Monday, February 1, 2010

Confidence goes by the waistline

When I was a child I remember being confident. I see that in my baby girl. Ooh she's out spoken, sassy and bright. Like her, I knew what I wanted, how I wanted and when! So what happened and when did it happen? I consider myself well educated yet I also think I'm an idiot.
A lot has happened in the past few years that has withered away my confidence but also a lot has happend that should have built it back up.
I'm fat. Does that mean what I have to say is less important? Of course not? So then what is my problem??? I feel like I take up more space than I should...yes this is my little pitty party post
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It took me a long time not to judge myself through someone else's eyes. ~Sally Field

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Farewell My sweet, sweet love

I have tried to part ways with you many times but like an addict I keep coming back to you. I have tried to leave you cold turkey, reducing the times I consume your sweetness, hell I have avoided you like the plague, avoiding social events where I knew you'd be. I've also taken you home and I've devoured you whole many-times in secret. You have wrecked havoc in my life and I keep taking you back. I'm guilty of  introducing you to my children at a young age. My love, you are my drug of choice.

Sugar, I'm talking to you.

I have tried and failed many times to diet, but it seems that my main triggers are sweets. When I put something-anything sweetened and/or processd in my mouth all bets are off. I go into full binge mode. I am addicted to sugar. It makes me happy. For a short while anyway because then I feel sad and then crave it again and again...I need the rush, the high.
There is no moderation with an alcoholic or a heroin addict. I know sugar is all around us and it would be ridiculous to say I'm cutting out completly, or is it? I'm going to give it a conscious try for a week and we'll see.





                         fresh fruit is sexy and sweet too!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Stripper in the bedroom



So I confess.
I turn the music full blast when I'm all alone and break out into some pretty slutty, sexy, make-my-mother-blush moves in the bedroom in front of the mirrow. My hips girate, my spine can snake up and down, my ass, oh my ass can wiggle and jiggle all sorts of ways...


So here is my dilema (You didn't think I would blog without a dilema did u?). WHY CAN'T I DANCE WHEN I GO TO MY ZUMBA CLASS???? Oh, FYI Zumba is an aerobic workout that mixes salsa, merenge, reggeton and cumbia, and it's a hell of a lot of fun! My spine fuses together so tight I literally feel like I have a stick up my ass. It's not due to pain, it's just self-consciousness! ARGGG I know everybody's there to do their own thing.


The Zumba moves aren't as bad as the moves I do in my bedroom, so why can't I just bust a move?

Monday, January 25, 2010

Looking around today I noticed...

You can observe a lot by just watching.
Yogi Berra


As I went around town doing my usual stuff I noticed little things that I usually don't notice. My right eye is really blurry and dried out from the inability to blink from the Bell's Palsy, this is week 4 and it's finally improving some.

Anyway, I have become more observant...a people watcher...I'm not going to say I criticize like I said a few blogs ago, because I didn't pass judgement, just watched people...

I started my day at the grocery store where I saw a man absolutely loose his temper because the tortilla machine was broken and his wife was going to yell at him for not bringing home fresh tortillas.
I then saw a young man (a store employee) nearly get burned from head to toe by lighting a huge oven with a tiny match. Lick his fingers, notice me, smile and go about his way.
A woman in her fifties(?) laughed like a school girl with her friend while picking onions.
A young mother was near tears as her husband yelled at her and woke their sleeping infant in the carrier tenderly placed on the cart.
The employees speak loud and fast in mixed languages.
There are two severely overweight women next to a thin woman in workout clothes, sunglasses, smiling and talking on the cell phone waiting by the meat counter. The women are leaning heavily on the prepackaged meats refrigerators and their butts are hanging over the ledge-just observing!

A man is receiving fellatio behind the pawn shop, I wonder what he paid.

There are a group of middle school boys crossing the street behind a girl and she seems nervous, luckily they turned left and she went straight.

A group of angry mothers arguing about who did more to organize the last PTA this that or the other, smile crookedly and rush to get my son.

Life can be hectic...even at a distance. Whew what a day!

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Sunday, January 24, 2010

I'm so intresting I follow Myself!



How did I mange to do that? Seriously? I am following my own blog? Now that is UNCOOL! how do remove me from me???? He he. I'll figure it out, just kinda thought it was funny. Maybe I'll just leave it, in case I can't figure out how to remove myself from the follow list, then it will look like I left myself on purpose?

Wait what if there is another bluebonbon with the same profile pic? GASP! my long lost blog twin?
:D

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