This week has been particurly brutal. These last few months have been quite challenging. I don't like to get into details about my problems because they are not mine alone. But geesh, I need a break. A vacation, something.
I managed to stay on course though. I did not cheat, attempt to cheat or anything this week. For that I am grateful. Sometimes I eat without thought until I've already eaten. Then it would dawn on me that I just ate something I am not supposed to eat.
I watched this documentary called Forks Over Knives- it states statistics on things I have been saying all along. I am not a doctor, scientist, chemist or anything close. But, some things are common sense. Also I have been around long enough to see the evolution. I have a large family and have seen all of the struggles. I have laughed and cried about this subject for way too long. This documentary discusses the overall decline of the quality of food we eat. It chemically break down the way we are eating and digesting junk that is killing us and is addictive by design.
the website is http://www.forksoverknives.com/
awesome
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
I'm BAAACCCKKKK
OK so I have been tripping. I have been dealing with some heavy life changing and altering sh**. UGH...I had no energy to blog. No desire to write. My brain cells went on vacation and left my fat cells in charge. We know what happens when the fat cells are in control. All else is out of control. Well NO longer. I had to take my power back. This is a new year and a new day. I will share my successes, challenges and all. I shall bare all. I am usually a very private person but meeting so many people on line and person is slowly but surely changing that. I was running from my calling.
I have to go for now. but I promise, good things to come in 2012.
I have to go for now. but I promise, good things to come in 2012.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
where have you been?
that has been the question...well let me tell you I've have been hiding from the blogging thing. let me start by stating that I love blogging. however, I found myself getting caught up in political crap about weight. there are so many so called experts out there giving bad advice about weight loss and maintenance. there are so many types of weight loss programs available. i know that everyone has an opinion and is quite entitled to state it, but in blogging and the emails that i get, some people are just mean.
this world is loaded with some miserable folks out there and the power of the keystroke gives some the guts and balls to say crap that they would not say in person. i call them cyber gangsters. they sit in their houses in their bunny slippers, mickey pajamas, drinking junk and start spewing their venom anonymously. quite frankly it was starting to sicken me.
my story and advice is just that. mine. i own my experiences. i stand by them and will defend them to the end. i don't need to squash others to build myself up.
i prefer a light hearted humorous approach to my journey. the arguments are draining and not a good way to spend my dash.
on that note, to the friends, family and fans, that miss my post....i will be back soon.
love and miss you all.
werknprogress
this world is loaded with some miserable folks out there and the power of the keystroke gives some the guts and balls to say crap that they would not say in person. i call them cyber gangsters. they sit in their houses in their bunny slippers, mickey pajamas, drinking junk and start spewing their venom anonymously. quite frankly it was starting to sicken me.
my story and advice is just that. mine. i own my experiences. i stand by them and will defend them to the end. i don't need to squash others to build myself up.
i prefer a light hearted humorous approach to my journey. the arguments are draining and not a good way to spend my dash.
on that note, to the friends, family and fans, that miss my post....i will be back soon.
love and miss you all.
werknprogress
Thursday, August 18, 2011
MIA
yep I've been missing in action. well more like INaction that is. i have been away on company business and it is taking up all of my free time. too busy to blog.
now that I've gotten that off my chest, I can say that I have been a bad girl. My company provided our meals this week and wasn't concerned about my special dietary needs. I didn't complain much. I kind of just went with the flow. but now that I am officially miserable and feeling like I've gone backwards I can't help but wonder what the heck is wrong with me. I take full responsiblity for my actions. I really didn't think it was going to be such a big deal but boy was I dead wrong. Man o' man, I can't help but think if I was diabetic or stricken with some other type of disease that can be controlled by food would I have handled this week differntly?
OK so if I was a recovering alcolohic, I know I would have done a better job at staying sober. But, noooo, not the food addy, I ate this week, free. no out of pocket expense. but guess who is really paying for it? ME, you guessed it. note to self; there is always a price to pay for FREE.
I can't wait to get home so that I can undo the undoing that I am doing. thats it...pray for me...........
now that I've gotten that off my chest, I can say that I have been a bad girl. My company provided our meals this week and wasn't concerned about my special dietary needs. I didn't complain much. I kind of just went with the flow. but now that I am officially miserable and feeling like I've gone backwards I can't help but wonder what the heck is wrong with me. I take full responsiblity for my actions. I really didn't think it was going to be such a big deal but boy was I dead wrong. Man o' man, I can't help but think if I was diabetic or stricken with some other type of disease that can be controlled by food would I have handled this week differntly?
OK so if I was a recovering alcolohic, I know I would have done a better job at staying sober. But, noooo, not the food addy, I ate this week, free. no out of pocket expense. but guess who is really paying for it? ME, you guessed it. note to self; there is always a price to pay for FREE.
I can't wait to get home so that I can undo the undoing that I am doing. thats it...pray for me...........
