was my SB4 that pushed me over the edge, but dangit I'm claiming MY sexy back in the '13!
Now to go find a treadmill that will fit under my bed.
/rant
Monday, December 31, 2012
Goodbye 2012
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!
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!
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."
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