I CHEATED!

What the hell can I say? Day 18 was a beast. All I know is that I was minding my own business and a good friend who will remain nameless (Frances) invited me to Red Lobster for a surprise. And boy was it a surprise. I ended up being with about 7 of my former co-workers who I hadn’t seen in at least 2 years. It was a nice reunion and all I could say is old times, beer and biscuits flew all around the table. Temptation at its finest hour. Hell, I can’t even say I was tempted. I believe that with temptation there is at least an effort. I ain’t have no effort. I saw those cheese & garlic joints sashaying around the table and I’m like WHAT???? I’mma eat it!

I believe there are many levels of what I consider to be “cheatdom”. Level A is when you eat a slice of pie. Level B is when you eat 2 slices of pie and French Fries. Level 3 is when you eat a whole cake and a pint of ice cream in bed along with fried chicken, macaroni, dressing and pig feet. I was at Level A/B.   3 and a ½ Red Lobster biscuits. What could I say? I was in good company last night. Oh THANKS KATRINA for coming to NY. (gotta blame somebody ).  

No big words of encouragement this week other than when I or anyone falls off the wagon, treat it like sin. Fall down — get back up. Today is day 19. So far so good. Smooches….  

Can a sista get a sammich?

Well,

Today is day 12 of my no bread, pastries, pasta, rice and potatoes and I’m doing just fine but a sista wants a sammich. Of course sammich is correctly spelled s-a-n-d-w-i-c-h but when you’re craving  like I’M craving yall it is by default a SAMMICH! So what kind of sammich do I want? danged if I know. Lunch meat, cheeseburger, hamburger, peanut butter, butter, syrup, jello, pickles or hell even tofu. I just need something between some damn bread.

It ain’t even really mid-month yet and I’m already counting down the days. But what am I looking forward to? May 31 so I can go back to eating all those carbs that put weight on me in the first place? Um, in the inimitable words of Madea…..NERR! So what’s a girl to do? Well, I decided that I’m still going to kick carbs to the curb all the time. I’ll treat myself to a sammich once every pay day and for me that every 15 days unless the 15th or the 30th fall on a Sunday and then I’ll treat myself every 13 days contingent on pay day. Why pay day? By the time I finish paying damn bills I gotta pay myself something and I really need a sammich.

Today I was thinking about May 31st and what kind of sammich am I going to get. I think I’m between Wendy’s classic bacon cheeseburger or Quizznoes —– hell ANYTHING from Quizznoes.  Hell that place is so good I could put water in between wheat and it’s going  to be on and poppin. I remember the tangy taste of mustard. The umph of onions and tomatoes.  Yum!!

So as I end this weeks blog I just have one question ……………….where the HELL is May 31st? Smooches

Clearly, I’m still not in shape — YET!!

Clearly I’m still not in shape yet….

This past weekend I have the pleasure of participating in the Revlon Run/Walk for Women’s Cancers on Saturday morning. I am a member of the Health & Fitness Ministry at my wonderful church First Corinthian Baptist Church in Harlem (quick shout out!! HAAAY).

I woke up early Saturday morning and got to Time Square and joined in with the good people from my church and thousands of walk happy New Yorkers. We walked from Time Square 42nd to 59th before we even got to Central Park. Uh, that’s already 17 blocks right? Right! Then we got up to Central Park. Yall know Central Park? That big old mass of land that feels like light years between 5th and 8th avenues.

Then we got in the park. Still walking with my crew. Then they started leaving me. One by one. No Paul. No Carlotta. No Angie. No Laurieanne. No First Corinthian Baptist Church sign. Nuffin. I was all by myself representing my grandmother, my cousin, and my continued healthy living habits. I started seeing other folk stride past me like I was doing the moonwalk. I started slowing down. Didn’t even want to look back because at that point I decided I was NOT going to be the last chick behind 30,000 people right….and I didn’t look back because I really didn’t want to know. Then I really slowed down some mo. Kept on walking though. At least I didn’t have to grab my inhaler.

Halfway through the park I saw visions of park benches but even they were in the distance. I saw ice cream cone stands. Felt like I was in a desert oasis and it was hot as hell. But it wasn’t. It was rainy and cool outside. Then I started getting pissed and shouting out obscenities because I couldn’t keep up, I was hot, my legs felt like rubber, my knee caps felt like wood and my calves called on Christ…AND MY TEAM LEFT ME!

A part of me got discouraged. Then I started to motivate myself. Said thank you Jesus and I knew I would make it to the finish line. And when I did I felt a sense of accomplishment but CLEARLY I’M STILL NOT IN SHAPE! Got home and slept 5 hours in the same position. My legs still feel like somebody took’um off and put’um back on the opposite direction. Ain’t seen the gym this week and perhaps I’ll even go tomorrow.

And as for the breast cancer walk and walking in general, I’ll do it again!!!!! Smooches