Saturday, was filled with aggravation, miscommunication, and everything else that could spoil an expensive Wagyu rib eye. Almost.
This weekend my husband and I celebrated our 9Th year wedding anniversary. Whilst, under the impression that I had stepped out of my usual element and had things drawn up as to who would keep who (speaking of my 3 children), I found out that change doesn't always mean that everything will run smoothly. I had made plans approximately two or three months in advance. Each month I tried to elude or directly let my family know that come October 29, dispersing the kids should be like giving a shopaholic a $10,000 shopping spree in return for a mere ride to the mall. However, I didn't think to make sure confirmation was made the week of.
Even still, my husband and I had a wonderful time, the kids were safe with our family, and I look forward to sharing many more with him. There is just one thing. After we'd had a beautiful day and it was time to go home, my youngest little monkey called and said, "Mommy, I want to come home." So while the other two were gone and having fun away from their boring mom and dad, the little one packed her bags and called for the Greyhound, otherwise known as, us. Though, we weren't able to come home alone, snuggle and watch scary movies, we were given something even better. A show of a little cute silly monkey jumping in our bed. I suppose she never heard of the the story, Five Little Monkeys Jumping in the Bed.
Until next time, remember not to answer the phone when it's your anniversary and the person who has your kids call...
Monday, October 31, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
This will soon become that...
He does this
He did that
He'll never do that
She didn't listen to that of which would
Not cause
He does this
He did that
He'll never do that
But did that of which she wanted and
Consequently, had to
Deal with the pain of her wanting to
Take it all back
Knowing that it was possibly
Her fault that a minute...a second wasn't even 1% his
Now a soul filled with confusion, anger, pain
Leaves him to wonder that love might not exist
only through magazines, dreams, and what it seems like everyone
Else around him smiles about
But not him because
He does this
He did that
He'll never do that
His touch, his hugs are so tremulous
Even in the same arms that
Allowed THAT to nearly take she and him
One weak mind, two hands marked by
destructive force, selfishness, and a fetus
Connected to a placenta that became
Tenebrous days/nights of loneliness
However, eyes always tell a story
He does this
He did that
AND he will do that
When that of which has caused him so much
Of the opposite, uncage their own inner maladies.
(To all the parents striving to help a child with ADHD succeed and are constantly told your child will never do this...)
Friday, October 21, 2011
Black Friday sale out (HYPOTHESIS)
Blindness or closed eyes can see beyond darkness. Some of the most beautiful things hap in dreams. Alike, if one closes their eyes, exceptional imaginativeness will mother her beautiful abstractions without the touch of skin or the taste of either of their mores. Proclivity is not about color, size ,or shape but the emotions that blinds the three. So this brings me to the question, "Why does sex sell?"
I was watching VEVO's featured videos and it's perturbing how many women have given in to today's standard (du jour), Top chart music. And yes, that's exactly what it is because ultimately, factuality will give way to the disposition of misrepresented perfection.
Some of the most talented artist are rejected, less popular, are merely like a piece of paper being (or have been)muscled by volatile winds. Is music superficial? View for yourself:
I believe I've posted enough evidence. It makes me wonder if the women who are quick to sell their bodies for fame have a dark past. Is it something psychological? I didn't slam down a gavel, therefore, I am not judging. Hypothesis.
I was watching VEVO's featured videos and it's perturbing how many women have given in to today's standard (du jour), Top chart music. And yes, that's exactly what it is because ultimately, factuality will give way to the disposition of misrepresented perfection.
Some of the most talented artist are rejected, less popular, are merely like a piece of paper being (or have been)muscled by volatile winds. Is music superficial? View for yourself:
I believe I've posted enough evidence. It makes me wonder if the women who are quick to sell their bodies for fame have a dark past. Is it something psychological? I didn't slam down a gavel, therefore, I am not judging. Hypothesis.
Worthy remembrance
If I wasn't so sick, I would jump up and shout to the world that I have almost reached my goal in less than a month (or will reach it by the end of this month). However, I'm extremely sick and may fall out. There is a cold bug going around and it has the strength of Manny Pacquiao and my system seems to be afraid to go glove to glove with it as if it was Mayweather. However, that hasn't stopped me from continually looking straight forward when it comes to my overall health.
