Wed 2/5/2014 Food Journal

  I dont know what to eat because after a while oatmeal gets boring.. That AND no more condensed sweet milk (it just loves to fight with my stomach)- so that just leaves brown sugar, honey, agave and its just not the same.. Even fruits get boring.. I think I might try what the jamaican restaurant serves for breakfast out here-- Okra and steamed veggies

Tue 2/4/2014 Food Journal

Hello #fitnessfriends

 I had collard greens and steamed veggies-- it was GREAT!
 Then for lunch & dinner I had french fries :^/

yeah.. I know.. I know..

Monday 2/3/2014-- 1st Journal entry (^_^)

Hey #fitnessfriends,

  I'm so excited to be doing this. I love starting new projects.  The challenge is in finishing the task.
Fitness is just one big self-help never ending project, I guess that's why there are so many ups & downs on this journey....

  So anyway...
 I did have a healthy breakfast- or what I consider healthy...
 Whole Wheat pancakes with organic maple syrup, and small bunch of green grapes. I've been drinking my water and green tea.
 For lunch I had another small pancake and apples.. more water & green tea.
 I am already thinking about what I will be cooking for dinner, and I'm thinking of  whole wheat bow tie pasta and baked chicken...



 As the day goes along I will keep updating my journal entry (entries).. MM [Method 2 da Madness]
 Perhaps I'll catch myself and stop eating pizza when i know i'm just going to end up hating myself for doing it. [lactose intolerant & allergic to gluten, bad combo]


Yesterday I created a table where every week I'm going to measure my waist/ hips, weigh myself, and calculate my BMI. I know I can easily go to a website that all i have to do is pay and get these services, and be in that online community, but I'm just not a big fan of being on multiple sites, let alone one site; entering my information and seeing how strongly motivated other ppl are about their weight loss. I don't know about you, but I feel like I'm competing, when that's not what i want to do. I don't want to compete. I want to be inspired and I aspire to inspire. I want to learn and grow along this journey. I've taken it so many times, I know what to do- I just want to stick with it. I just don't want to "come back down from this cloud."

So anyway.. stay tuned-- PEACE!

<3 ELi

New Month, New start.

Hello Everyone!

   I hope everyone enjoyed their Super Bowl weekend, and caught up financially from all the holiday partying, and gifts, and hosting events. As well as caught up on their sleep and beautiful family time. Perhaps some of you even GAINED some weight from all the stress-eating, stress AND eating- or whatever combination of that  ;^)  (I know I did.)
   So now that all that is over with-- wait, Valentine's is around the corner... (and most importantly my b-day!) (^_^) [actually in less than a week.] there's still more partying to do.  I'd LOOOOVE to be unapologetically sexy on my big birf dai... BUT that's not going to happen in less than 5 days.. But I can still wear confidence very well so I'm not buggin'.
    Moving Right Along.....
    Now that its FEBRUARY <3 The shortest month of the whole year--and MY personal new start (i dont do- New Year's Resolutions) I've decided to take a different approach to my fitness journey.. There is ALWAYS A METHOD TO MY MAAAAADNESS... [insert mad scientist voice.] So to me, there's a mental science to it.
    Every time I've ever looked my best, it was always vanity/ego the driving force. Just broke up?-- I'm going to show him all he's missing. Just had a baby?-- I'm going to show how hott after giving birth I am.. It was just always about looks. During my younger years-- ugh! Let's just say learning to love myself and my body is something one can easily forget this THIS society.. and is an ongoing process, I mean especially for women. The body is always changing, and this society favors the young & beautiful. (No complains, I've had my share in the spotlight) ;^)

  So.. right, My Method.
Its a simple one... Work out. And Keep a record of my progress..

Random person (RP): "Hey, that's been around for a while, that's not exclusively YOUR method."
 ME: 'WELL... random person, I know that. Everyone knows that. The shit is, DONT RAIN ON MY PARADE. I told you already, there's a method. If you don't understand it that's fine, just be easy. Come correct and allow me to explain....."

It is a great idea for everyone to have a notebook or word document to track their progress. I know some people who even email themselves, or txt their partners with scores and results.. The thing is-- for me-- that I don't always write in my notebook. It is so easy for me to just say, "well, I'll write in it later." That is part of how I got crowned as Queen Procrastinator back in the day, I'm looking to pass on the crown-- too much responsibility. Anyway..Honestly, it is the best tool to get real with yourself. You can see all the crap that you know you shouldn't eat, but do.
   Since I don't write in my notebook every meal, sometimes I forget to include something.. But the thing is, my body won't forget. My body will say, "Oh, you're not going to use these calories? Ok, I'll just store it for you, maybe you'll want to use it later on."
   Just between You and me, my body is the best assistant to this brain of mine, always doing what needs to be done. Well not always, she comes in late sometimes- I still don't fire her because.. well.. I love her ..
    Ok.. Ok.. so here's where MY method comes in...
 The way I will keep track of my progress is write in it once a week. TA-DA!  :^D
I won't count calories.. I wont eliminate any food groups (except shellfish which i'm allergic too, and GMO's and Dairy because i'm lactose intolerant, like really bad.)
  I can tell you more, but I rather show you..
So stay warm out there. And Keep Pushing forward, upward and onward- <3 PEACE!

 <3 Eli

Ectopic pregnancy

 Hello Beautiful Fit people,

   

     I want to talk [to you] about a very scary moment in my life and since it is a one of a couple of major wake up calls about how important fitness and health is I've had in my life-I feel I should address it. So here's the back story.

