Whale vs. Mermaids...really?

I received this in my inbox this morning. I don’t know who to give credit to, but I wanted to share.
Mermaid or a Whale
Recently, in large city, a poster featuring a young, thin and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym .. It said:

¨THIS SUMMER DO YOU WANT TO BE A MERMAID OR A WHALE?¨
A middle aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.

To Whom It May Concern:

Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans).. They have an active sex life, they get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp. They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, the Barren Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia . Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.

Mermaids don’t exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human? They don’t have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them not to mention how could they have sex? Therefore they don’t have kids either. Not to mention who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?

The choice is perfectly clear to me; I want to be a whale.

P.S. We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver and a piece of chocolate with my friends. With time we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren’t heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy. Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, ¨Good gosh, look how smart I am…¨

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I probably could go on and on about this is another reason to enable people to be unhealthy, the obesity rate, society always talking about loosing weight but making excuses for why they are fat etc.
I won't go there. Instead I will say this. I'd prefer to not be a whale or a mermaid.  Instead, I'm currently a cheetah, trying desperately to get to lioness status.

The lion is said to be majestic but elegant and graceful best describes the cheetah. The cheetah is smaller than othercats, but by far the fastest. The cheetah is built for speed. It has long, slim, muscular legs, a small, rounded head set on a long neck, a flexible spine, a deep chest. Cheetah mothers spend a long time teaching their young how to hunt. Unlike most other cats, the cheetah usually hunts during daylight, preferring early morning or early evening, but is also active on moonlit nights. Cheetahs are never run in packs. They prefer to be leaders than followers.


Me in a nutshell. Still the thought being a lioness with all those muscles is still interesting :)

I believe

There is nothing more powerful in one's mind than the feeling of how inspires your body to continue on when you feel as if you are making progress. I'm beginning to see dreams and goals happen in my life. I'm so honored to be blessed and loved by my God and he knows when I need to feel as if I am moving forward.  I can push another day because the light at the end of the tunnel is beginning to shine.

Funny thing about that is, it's simply faith alone. Nothing is going right at this moment. My car seems to be on empty constantly, medically I have a few issues, my computer crashed, my phone crashed, the kids are great but they are still kids and above all that everything still is glowing to me.

I wish we had more sleep, more time, more life right now. The routine becomes old still. there is light.

That Kid

so I'm bragging just a slight bit. I feel good today. My Bam Bam is having a great year so far. Each morning as I crawl in that closet and ask God to protect my children each day, to keep them blessed, healthy and injury free I wonder if he also knows that in the back of my mind, I wish for a little more.  The little more is "Lord, it would be nice if somebody out there took notice"...well I'm pleased with the notice he has received thus far.

Today, Maxpreps rankings came out and check this out. My baby is currently number 15 in the country...whoop whoop...and whoa! Check this one out. Hes number to in the state. I'm elated! Just a small boast on my kid.

Free Write

So we have this thing in school called Free Write. You remember it. It's wierd you don't edit, you don't think you just write. Got some things in my head. Need to free write today.  Some of it are facebook status's I would never say because I don't want people to think I'm crazy, conceited or just have too much time on my hands the way I believe about some of my facebook "friends". Here goes:

Senior year has been a little harder than I thought. I'm watching the boys grow before my eyes.  No one has asked me to help them with homework the whole year. I've gone into their room several times and said, "need help". The response...nope, I got it. (big sigh). "okay, well holler if you need me". Not even a glance of the shoulder. Might as well say "aight mom, bounce and shut my door when you leave". 

Jalen continues his quest as the feature back. My voice is gone again.  I've screamed like crazy the last two weeks and gotten light headed two weeks in a row from holding my breath and enormous, corn-fed, steroid "looking" defense boys attempted to take his head off. I find myself on pins and needles as he breaks tackles and runs the field. I can't breath while he's under the pile until I see his little mighty mouse body pop up.