I've been cycling about 2 miles or more everyday, I am officially a vegetarian again. I feel great! Cycling is truly medicinal for me. I love the time to myself, I love to people watch, meditate, and see clearly how I need to organize my life....at times. The bowl of wind, birds singing in the distance, the neighborly leaves keeping me company with their chatter, makes me think. All the beauty of the physical world that is removed from human habitation makes me wonder why it can hardly allow them to mirror such sereneness.
Speaking of which, today as I was riding and seasoning my mind, I couldn't come up with the reason why EMPATHY is such a hard quality for humans to digest. It's as if they are trying to digest a 72oz steak. Maybe if we all had the same shoe sizes the world would be so much different. I would be willing to give my old, dilapidated, antiquated Reebok's for someone to walk in. The ride took me back to a recent incident where EMPATHY WAS LACKING.
One should become aware of what they are actually feeling -- to acknowledge, identify, and accept their feelings. Only then can they empathize with others. That is one reason it is important to work on your own emotional awareness and sensitivity-- in other words, to be "in touch with" your feelings.
Life is too short and misunderstandings can have a pernicious effect on a much needed smile. Until then, keep striving for good health, avoiding indifferences, and meditating on continued change.
Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution-Kahlil Gibran
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Have you ever seen a sloth move fast
Today was one of those, The kids are gone and I can have some much needed me time. All of the ups and downs, getting up, and partially sitting down before the little Masa's put you back on the chain gang. I was set. I grabbed my blanket, juice, and iPad, and was ready to let Pandora radio keep me company, more or less. As soon as I snugged down in the chair and plush comforter, Billie Holiday commenced to telling me about a melodic Loveless Love. Abruptly, someone in the background began to sing off tune.
"Are you ready for our walk?" A gentleman barked.
"In a minute," I answered. Of course a minute in, I don't feel like it time and I hope you just give up on me today, is about 30 minutes.
Needless to say, I had no plans of our daily morning routine. After all, he was the fitness trainer that told me it isn't good to jog everyday. Oh well, there went my quiet time. However, after biking for over two miles, I was rejuvenated and very thankful that I had someone to motivate me this morning (everyday), because I was almost completely ingested by inertness.
Until next time, no hanging from trees, and only coming down once a week to do your business. Lol
"Are you ready for our walk?" A gentleman barked.
"In a minute," I answered. Of course a minute in, I don't feel like it time and I hope you just give up on me today, is about 30 minutes.
Needless to say, I had no plans of our daily morning routine. After all, he was the fitness trainer that told me it isn't good to jog everyday. Oh well, there went my quiet time. However, after biking for over two miles, I was rejuvenated and very thankful that I had someone to motivate me this morning (everyday), because I was almost completely ingested by inertness.
Until next time, no hanging from trees, and only coming down once a week to do your business. Lol
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Bottled love
She once thought she knew the essentiality of love
Long stem roses
Conformed in habit of the enjoyable flush of
words and delectability
Overpriced cards filled with a strangers intellection
when harsh words caused him to feel sheepish
To death do us part,
when mental illness forcefully,
tucked in a childhood memory beside him
Scars repeating themselves,
but only with the receiving of perception
She now knows love as 8% of consonance
whilst love is lost in 40 ounces of bibulousness
Multiple personalities of
love and tangled thighs
Hating what a pill requires of imperfection
Half of what used to be and
swimming In the delusion of muzzled regret
Long stem roses
Conformed in habit of the enjoyable flush of
words and delectability
Overpriced cards filled with a strangers intellection
when harsh words caused him to feel sheepish
To death do us part,
when mental illness forcefully,
tucked in a childhood memory beside him
Scars repeating themselves,
but only with the receiving of perception
She now knows love as 8% of consonance
whilst love is lost in 40 ounces of bibulousness
Multiple personalities of
love and tangled thighs
Hating what a pill requires of imperfection
Half of what used to be and
swimming In the delusion of muzzled regret
A bikes unWHEELINGness to cooperate
Every good picture leaves the painter eager to start again, unsatisfied, inspired by the rich mine in which he is working, hoping for more energy, more vitality, more time - condemned to painting for life-John French Sloan
After five days of my cleanse, I feel as though I cheated myself (per instructions, some people do it for only three days). However, they recommend ten days. So of course that means that I am going to start again. Ten days strong. Unsatisfied, hoping for more energy, and NO more time, I have decided to go full speed. By the end of the month (anniversary time), I intend on getting back in the shape that I was initially in a few months ago, BUT even better. After all, they say the biggest room in the house is improvement.
