Body Soiree

"Nobody cares about your excuses.nobody pities you for procrastinating nobody is going to coddle you because you are lazy.its your ass you move it." I saw this quote and had to share it. When I saw it; it was as if someone had been listening to my inner thoughts when I first started seriously exercising.  My mantra, said while power walking, jogging, or anything that I didn't want to do and had to force myself, was: Get up and MOVE! Move that fat ASS! Seeing that it is my butt, I can call it fat all I want and I did. Everyone has their own mantra and motivator's, we also have our excuses: I don't have time, I don't like to sweat( seriously!?), I feel funny working out, people are judging me( they already have, who cares!), my body jiggles( yes, because you don't workout!) etc. And while we have all used one of these or created new excuses, it is still our butts getting wider by the minute. Sitting on the sofa, watching whatever television show is caus...

I had a hard time letting go. People, things with any type of sentimental attachment, etc. It was the idea that I had abandoned someone that I couldn't shake. What if they might need me? What if they are left alone and something bad happens to them? What if all they need is just one more chance to act right and I leave? Then what?! I am writing about this because just last night, as I was cleaning out my backpack, a note from years ago dropped out of my agenda. It was a note written by an ex-fiance listing all of the reasons he loved me. This note was written over seven years ago... why do I still have it? I thought I had become this person who every six months cleans house, literally and figuratively. Clothes, shoes, linens, people, I clean house, but I guess old habits die hard and for some reason I kept this list and then promptly put it away and purposely forgot it.  Did I need validation? I was a good Woman to him, he was a donkey( did you know some donkey's walk and talk...

A Client asked me how is it that the weight he gained just 'sneaked' up on him? I said it didn't, though it will feel like it. I told him he wasn't paying attention, he allowed himself to get lost in the shuffle of life. That fat will roll (excuse the pun!) up on you like a thief in the night and you will go from size 8 to 20 without blinking, I am talking from experience here. We all get caught up in the everyday of it, the IT being life and we will create all manner of reasons to not take control of our self-destructive behaviors, am I right? I have heard most of the excuse's, from my feet hurt from work( they just might), to my children won't let me!? Really? Who is in charge here? Did you just throw your children under the bus? Excuse's aren't needed; Life happens and sometimes getting overweight and unhealthy happens with it, but don't despair, there is a fix. It isn't a quick fix, an easy fix or a magic pill. This requires that you pay atte...

"Learn to love yourself, so that you may focus on loving another." Anon I love a good quote and this is one of many that I love. Why? It is so true. How many of us, man or woman, have tried and failed at relationships because we had no self-love? my hand is up and waving! If you think about it, it makes perfect sense, we just don't like to own it. I also dislike the fact that my mother used to say this to me a lot "If you can't love yourself, you can't love anyone else." Quote, end quote. Okay, so she was right..kinda. I know what you are saying, " I have loved plenty of people and maybe not have cared for myself all that much" and I will agree, so did I, but did it last? I can only speak for myself, no, none of the relationship's lasted, because I didn't have a good relationship with me. The key word in the quote above is Focus. We, as women, tend to focus more on others: children, men, job, education, etc. than ourselves. Everythin...

Have you ever had one of those weeks where you really have to ask: What the heck was going on?!  I wish I could say it was everyone else that had gone a little bonkers, but it was me as well, I can't lie to you.  It started out with me being locked in a cage, in the basement of my place of work. Yes, locked in a CAGE! I won't go deep into how it happened( because it makes me look really dumb and you don't need that thought in your head) but I will say this: I built a mountain of crates to get over the cage wall and as I went to swing one leg over... My Vagina spoke to me! In a faint, but clear voice, I heard: "Do you not see how narrow that ledge is my dear? Are you really going to straddle that? Let's take a moment Dawn dear to think about this and the pain that will be there after your balancing act." How did I get out? I screamed until another Trainer heard me. I will never live this one down. Twice this past week I have been blocked by cars on train tracks...

As anyone that knows me knows; I love happiness. I go out of my way to be happy and I try and only bring happiness to others. There are some people that say they do, but then go out of their way to be miserable, I am not that person. I really do choose happiness, well most days I do. Like any normal human there are days that I am not feeling It. Meaning: I am not feeling happy and I choose not to be happy. I am kind of enjoying being a grouch and talking smack to myself.  On these days I also choose not to be around happy people, you will find that they will get on your nerves quick with all of their happy talk and attitude! Who do they think they are anyway? On days like this I choose to watch "Reality" television and all of the other fecal matter that is on t.v and there is a lot of crap to choose from. On days like this I choose not to exercise. Because exercise makes you feel good AND happy; can't have that! After the bad t.v and no exercise regime, I usually have rea...

I love my town, I really do. It has a bad reputation and I truly believe it does just because there are a lot of ethnic people that live here. It is a suburban town that sits perfectly between two lovely cities; Chicago and Milwaukee. My town is like most small cities, high to low income, issues with the school district and the politics that surround everything; but, I love my town. I love walking down the street and seeing people working in their gardens. On one side of the street their is a man and woman working in the yard, and he has on a kilt, a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and sneakers. On the other side of the street there is a Black man wearing karate pants and a rice paddy hat! Really? All I can do is giggle as I watch the Vatos locos in their low riders, am I back in California? They give me the peace sign and I nod my head in acknowledgment and we both keep movin'. When you live in a town of different ethnic groups, there is always the lovely food to try. I can walk down th...