At the same time, I determined to see my baby boy, twin B get his props and I nearly passed out last week each time a pass comes his way. It's week 2, an interception, Rivas style would be nice.  My issues with him are slightly different though.  He's a good kid but I see his inner struggle continues.  He's enjoying his body lately.  I've had to tell him a couple times, you ain't my man, go put some shorts on. Don't be running around the house in your drawers like you pay some bills here dude.  He's texting someone new. I haven't figured out who yet though. He's been particularly quiet about who it is. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed and hoping it's no one from the past. I haven't met a girl who liked Jordan who I like yet (what, I'm just being honest).

Finally, I feel like if I could split myself in 3 there may be enough to do all the things I need to get done. One morning sleeping in would feel great but on mornings I think I can I remember something I have forgotten to do.  School, Training, Work, Jr Rams, Wardsports, House, Bills, Errands, Projects, The Bigs, The Littles. It don't stop.

On another note, no rebound...I'm still there. Gotta grow some muscle, but I'm still the hottest soccer mom...lol (my kids don't play soccer and I don't drive a mini-van).

Thinking Time>>>

Every so often, I fall introspective. I’m sure anyone who knows me would assume that it happens it doesn't happen too ofte but more than  let on. I find myself so completely wrapped up in the happenings of the day, the events to come, the people to meet and meet up with, the conversations to be had and a mysterious sudden rush to go even harder that I, without fail, neglect to be mindful of what I'm getting out of it all. It’s rare, during those times, that I do any substantial amount of contemplative thinking – just reactive. Last thing I think to do is deal, would rather do.
I’m so completely inspired and intrigued by the fitness industry. Right now I've been consumed by it. The way the body changes, the diets, the mechanics, the finished product.  While these things/concepts are physical & superficial stimulants, it’s actually human service, a commitment to decolonization, people, learning, truth-seeking that’s intrinsically threaded into my very identity. I believe you have to be a be vain to be a part of this.
I almost always find myself, at the tail end of such a stint, when all is quieted, not holding fast to what it is I ought to be working on. I’m talking about the stuff that contributes to bettering myself as a person, uplifting my spirit, securing my future, and most importantly, strengthening my faith.

It almost always lies in that which I pursue in solitude.

1. Begin reading my Bible daily instead of a few times a week, again.
2. Continue my morning talks with the Lord
3. Read (for my own purposes) at least one hour a day.

4. Write (for my own purposes) at least one hour a day.

5. Limit television.

6. Judge less, affirm more.

7. Develop and maintain an constist relationship with my extended family.

8. Work towards more positive thinking daily.

9. Dont sweat the small stuff.

10. Better control the content of my conversations.

Moving on, there are some matters that have been weighing on my mind. Questions to which answers are, I'm sure, controversial. Assertions that may even seem absurd to some but in an effort to not censor my right mind, I'm putting pen to paper to authenticate.

Something

Lord knows I need something to write about. So I have here, the 30 Days of Truth List....a sort of blog challenge.


I picked from the list and decided on one of the topics. - NAME SOMETHING YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF

I think I hate my reluctance to verbally assert myself in situations in which it would be appropriate or that require it most. I have really strong views on most things, and the things I don’t have views on, it’s often because I’m indifferent and that’s fine. I don’t have a need to have an opinion about everything. But often times, I’m in situations where the people in my presence will say some absurd, insensitive, self-indulgent, erroneous stuff and depending upon my “readiness,” I may very well not say anything…maybe give a look. My thoughts are often a different story, though. I’ve simply never been boisterous. And while I realize there’s a definitive difference between boisterous and outright passive, I do worry that a retort (esp. in the manner that I tend to give it) would certainly take me there and have me outside of my character. I don’t worry that it’s not in me to speak up, as I’ve been entirely too much for some people in my recent history. It’s not an all the time thing, nevertheless, it can come off as if I don’t have an opinion and not that I generally care about what the individuals in particular think of me, it’s just good practice to speak up in an effort to not let this characterize my nature in people's understanding of me.