After giving up a six months lifestyle of vegetarianism, I didn't feel like myself and felt as though I gave up on something I was passionate about. So a few days without meat taking up residence in my body, I feel awesome.
Today, my husband and I tried something different for our morning walk. He'd jog the wooded trails and I would ride my bike. Well that didn't go as planned. I got a few feet down the trail and realized that the bike no longer wanted to move. He was a mottle in the wind before me as I continued to try and pedal my bike in the thickish trails. So, we decided to aggravate the streets and drivers and get back on the road. Needless to say, I redeemed myself and was pedaling as if Jeffrey Dahmer was right behind me with a knife, fork, and a huge appetite. I blame the inability to ride the wooded trails on an old antiquated dilapidated bike. The back wheel is bent, and that's the story I'm sticking to. At any rate, my implementation of biking again has been fun. I love to ride and people watch.
Well it's tea time and afterwards, time for this painter to get some shut-eye. Until then, get your sweaty back. Side note: this was a sleepy rambling post.
After five days of my cleanse, I feel as though I cheated myself (per instructions, some people do it for only three days). However, they recommend ten days. So of course that means that I am going to start again. Ten days strong. Unsatisfied, hoping for more energy, and NO more time, I have decided to go full speed. By the end of the month (anniversary time), I intend on getting back in the shape that I was initially in a few months ago, BUT even better. After all, they say the biggest room in the house is improvement.
After giving up a six months lifestyle of vegetarianism, I didn't feel like myself and felt as though I gave up on something I was passionate about. So a few days without meat taking up residence in my body, I feel awesome.
Today, my husband and I tried something different for our morning walk. He'd jog the wooded trails and I would ride my bike. Well that didn't go as planned. I got a few feet down the trail and realized that the bike no longer wanted to move. He was a mottle in the wind before me as I continued to try and pedal my bike in the thickish trails. So, we decided to aggravate the streets and drivers and get back on the road. Needless to say, I redeemed myself and was pedaling as if Jeffrey Dahmer was right behind me with a knife, fork, and a huge appetite. I blame the inability to ride the wooded trails on an old antiquated dilapidated bike. The back wheel is bent, and that's the story I'm sticking to. At any rate, my implementation of biking again has been fun. I love to ride and people watch.
Well it's tea time and afterwards, time for this painter to get some shut-eye. Until then, get your sweaty back. Side note: this was a sleepy rambling post.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Follow the bread crumbs
Have you ever espied how the jokes and witticism that one deems as humorous is because it predicates horrid truths in oneself. I remember it like it was yesterday. It's as if the words are permanently recorded in my head and the physical bullying is an open pictorial history book, often read aloud.
More or less, I was bullied on a regular basis. In high school I was about 5'11 1/2 and weighed about 115-120lbs. I was constantly called every name besides my given one. Olive Oyl. Slim Jim. Slender Bender. Ethiopian. Crackhead. There was others, however, I don't remember them all. This was traumatizing. I was so ashamed of how I looked, I thought I had come up with a solution by walking with my back slouched to try and divert the negative attention away from me. Needless to say, it didn't work. What's more because I had no self confidence and a lack of (or zero) self-empowerment, I was a target for physical abuse. There were these two boys (brothers) and the oldest one used to literally wait for me to walk to science class to tease me. He would hit me on my behind. Obviously, it wasn't because he liked me but to antagonize the heck out of me. Stop, had become an everyday word for me come time for my stroll to science class. What made it even more painful is that the other brother would just laugh and walk off. However, he took two classes with me and he would tell me not to worry about his brother, followed by a smirk.
I grew to hate school and because of that my grades mirrored it. In addition, my low self-esteem caused me to feel as though I had to shut the world out....be on defense at all times. When i graduated from school, I thought I was awkard looking, and undesirable. That was until I was approached to model. At nineteen I begin modeling and it really boosted my confidence.
However, after I married and had three children, I went from one extreme to the other. I gained several pounds. Once again, I was uncomfortable with my body, and it would often take me back to high school. With the help of my husband and me working on my physical appearance and identity, I have been able to overcome a lot of extreme insecurities.
