Journey to 135- Week 5

Week 5. Week 5 was stressful. Food alleviates my stress. Its comfort to my soul. I felt like scrapping my Journey to 135 And settling for a journey to 335. My week was rough. Last week, I decided to remove coffee from my diet. Coffee is another source of comfort. Once I have my morning…

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Konfessions: “Who Are you?”

“Who Are You?” 2 years ago. As I sat in my therapists office. Staring blankly into the air. My therapist was awaiting a response from me. “Who are you?” She asked. I tried to think of something clever to say. Something that would sound good. Something funny. The way my therapist stared intently at me.…

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Journey to 135: Weeks 1-4

Let’s see. My Journey to 135. Healthy Living Lifestyle. Summed into one word. HELP! Weeks 1-4 have been a rollercoaster. A mixture of GLOWAGE and the RUINATION of everything I have ever lived for. Let’s start with the RUINATION: I’ve been eating whatever I’ve wanted since I was a new-born. I’ve always been skinny. As a kid, I…

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What’s The Tea: Pink Drink Vibes

Along my Journey to 135, I discovered Keto dieting. Eating protein and veggies seemed fairly easy, however I had a hard time adjusting. I quickly discovered that Keto would not be for me. However, one day, I had a craving for a Starbucks drink.  I did not want to ruin my diet with a super sugary drink,…

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Happy Birthday Grandaddy Pat

I was fortunate enough to have grown up with all four of my grandparents. We each had a unique bond, but I had an even closer bond with my paternal grandfather. Grandaddy Pat. My Grandaddy Pat had dark, smooth skin. He used Noxzema every day and made sure he had cherry chapstick in his pocket…

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Konfessions: Journey to 135

Steps on scale. Scale reads 154 pounds. I look on in horror! “Nah, Cant be…” This scale obviously hasn’t been calibrated in a long time. Steps off scale. Shakes scale. Replaces battery. Steps back on scale. Butt naked. Scale still reads 154. For the first time in my life, I’m appalled by my weight increase. I mean. Yeah…

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Positive Expression Does Wonders

I often wonder. How is it that certain people display negative expressions on their face. Not sometimes. But. At all times. Personally. When I’m angry, I smile. When I’m sad, I smile. When I’m frustrated, I smile. Until I’m behind closed doors. Then, I remove the smiley face and display my emotions. I discreetly stare at…

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Phenomenal Woman, Indeed

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Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I woke up this morning with this poem in my head and when I got in the car there was a woman on the radio also reciting this poem.

Listening to my inner woman and the deejay on the radio was confirmation that:

I

Am

Indeed

A

Phenomenal

Woman

And

You

 

Are

Too.

 

 

Who Is This Woman?

Ten years ago. There was an older woman that worked in the same building that I worked in. Eclectic and Bold. I’d never seen a woman wear striped button ups with polka dotted pencil skirts. Fishnets with blazers and short skirts. Leopard print cat eye frames. She wore her collars sticking straight up in the air. Fabrics that didn’t match, but…

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