Friday, August 12, 2011
body image-
I will just say this;
in speaking to a lot of people about weight and weight loss, it is apparent that we have some real issues with body image. i am completely surprised by the number of men and women, young and old that have major issues with their own bodies. we live in a world of photoshop perfection and it is not a cool world to be in.
we need to stop comparing ourselves to celebrities and entertainers. AND the models we see in the fashion magazines. did you know that most of the models don't even recognize themselves after the editors get finished with them? we are not perfect, nor are we meant to be.
we can only take care of the body that we have. that is what we are mandated to do. if you don't that is when the body will revolt and get you back. but that is conversation for another day.
all i am asking is that you learn to love your body enough....enough to eat better...enough to work it out...enough to dress it up....enough to keep it clean...enough to keep it moisturized...enough to keep it hydrated...enough to be comfortable in it, after all you can't trade it in for another.
a friendly reminder- you are your next meal from a new and healthy you. love yourself enough to start now.
in speaking to a lot of people about weight and weight loss, it is apparent that we have some real issues with body image. i am completely surprised by the number of men and women, young and old that have major issues with their own bodies. we live in a world of photoshop perfection and it is not a cool world to be in.
we need to stop comparing ourselves to celebrities and entertainers. AND the models we see in the fashion magazines. did you know that most of the models don't even recognize themselves after the editors get finished with them? we are not perfect, nor are we meant to be.
we can only take care of the body that we have. that is what we are mandated to do. if you don't that is when the body will revolt and get you back. but that is conversation for another day.
all i am asking is that you learn to love your body enough....enough to eat better...enough to work it out...enough to dress it up....enough to keep it clean...enough to keep it moisturized...enough to keep it hydrated...enough to be comfortable in it, after all you can't trade it in for another.
a friendly reminder- you are your next meal from a new and healthy you. love yourself enough to start now.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Dear Host:
I have read your letter. Dear Fat Cells and I can't help but laugh at you. If you think I am leaving just like that you have another thing coming. I know you and have been with you all of these years. I have stuck by you through thick and thin (okay wrong choice of word there). But it has been me that has been here for you when everyone and everything in your life was not.
My friends and I have taken great pleasure in growing our neighborhood. We have too much time invested in you to just leave because you want us to. Let me tell you something Missy, you are very comfortable and cushiony. We are like the bloods and crypts having our gang wars fighting over territory. We have employed little men to build landscape for us to play. Those folds in your back is our water ride like at the amusement park. We take great pleasure in making your thighs squish when you walk. So tell me what should I do with my seniors that has taken up housing in your protruding belly? We love it when people are trying to guess if you are preggers. ha ha ha...I'm cracking up just thinking about it.
As for the high blood pressure, edema, and sleep apnea, that's really not such a big deal to us. You see we have done far worse to some of our other hosts. However; we have agreed to only flare up every now and then instead of every day. You can still wear your hideous mask, take meds, and whatever you want to do. It really does help us to build resistance. So go ahead. Well as for your aches and pains- nothing we can do about that. That is the most fun about being a fat cell. Playing in the cracks and crevices you call joints is what we do. How about those times we made you out of breath just walking,,,that's a crack up right there.
Yep you and that zumba and step class and all of that jumping up and down makes us a little uncomfortable but its not going to make us leave. Remeber Jennifer- Hudson or Holiday- singing....and I am telling you, I'm not going,,, and you and you and you Your gonna love me- We that's our theme song. You need to stop acting like you don't want us here. All we have to do is get inside your head and make you eat and drink yourself fat again. Honey those 75lbs you think are lost are still here, shrunken and hidden, waiting for you to mess up. Why do you think you have all of that extra skin? Its just hanging out until you need it again.
I've enjoyed my chat with you but I have to go now, there are some cookies I want you to eat so I need to direct your attention elsewhere. But don't worry, we will be chit chatting again soon. Like I said, I ain't going...
Smooches Darling,
Your welcomed guest,
The Mayor of Fat Cells.
My friends and I have taken great pleasure in growing our neighborhood. We have too much time invested in you to just leave because you want us to. Let me tell you something Missy, you are very comfortable and cushiony. We are like the bloods and crypts having our gang wars fighting over territory. We have employed little men to build landscape for us to play. Those folds in your back is our water ride like at the amusement park. We take great pleasure in making your thighs squish when you walk. So tell me what should I do with my seniors that has taken up housing in your protruding belly? We love it when people are trying to guess if you are preggers. ha ha ha...I'm cracking up just thinking about it.
As for the high blood pressure, edema, and sleep apnea, that's really not such a big deal to us. You see we have done far worse to some of our other hosts. However; we have agreed to only flare up every now and then instead of every day. You can still wear your hideous mask, take meds, and whatever you want to do. It really does help us to build resistance. So go ahead. Well as for your aches and pains- nothing we can do about that. That is the most fun about being a fat cell. Playing in the cracks and crevices you call joints is what we do. How about those times we made you out of breath just walking,,,that's a crack up right there.