I was inspired to share this story because of something a friend shared with me today. He told me that he had met a beautiful intelligent lady that he had even started making future plans with. However, the eleventh month relationship ended. He said the reason for the relationship failure was because he takes some things that should be considered a light joke to heart. Why? Because as a kid he was overweight and teased (even by his own family members). He analyzed all of his past relationships and this was his reasoning for their demise:
As a kid I was a heavy dude (fatty) and was picked on by brothers, sister (the other adored me) and friends (rather enemies) alike. So I guess that my first reaction is a defensive one. It's not fair to others nor myself, but that's exactly where most of it derives.
However, the main part of the email that penciled CONFUSION in my realm of reasoning with was a statement he made about happiness in the relationships. He stated:
A lot of my anger also comes with dealing with the dissapointment of my failed relationships as well. The past can only serve to instruct us and that's exactly what I'm focusing on here. During all my past relationships, I was so focused on making the other person happy, I forgot to make MYSELF happy as well...
My response was:
Were you truly focusing on making the other person happy? Had that been the case, and you wanted to form a successful relationship with this person, you cannot dwell on your past mistakes. It's not fair to your significant other or yourself. To make her happy you have to first talk (loudly said), take it slow, and get to know HER for whom she is, not for who she became because of the inconstancy of the "fatty," kid.
Childhood bullying can cause long term effects. However, there are sometimes ways to overcome them. One is by channeling that anger into creative expressivity. Another is making a goal(s) for yourself and working hard at achieving them. Until you do that, you'll never find those bread crumbs to lead you back to the person you're supposed to be or were before someone dumped their insecurities off on you.
When I need to do a bit of self-reflection, I use the beauty of nature. Look at the trees. Throughout ALL the seasons (I.e. Winter, spring, Sumer, and fall), trees take time to make themselves over, make changes for the overall beauty of themselves and others. Oxygenic love.
More or less, I was bullied on a regular basis. In high school I was about 5'11 1/2 and weighed about 115-120lbs. I was constantly called every name besides my given one. Olive Oyl. Slim Jim. Slender Bender. Ethiopian. Crackhead. There was others, however, I don't remember them all. This was traumatizing. I was so ashamed of how I looked, I thought I had come up with a solution by walking with my back slouched to try and divert the negative attention away from me. Needless to say, it didn't work. What's more because I had no self confidence and a lack of (or zero) self-empowerment, I was a target for physical abuse. There were these two boys (brothers) and the oldest one used to literally wait for me to walk to science class to tease me. He would hit me on my behind. Obviously, it wasn't because he liked me but to antagonize the heck out of me. Stop, had become an everyday word for me come time for my stroll to science class. What made it even more painful is that the other brother would just laugh and walk off. However, he took two classes with me and he would tell me not to worry about his brother, followed by a smirk.
I grew to hate school and because of that my grades mirrored it. In addition, my low self-esteem caused me to feel as though I had to shut the world out....be on defense at all times. When i graduated from school, I thought I was awkard looking, and undesirable. That was until I was approached to model. At nineteen I begin modeling and it really boosted my confidence.
However, after I married and had three children, I went from one extreme to the other. I gained several pounds. Once again, I was uncomfortable with my body, and it would often take me back to high school. With the help of my husband and me working on my physical appearance and identity, I have been able to overcome a lot of extreme insecurities.
I was inspired to share this story because of something a friend shared with me today. He told me that he had met a beautiful intelligent lady that he had even started making future plans with. However, the eleventh month relationship ended. He said the reason for the relationship failure was because he takes some things that should be considered a light joke to heart. Why? Because as a kid he was overweight and teased (even by his own family members). He analyzed all of his past relationships and this was his reasoning for their demise:
As a kid I was a heavy dude (fatty) and was picked on by brothers, sister (the other adored me) and friends (rather enemies) alike. So I guess that my first reaction is a defensive one. It's not fair to others nor myself, but that's exactly where most of it derives.
However, the main part of the email that penciled CONFUSION in my realm of reasoning with was a statement he made about happiness in the relationships. He stated:
A lot of my anger also comes with dealing with the dissapointment of my failed relationships as well. The past can only serve to instruct us and that's exactly what I'm focusing on here. During all my past relationships, I was so focused on making the other person happy, I forgot to make MYSELF happy as well...
My response was:
Were you truly focusing on making the other person happy? Had that been the case, and you wanted to form a successful relationship with this person, you cannot dwell on your past mistakes. It's not fair to your significant other or yourself. To make her happy you have to first talk (loudly said), take it slow, and get to know HER for whom she is, not for who she became because of the inconstancy of the "fatty," kid.
