Saturday, February 27, 2010

Masterfully Cleansed


When I used to look in the mirror, I saw a pretty face, nice hair, ok boobs, fat stomach, flabby thighs......you see how the compliments decrease the lower my eyes travel?

I had talked/thought about doing the cleanse for months on end, but until my cousin  sent me an invite to a fb group I hadn't made the mental decision to do so. While the invitation was sent innocently on her end, it was actually a call to action for me to really get my body in order so that I can maintain my health.

I've heard of others doing the fast and how hard it would be not to eat for 7 days and how bad the lemonade tasted. Luckily for me, that made me more dedicated to completing the cleanse AND made it easier somehow.

I know I can be greedy as hell, but I actually loved the lemonade mixture of cayenne pepper, maple syrup and lemon juice. Throughout the 7 days I experienced little hunger and no bad side effects. HOWEVER, if I had drunk the lemonade in more consistent intervals, even the slight dizziness and headaches could have probably been avoided.

On day 5 of the fast, I incorporated exercise....and it kicked my ass! However, the visual results were more immediate because the fat that was once covering my muscles had been decreased (or maybe it's all in my imagination). On Day 6 of 7 of my Master Cleanse journey I looked in the mirror, gasped and said, "OMG, my stomach is gone!!!" (see my one pack!!!!)

When I started, I was 143 pounds and today I am 141 or so. Most people say they lost 10-14 pounds on the cleanse, but I imagine they had more weight to spare than I do.

The biggest excitement for me was losing all that belly fat! I don't care about scale numbers. Looking at me and being surprised at the transformation was AWESOME. It was an immediate image booster which made me reconsider my entire body and its beauty.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Does It Matter If You're Black or White?


Today I put up some posts about John Mayer who said he's not open to dating black women. Later, I was called a racist by one of my non-black friends.

I could very well be a racist if it's based on my dating history. I've never dated anyone outside of my race. There have been offers....and subsequent rejections. I think the culture differences are too much for me. I can imagine me going over his family's house and hearing something racial or some lil kid trying to touch my hair....not a good ending.

So, am I racist or closed-minded? I know that I used to have a whole mental notebook of who I would not date (white, have kids, etc.). But, I have come to realize that I am limiting myself. I love all types of food (yes everything with me goes back to food), so why wouldn't I at least see if I'd LIKE men from other cultures.

If you see me "playing in the snow" (white man) or "making tacos" (latin) or "fixing computers" (asian), don't trip. I'm just sampling from life's buffet.......oops, just heard this last paragraph is racist too. DAMNIT!

Update 1-8-2019...black people cant be racist! Here’s a post I saw almost 2 hours ago on Facebook regarding generalized  statements. 



You can research for yourself why black people cannot be racist if you aren’t already aware, but here’s the relevant definition that people (is who want to call non-whites “racists”,(especially in America) overlook. We have  no systems that execute he principles of racism. 



 

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

New Construction Zone

A house was built on a rocky foundation. There were ingredients missing from the inside of the concrete, but the blueprints were so pretty that the imperfections were ignored. As time went on, the house began to shift. The homeowners noticed, but did not do anything to remedy the situation.

Soon, the homeowners got accustomed to the home and its uneven floors and cracked walls because the outside of the house was picture perfect. They then planted a small garden from which one long stemmed rose bloomed.

As things within the walls of the house grew increasingly worse, that rose continued to blossom. The house was ignored, but the rose continued to be watered and cultivated.

So is the story of my marriage. From the outside, we were perfect. The wedding was grand and beautiful. But, behind closed doors, problems had gone unaddressed and eventually I got too tired to bother fixing them.

But Son. He is the shining spot in this dim situation. He is the primary concern. Although the foundation has crumbled and the structure has fallen, the rose is worth all efforts to save. As the inhabitants of this broken structure regroup and relocate, we must remember that he is what matters.

Today, we took the first step. Communication was not poured in with foundation as it was set, but today it was implemented. I realized that baby mama drama didn't have to be a factor in moving forward as long as Son is kept as the primary topic. Although I was not the poster child of a successful marriage, I am confident that I can be a good role model in stress-free co-parenting.

Update 1-8-2019...nope, that stress-free co-parenting thing flopped, though I tried.