....Summer

The summer continues and life is going...spinning, faster and faster. My Vegas trip last week was nice but EXPENSIVE! Twin B's team lost the first game but went on to win 4 games and lost in the semis of bracket play.  In between games I proceeded to put a hurting on my wallet at the roulette table. 24 REFUSED to hit.  I hate to play the lines to just say in the game but my hard head lead to quick games and a whole in my pocket. I literally game back from Vegas with $10 bucks in my wallet. Shoulda stayed in the gym. 

Jordan was home the next day but 2pm and left at 5 am headed to Anaheim for the Best of the Best - Double Pump tourney. Since he barely noticed I was in Vegas except during games, I let him go to Anaheim this week by himself.  They are currently 2-0. I can't believe my baby checked in to a hotel by himself, took a tour of UCLA and could careless about his momma. This year is gonna be hard for me. Twin A is also out of town having a small vacation before the season begins too. The house is quiet but at least there is food in the cabinets.

Youth football has begun as well. Everyday is a scramble to get it together. I love the kids, like the parents and the vibe at the field is good. Praying to God that is stays that way.

Finally, training continues on my continued journey to become a National Figure Competitor. Lots of things going on. Diet for muscle building is interesting. I hope the pancakes continue.  Training is intense. Feeling more tired lately, but my health seems good. My back is still bothering me a bit but only when I'm standing. As long as I'm moving, training, doing cardio or wearing heels it's fine. It's truly RETARDED and IRRITATING! I'm still in love and excited about everything happening with my body. Most days I look in the mirror and I'm still amazed. Can't wait to see the rest.

Anyway, life is good. Happy and blessed.

Back in Effect

Wow! Can't believe it's been so long and I've ignored my page this long. I guess the best way to catch up is to simply just tell everyone what has been going on.




So many things. I have literally been a crazy woman on a mission EVERYDAY! My contest is over and it was exciting, exhilarating, amazing, disappointing, thrilling, and so many other words that I will stop for now.



The buildup was crazy and the last few weeks, were driving me nuts. The water intake and water deprivation, the menu changes, the work outs, the analyzing of my suit, my shoes, my body, my hair and my mental was ridiculous. I was struggling with my quads and my biceps and wether they would come in more defined at the last minute, if my abs would pop (they did, kind of) and was I eating the right things.

I knew I was coming in small; I had no idea how small for choosing Masters (35+). The last minute water deprivation washed me out. I’ll know next time. I probably could have even had some pancakes and syrup that morning 

Competition day was DEEP! I didn’t sleep much for two reasons, I was excited and I didn’t want to mess up my hair…oh and I forgot to mention the most important thing . A week before competition I tweaked my back doing some dead lifts. I really haven’t been quite the same since. I’ve been to the chiropractor, the acupuncturist, the masseuse, had cold packs, heat backs, stretching, left side, right side, back side and front side. Major pain! 3 weeks later I’m still in pain. A shooting pain that runs down my back to the front of my leg. Each day it’s less pain, but still pain nevertheless.

I lift different now because it hurt so bad the day it happened that I can’t get it out of my mind and I feel myself being a bit timid.

I didn’t do well in the competition. Its’ hard for me. I’ve never had to struggle for anything my entire life. I’ve just been GOOD. Good at basketball, good at high jump, good at tiddley winks, chess, spades, whatever it is…I can beat you. Figure competing is different. The mini competitions I’ve down before this have nothing on actually figure competition and it blew me away. For a minute, about the last week or so it’s messed up my self confidence. Now, days later, my confidence has come back with a vengeance. The fuel for my fire is to compete again and take nothing less than the top spot. Initially I planned on November for the Sac competition. Instead I sat down with my trainer and decided on March. That gives me seven months to put on 10-12 lbs of solid muscle. I’m so excited I really haven’t been able to think straight. I’m really happy I took the summer of school off.

The other things that have taken place were, we moved, my babies are now seniors, and I have about 3 semesters of school left to go. Football season for the youth program has begun and kicks off this week. Jordan will be traveling to Vegas and LA this week for basketball and Jalen received Top 100 and an invite to Oklahoma for a work out, along with a few more letters of interest. Life is busy, but life is good.