Childhood bullying can cause long term effects. However, there are sometimes ways to overcome them. One is by channeling that anger into creative expressivity. Another is making a goal(s) for yourself and working hard at achieving them. Until you do that, you'll never find those bread crumbs to lead you back to the person you're supposed to be or were before someone dumped their insecurities off on you.
When I need to do a bit of self-reflection, I use the beauty of nature. Look at the trees. Throughout ALL the seasons (I.e. Winter, spring, Sumer, and fall), trees take time to make themselves over, make changes for the overall beauty of themselves and others. Oxygenic love.
"Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl-"Anne Frank
Everyday, I espy things that inspire me to write. This particular post I said that I would never post. However, sometimes there are those girls who have been through so much that sharing their story might change another's.
Her once upon a time smile
vanished when left in a bassinet swallowed
In thickish red sheets of a bleeding heart
and a closet fatted with strangers
Dressed in spendy clothes on wooden hangers.
Shipped and returned to see if the fetus could be
Reconnected to the placenta in an effort to be
Nurtured with love.
Now a comprehensive overview of
mommy& daddies revolution
She has a heart made of a cyclopedia
That recklessly beats of volumes of
Saddened eyes, colored like that of dying purple calla lilies,
And a soul that was anesthetized by perversion.
A great deal of pain
Rosa, Debra, and Sharon (all one in the same) weigh heavily in her mind
speaking to her at once, rapaciously chowing down
On the remains of three pounds of her onetime sagacity.
Now combing any and all hormones for love, she'd (Sharon, or whoever she is at that moment) rather tangle thighs with a perv who would PREfer unfinished sexual objects, and whose naïveté allows him to repeatedly decorate
her innocence with fabrics embossed with immortal scars.
She'd just met him two weeks ago. Roses, a pair of sneakers, a temporary place to sleep in exchange to use his ball point pin to letter another one of his mistaken jam tarts. She didn't know where her feet would guide her when the weekend was over
But her young mind knew that she enjoyed looking through carnal eyes
Now, a mother is left to sweat blood, wondering whether or not the high winds that clatter the windowpanes and the porch shadow under the tenebrous skies are merely a virulent sleep.
Days seemed like weeks and weeks seemed like days, the time she put on her big girl panties and left her mom to subsist in cloudland, collecting her baby girl articles that were found junked behind a building.
Wasted hopes and dreams are reality
When, "You Are Beautiful," for nothing other than 10 minutes of a yoked hand on smallish teats beneath a Bobbie bra, and underwear that are overladen with his SOIL, whilst a seed is now ripening in her drugged motionless body.
Dumped and left to be eaten by sadism and hard-heartedness, shoeless she staggers to find home. She made it to the door.
After the fog cleared, her mothers eyes nearly melted away with the rising sun.
Mommies touch, love, and overcompensation only banished like vapor. Evanescent. Her eyes still bled for something.
Could her mom gift her that?
She took her mom into deep, violent, and hellacious thickish fields, leaving behind bread crumbs of crimson tears.
Before long, they came upon this place. It was beautiful. Glass windows, smiling faces, hugs, beauty, a man who extended what looked like Love to three little kids that seemed to floor the onlooker.
As she watched, she wondered what love really meant. A 10 minute, "You are Beautiful?" Her vision of the glass house and it's residers? She stood there staring at the place (her mother by her side) as if it was a fairytale.
Suddenly, the glass house begin to fall and crumble like autumn leaves. The vault of the sky turned a darkish grey. Nothing was left but a shadow in the midst of the smog and swallowed before it could touch her outstretched hand.
The sun was taking a lave and as it swarmed out of the water, and peeked through her drapes it wakened her from chapter 15 entitled,"Dad, am I beautiful?"
As she sat up on the side of her bed, she felt something crumble under her foot. As she looked it over, her body suddenly froze.
It was a piece of page 135 from the book in her dream.
All that she could make out was father and a piece that was scarcely hanging at the bottom read, the end.
Written by: Janay
Her once upon a time smile
vanished when left in a bassinet swallowed
In thickish red sheets of a bleeding heart
and a closet fatted with strangers
Dressed in spendy clothes on wooden hangers.
Shipped and returned to see if the fetus could be
Reconnected to the placenta in an effort to be
Nurtured with love.
