EarthWindFire82 of Memphis

How much more weight do I need to lose so my booty will go boom, boom, buh-boom, buh-boom, buh-boom boom?

As of today, I have lost 30 pounds. I am happy, and I can say that it's a legit happy...not that XXXQuil swilling happiness. I am actually very happy.  I know some time ago, I expressed frustration at the slow process of weight loss.  I can't ignore all the stories and whatnot about whosenever lost whatsenever in howsenever many weeks.  Hell, if I told yall I didn't think about it I'd be lying. For the moment, I am enjoying this moment knowing that I am ten pounds away from Goal #2's completion. I wonder if I can actually do this without needing any pills or shots to help me along the way.  My good trainer told me the door was open whenever I wanted a place to come workout and get some more workouts.  I will be going back once regularity returns to the joint.  I hate that I may not be able to do 3 days with him anymore...but this is that moment in which I have to use what he taught me to cover me between sessions.  Thank God for him. I would've sti...

WHOO, I had a low moment this weekend! I could have thrown a boot at someone and not felt bad except for the fact that I would have had to throw the other one or else somone would be all like "where the hell is my other damn boot". I don't know if having highs and lows is part of losing weight (or trying to), or if I'm just nuts. I very well may be nuts. At this point, I would typically yell DEEZ NUTS, but I'm attempting to maintain a sense of decorum. Couldn't help it. I guess this weekend, I spent too much time thinking about how much more I need to do.  I got to thinking about all the others on their respective journeys and I keep feeling like I'm not doing very well.  I'm not supposed to compare myself but it's hard not to.  UGH, I just wish I could at least see the fruits of this labor!!! I had been buttering myself up and making myself feeling better over the last few weeks, but I couldn't do it yesterday.  The ac...

YAY!!! But boo... That sums up the last couple days.  I'm yet excited that I'm at 23 pounds down, but I cannot get my mind off of how I wish it was more.  This journey has been rolling four months and I feel damn near bipolar about it. On the BOO side: I refuse to believe that 23 pounds in four months is good progress.  Dr. Jordan (my PCP with impeccable fashion sense) tells me that the average of 4-5 pounds a month is just fine.  He feels that my gradual loss will guarantee that I won't regain any of the weight and won't put too much stress on my body.  I be like "I feel you, buuut...no".  He has since learned that I'm nuts and he accepts this. I can't SEE any of this shit either. THAT'S the other thing that makes me want to steal a Kroger basket and leave it in the street.  I am like a half size smaller..too small for some clothes but not small enough to dump them jawns.  It's so irritating because I'm not remotely do...

Some of yall are really unfocused.  Why are yall clowning at Maurice Brown Jr.'s fune?  Why aren't you all trying to unify for the rights of the child who died?  Like Thaddeus Matthews said...cut out all the damn teddy bear memorials.  You have the nerve to be offended when someone talks salty about the boy's dad.  That 3 year old died at his dad's hands...and you have the nerve to have a problem because someone talked about the dad.  That's but one small problem I have with us as Black Memphians.  We don't really do right as a unit.  We can tell you where the clubs are and who has the special on Circle B smoked sausages, but we can't tell you who's hiring.  We can call each other "ratchet" but we can't try to help...hell, or BE helped.  We let our pride get the best of us and it causes more trouble. I could tell you that some commenters on Memphis news sites refer to us as "Shaved Apes" and enjoy laughing at us when we do the...

I need my ass WHOOPED for the last five days!!! I know I didn't do right. I feel kind of bad because I wasn't intending on being as sedentary on the holiday week.  I threw down the last three days on the fie barbecue, had some brownies, drank a gang of tea...UGH! Honestly, I'm alternating between emotions right now.  Do I get on my own ass for not doing right or do I applaud myself for progress thus far?  Do I acknowledge that 20 pounds of weight lost is great or do I get mad that it's not more? Well..I will not allow myself to go back to a slump about this.  I know I want to do more, and I know that I'm gathering more info to do better.  So I will give myself a shout out for still having the desire to work out and live better. Since I have never been on this type of journey before, it's still processing for me.  I have to fight the mental mind...in short, I have to be mindful that progress is progress...even if it isn't what I want it to be....

I lost 20 damn pounds!!! *gets it*

I am really getting behind on posting about randomness in my life and brain. But hell, life, kids and grad school means that someone or something has to sit off in the cut for a while.  This, I guess, was left off in the cut. I sowwy pwetty bwog... WELP!  In the last two months since the post I made, I turned thirty and found out that Goal #1 had been reached in De-Fatting.  Here's a picture from the Dirty 30: And another one: Aight...unnecessarily necessary vanity is over... HA! You believed me! Okay...okay...for real. I'm like 30 years old now. I also decided to blog about my journey to the center of De-Fattery.  I'm likely going to start another blog so I can have room to post all my little interesting assery.  Then again, I got this cute ass blog...so I may tag them differently so people can actually get to the posts about De-Fattery. Hell. I don't know. Let me sip some tea and see how I feel. ~Fin