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I knew I'd find a way to use that Flocka album title in a blog.   MOVIN ON... Honestly, it really amuses me how people treat you when you're in the process of trying to lose weight.  You find out that many people are broken down into the following categories: * The "Don't Change" Person: This person is the one who is always quick to tell you that you don't need to change anything.  You find this person tends to start early in the game by telling you there's no real need for you to do anything you're doing.  "You look good as you are" or "there's nothing wrong with a little meat on your bones".  That is true as hell.  However, they seem to neglect that YOU want to change your weight.  * The Cheerleader : That's pretty cut and dry. They're the ones cheering you on.  It doesn't matter if you lost one pound or eleven pounds, this person is in your corner all the way.  There is a bit of a gift and a curse wi

I felt like really touching on the subject of counseling/therapy.  Maybe because a gang of fokes are crazy as a bag full of cats, or maybe because a gang of fokes are crazy as a bag full of cats. Did you know fokes are crazy as a bag full of cats? There are some very damaged souls out here, and I think that so many of the ills in the minds of said souls can be resolved with the intervention of a psychiatric professional.  I hate that because generational curses are real. Very real.  Crazy begat Crazy who in turn dated then married Damn Crazy and begat Mo' Crazy.  I know I'm cracking on it, but I am as serious as a heart attack when I say that a lot of the issues we face are best resolved by a person trained and educated in dealing with our minds. We have all heard the stories of people's exes and all the foolery that they took someone through.  I wonder if many of these catastrophic breakups (or relationships altogether) could be avoided if the parties involved

So listening to Frank Ocean made me watch Forrest Gump again. I can't watch this without being all like "Jenny..you only stopped by Forrest's because he had a washer and dryer and you needed to wrench your California outfits out and you didn't have no washing powder". Then when she saw him on TV and was like "well I be damned, Forrest", was she like "damn fool is running for the hell of it". But when she married him, I was like "so you had to get the package and a kid before you decided to un-Friend Zone ol' Forrest". Uh huh. READ.

I was kinda leaning towards naming this blog something like "How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Eat the Cake, Anna Mae" but that was wordy as hell. Today, I felt like talmbout one of the biggest elephants in the room. No, not that kale fart, but food.  We already know the lectures about what to eat and what not to eat. I'm talmbout the relationship a person has with food.  One thing I learned in the process of getting right so I won't get left is that I had to really take a retrospective look at how I dealt with food over the years.  I mean, let's just be honest here...unless you have an illness, medical condition or something else, you don't get fat from water.  This means that somewhere along the way, food went from being what I needed for survival and became an evil little sumbitch. Nobody likes to analyze themselves, especially when it doesn't result in some kind of glowing revelation.  It's so much easier and fun to charge shit to the

For over a decade now, we've been told to "Never Forget".  People waved flags, pinned ribbons, held hands, cried and never forgot that fateful day that changed America.  At that time in my 19 year old life, I had never seen such a united front.  People of all races, ethnicities, backgrounds, beliefs, ages...as one...being "American".  We promised not to let the terrorists win. On this day..11 years later..I wonder what happened. I remember sitting in Richardson Towers at U of M in a state of shock.  I watched the replay each and every single time..looking at families being torn apart one death at a time.  THOUSANDS of loved ones...gone forever.  I was too shocked to cry.  Too shocked to respond.  I simply could not wrap my mind around what I saw.  Who would do this to us? What the hell was going on? Why us? Where were these people from? How will we heal? I developed fear like no other.  I couldn't believe this could happen to us.  We're the damn UN

This blog contains a nice, sizeable, visible amount of salt. It's cool because I had some thrown at me this past weekend.  I had to get a nip of apple cider vinegar because it almost raised my pressure. AIGHT...so I was minding my beezniz on the interwebs watching Full Force videos and trying to learn the choreography from "aNYway" by Duck Sauce .  Well, I got a little messagy thing.  I don't typically think much of it, but this one was interesting. HEY! I just wanted to hit you up and tell you that your posts and blogs are always really funny to me.  For the longest time, I was looking forward to the next pic or post because it made my day.  BUT lately you have turned into some kind of health nut who is always talking about juicing, eating different and exercise.  If I wanted to hear all that I would follow Jillian Michaels or something.  I'm kinda tired of it. Go back to the funny stuff! So I sat there for the duration of "Kashmir"

One of the ways in which I try not to kill myself and several other humans is to give in to my desires when I so want them.  I know some of the doctors, diet gurus and nem prolly are like "NO, YOU MUST BE STRONG" and shit...but this is why I'm doing my thing my way. Well..I wonder if it's like this doe... Hell no...more like dis... YAAAAAAAASSSS, honey!!!! MOVIN' ON! I don't usually have a desire to splurge errday.  I notice that I'm moreso focused on not sabotaging myself.  Usually, I have a desire for some hot wings or my Oreo jawn from Sonic.  Those are my "things".  I know one damn thing...I got some hot wings from Hot Wings Express last month and I was substantially down on the number of birds victimized.  Once I get that taste, I'm good.  I remember some blogs ago wondering if I was getting slick OCD and starting to see food as De Debbil.  I think I just finally realized I can eat what I want within reason. I don

Chatting with one of my good friends today reminded me of just how many of us are very aware of things we need to do..and our reluctance to do them.  We shared some stories of our personal journeys towards health and vitality, then we joked at how other people really need to follow suit.  Neither of us were trying to insinuate that we are better than anyone or trying to join the Body Police.  It's just that when we listen to what other people want, they (and we) know the answers to the issues...they just don't want to DO them. For example, he told me that many people he knew worked out regularly and often, but turned their noses up at the notion of veggies.  They also ate any and everything that fast food had to offer.  I know people who do the same thing.  In each case, it seems as if all that working out is being sabotaged by poor eating habits.  Not the occasional ice cream or hot wing night...frequent bad choices. NOW, I don't proclaim to be anybody's damn guru.

Nobody said my De-fat Chronicles would be completely sequitur.  When I feels like writin', I writes.  Therefore, I is now writing. What's been funny to me is just how people treat you when you start working on yourself.  When you put down all the junk and/or begin working out, you find that some people really don't like that shit very much.  It's like..they start looking at you funny.. You begin getting labeled.  Like, for real.  You get little snide remarks about what you do and don't eat.  For the most part, my real peoples are on board...either by way of support or even trying some of the things I've recommended or done.  So far, two peeps have bought juicers and began the road to health too.  A few fokes have begun walking, too.  It kind of gives me the extra push to keep going when I get frustrated..knowing that I'm not in this thing alone and everything. However, fokes don't like when you get all knowledgeable and share it.  Like you can

Life is choking DE SHEET out of me! LMAO!  I need to quit plotting and thinking for 12 hours and run amok. Damn!

I sometimes wonder if my personality is too big for this damn city.  I be wanting to walk in Target like this...