Now a comprehensive overview of
mommy& daddies revolution
She has a heart made of a cyclopedia
That recklessly beats of volumes of
Saddened eyes, colored like that of dying purple calla lilies,
And a soul that was anesthetized by perversion.
A great deal of pain
Rosa, Debra, and Sharon (all one in the same) weigh heavily in her mind
speaking to her at once, rapaciously chowing down
On the remains of three pounds of her onetime sagacity.
Now combing any and all hormones for love, she'd (Sharon, or whoever she is at that moment) rather tangle thighs with a perv who would PREfer unfinished sexual objects, and whose naïveté allows him to repeatedly decorate
her innocence with fabrics embossed with immortal scars.
She'd just met him two weeks ago. Roses, a pair of sneakers, a temporary place to sleep in exchange to use his ball point pin to letter another one of his mistaken jam tarts. She didn't know where her feet would guide her when the weekend was over
But her young mind knew that she enjoyed looking through carnal eyes
Now, a mother is left to sweat blood, wondering whether or not the high winds that clatter the windowpanes and the porch shadow under the tenebrous skies are merely a virulent sleep.
Days seemed like weeks and weeks seemed like days, the time she put on her big girl panties and left her mom to subsist in cloudland, collecting her baby girl articles that were found junked behind a building.
Wasted hopes and dreams are reality
When, "You Are Beautiful," for nothing other than 10 minutes of a yoked hand on smallish teats beneath a Bobbie bra, and underwear that are overladen with his SOIL, whilst a seed is now ripening in her drugged motionless body.
Dumped and left to be eaten by sadism and hard-heartedness, shoeless she staggers to find home. She made it to the door.
After the fog cleared, her mothers eyes nearly melted away with the rising sun.
Mommies touch, love, and overcompensation only banished like vapor. Evanescent. Her eyes still bled for something.
Could her mom gift her that?
She took her mom into deep, violent, and hellacious thickish fields, leaving behind bread crumbs of crimson tears.
Before long, they came upon this place. It was beautiful. Glass windows, smiling faces, hugs, beauty, a man who extended what looked like Love to three little kids that seemed to floor the onlooker.
As she watched, she wondered what love really meant. A 10 minute, "You are Beautiful?" Her vision of the glass house and it's residers? She stood there staring at the place (her mother by her side) as if it was a fairytale.
Suddenly, the glass house begin to fall and crumble like autumn leaves. The vault of the sky turned a darkish grey. Nothing was left but a shadow in the midst of the smog and swallowed before it could touch her outstretched hand.
The sun was taking a lave and as it swarmed out of the water, and peeked through her drapes it wakened her from chapter 15 entitled,"Dad, am I beautiful?"
As she sat up on the side of her bed, she felt something crumble under her foot. As she looked it over, her body suddenly froze.
It was a piece of page 135 from the book in her dream.
All that she could make out was father and a piece that was scarcely hanging at the bottom read, the end.
Written by: Janay
Saturday, October 8, 2011
The Wolf was calling last night...
Today makes my 5Th day of cleansing. I must say my heart goes out to those who are impoverished and are unable to eat little to nothing on a daily basis. Yesterday, I almost gave in. My husband made one of my favorite Friday lazy dinners. Hot dogs. I could literally taste the cheese, Wolf brand chili, sour cream....I suppose I should stop there before I sneak and make one (as if my body can't see me wolfing down the evil dog). I have two more days and hopefully my body will be somewhat cleansed of metabolic waste, and accumulated environmental toxins. Thereafter, I'll resume my vegetarian lifestyle.
Before I started my cleanse, i had to release my mind from any distractions (I.e. social lifestyle, and acquaintances). Initially, stress was the biggest hindrance of me continuing my cleanse after the first or second day. I had to also realize that what people said about me Has no heft.
I've still been jogging/walking everyday with my new pal Violet (our family dog) and my husband. And this week I started back boxing and cycling. My anniversary is at the end of this month. WATCH OUT, because I'll be ready. Smile.
Before I started my cleanse, i had to release my mind from any distractions (I.e. social lifestyle, and acquaintances). Initially, stress was the biggest hindrance of me continuing my cleanse after the first or second day. I had to also realize that what people said about me Has no heft.
I've still been jogging/walking everyday with my new pal Violet (our family dog) and my husband. And this week I started back boxing and cycling. My anniversary is at the end of this month. WATCH OUT, because I'll be ready. Smile.
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