Yep you and that zumba and step class and all of that jumping up and down makes us a little uncomfortable but its not going to make us leave. Remeber Jennifer- Hudson or Holiday- singing....and I am telling you, I'm not going,,, and you and you and you Your gonna love me- We that's our theme song. You need to stop acting like you don't want us here. All we have to do is get inside your head and make you eat and drink yourself fat again. Honey those 75lbs you think are lost are still here, shrunken and hidden, waiting for you to mess up. Why do you think you have all of that extra skin? Its just hanging out until you need it again.
I've enjoyed my chat with you but I have to go now, there are some cookies I want you to eat so I need to direct your attention elsewhere. But don't worry, we will be chit chatting again soon. Like I said, I ain't going...
Smooches Darling,
Your welcomed guest,
The Mayor of Fat Cells.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
all because my boyfriend left me....
About 2 weeks ago I was waken by a very faint sound. To this day I don't know what the sound was, I just remember being startled as I looked around in the dark. NOTHING...I got up to tinkle barely opening my eyes as I fumbled through the dark. The illumination from the moon peaking through the windows was the only light throughout the whole house. I didn't want to really wake up so I kept everything dark. I was also trying to be considerate of the folks in my house.
Once back in bed nice and comfy I took a deep breath, closed my eyes like I have done many many times after waking up to go to the bathroom. But this time I just laid there. I just tossed and turned and flipped and moved all over the bed. I changed positions so that my head was at the foot of the bed and my feet were at the head. RESTLESS night is how I can describe it.
Throughout the day I was exhausted. I remember struggling through spin class. My thought process was to be too tired to not sleep. Boy was I wrong. I had a repeat of the previous night. This went on for a full week. After that there were no more play dates with my friend GYM. I was so tired I felt like I was moving in slow motion. I was a danger to society on the road. Then my eat healthy kick was sabotaged. I was way too tired to cook or prepare food or even worry about what I was eating. I won't even mention the junk I was eating. Like I said, I didn't care. I was a walking zombie with slurred speech, jumbled thoughts, mood swings, Louie Vuitton eyes, just an overall HOT MESS.
I posted on facebook how I have been spending my evenings and the advice poured in. Some really good advice and some off the wall crazy crap. Let me just say I am very afraid of becoming addicted to anything. I mean my food addiction is freaking killing me as is. I can't imagine adding another vice to my already jacked up body.
Well last night it happened. My boyfriend came back. He cradled me and comforted me for eight hours straight. My how I missed him. Never again will I say that "I don't need much"... He crept out in the middle of the night two weeks ago but when he returned it was just like old times. I didn't argue or anything. I know you are asking who is this boyfriend that has so much power over me? His absence has made me abandon my healthy goal and caused me to stop working out or eating right. Who had me on an emotional roller coaster and on the brink of a nervous break down. Not to mention the headaches and blurry vision. Whom I welcomed back without questioning where he'd been. Who crept back into my life as silently as he left. His name my precious is SLEEP.
Once back in bed nice and comfy I took a deep breath, closed my eyes like I have done many many times after waking up to go to the bathroom. But this time I just laid there. I just tossed and turned and flipped and moved all over the bed. I changed positions so that my head was at the foot of the bed and my feet were at the head. RESTLESS night is how I can describe it.
Throughout the day I was exhausted. I remember struggling through spin class. My thought process was to be too tired to not sleep. Boy was I wrong. I had a repeat of the previous night. This went on for a full week. After that there were no more play dates with my friend GYM. I was so tired I felt like I was moving in slow motion. I was a danger to society on the road. Then my eat healthy kick was sabotaged. I was way too tired to cook or prepare food or even worry about what I was eating. I won't even mention the junk I was eating. Like I said, I didn't care. I was a walking zombie with slurred speech, jumbled thoughts, mood swings, Louie Vuitton eyes, just an overall HOT MESS.
I posted on facebook how I have been spending my evenings and the advice poured in. Some really good advice and some off the wall crazy crap. Let me just say I am very afraid of becoming addicted to anything. I mean my food addiction is freaking killing me as is. I can't imagine adding another vice to my already jacked up body.
Well last night it happened. My boyfriend came back. He cradled me and comforted me for eight hours straight. My how I missed him. Never again will I say that "I don't need much"... He crept out in the middle of the night two weeks ago but when he returned it was just like old times. I didn't argue or anything. I know you are asking who is this boyfriend that has so much power over me? His absence has made me abandon my healthy goal and caused me to stop working out or eating right. Who had me on an emotional roller coaster and on the brink of a nervous break down. Not to mention the headaches and blurry vision. Whom I welcomed back without questioning where he'd been. Who crept back into my life as silently as he left. His name my precious is SLEEP.
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