     Earlier this year [2013] in late April I found out I was going to be a mom for the 2nd time. I was a bit scared because I  am still in school and not in a position that if things didn't work out between "dude" and I that I wouldn't be able to handle everything. I can handle my little man an myself but if I have to feed another mouth on my own I'd be struggling and that's not where I want to be in life.

    I'm sure I don't have to mention how "dude" and I were having a rocky time in our relationship after 3 and 1/2 years together. I mean what relationship doesn't have problems? but you know it's bad when.... At a certain point you know it's bad- lets just say that.

      On the other hand I was still happy because it's a brand new little person-Coming from my body! That alone is amazing to me. 

        But as the days went by I started feeling pain and was even starting to bleed like the beginning of a period- I was also under a lot of stress because "dude" was in an unhappy place in his life which I understood but if there is nothing I can do and I'm adding to your stress and and turn you are adding to mine the best solution in my opinion is to separate.

     Things said in anger will be remembered, especially by me... Especially if you try to hurt me by using my child (that's a BIG no-no.) At this point I might as well be blunt. "Dude" was so mad at me because I didn't want to name our child after his mother (side note: his mother didn't like me so why should I name the child I'm carrying after someone who doesn't like me?) Also he started telling me things like if we didn't stay together I wouldn't be able to leave the state without his permission, how I'm not going to get child support and a lot of other things and which heightened emotional states, on all sides. I knew I couldn't have this child. I was devastated because I didn't want an abortion.

     My son is mildly autistic and when I had mentioned my intentions to "Dude" about not keeping it he said how he wishes I never have kids again, how he wishes my "retarded son pays for every you do" ...right there I knew our relationship was over and there was no hope in ever trying to save it. 

       Moving fast forward I was having pain and bleeding nurses were telling me it's normal but I didn't believe it then in the middle of the night on Mother's Day I had this debilitating pain. I could not stand up. I was on the floor crying it was so bad but it was 3 in the morning and my son was sleeping I didn't think it was fair to wake him up to go to the e.r.

     All I could do was pray...so I did. The next day I went to the e.r. I waited so long I was about to walk out but I thought to myself "I waited this long- I might as well stay and see what's up" and then I started getting that pain again now I knew I should stay. My name was called the doctor told me to pee, she asked if I knew I was pregnant I told her yes. Then I told her my symptoms and the "magic wand"-- the ultrasound wand was put inside of me and I was told it needed to come out because it was growing in my Fallopian tube. So the same night I went in I was told I needed a surgery a.s.a.p! I called my mother that same night and told her everything. 

     I even spoke with "dude" he had nothing to say but "I'm leaving"-- it was a relief but I was scared I had never had a surgery and I'm not a fan of hospitals unless you are knocking on deaths door. Sometimes even getting a simple surgery could make one end up at deaths door. All I could think about was my little boy- who would take care of him if something happened to me? I prayed some more until I was no longer conscious from the anesthesia.

     I woke up with this tremendous pain after surgery. They gave me some morphine and I fell out. The second time I woke up I had to pee. I was hooked up to all these wires and in pain so the nurse brought a pan and told me to lift up. Lifting up was so challenging but I was able to do it- it reminded me of that butt lift move called the bridge which I had done so many times in my routine. And here I was struggling to do it. Right there I thought "OMG! If I were 200 pounds I wouldn't be able to do it" that was my wake up call. 

    I went home alone- lying to the doctors that I had someone waiting for me. There is was no one. Walking was painful. Laying down, siting and standing up, were all painful. I didn't cook, I ordered out, all that IV-fluids made me bloated. My body had changed. I was depressed because I lost not only my relationship (he had been my best friend), I lost a baby I was going to have, my mobility-- it was all so much...

     Fitness & health is about MIND BODY AND SPIRIT. And I felt I hit rock bottom. If it weren't for my little boy needing me and having a dog that needed to be walked I wouldn't have gotten up. Spirit is what holds everything else together in my life experiences. It's because of what i hold dear to my heart I still acted like I had it together. My son (and my sanity) was the reason I could do all that I could. I was also still in school after all (recuperating but still enrolled) so I couldn't let anything stop me, it could slow me down but I couldn't give up. 

   When I started training again I didn't feel right. I didn't feel like myself. And I was still in pain. Even though I had no stitches they used that glue and I was afraid it would somehow open. I mean when you think about it the doctor had to cut my skin, my fat, the muscle and then the organ. The body needs some time to heal. And i'm sure they didn't use glue on anything else. At that point I just decided to live. To be happy. To enjoy the baby ( my little man who's not a baby) as much as i could before he grew up. So the entire summer we were at the beach every day. And I didn't workout I just walked until I couldn't walk - I could barely walk a mile. 

     And now that I have my head straight and could see the situation for what it was (with my spiritual understanding self) I've made peace with all of it and back in training. This is my journey. 

     

 

 Hello all you Beautiful, Fabulously Fit people.
       [if you are off the couch at least 20 minutes every day, you ARE someone who is working towards "fitness and health" and to me that's fit]

 I don't want to overwhelm myself with trying to keep up with all the social media networks and trying to be seen.. However I will confess this much, I am a little overwhelmed. Well, more excited and happy that I am finally putting myself and my services out there, however I thought I was way more technologically savvy than it appears that I am. Or maybe I'm just taking on too much too soon. This is however finals week at my college, and I should be studying and instead I am taking care of my blog. Honestly, this is what's calming me down. Overwhelmed but calm- if that makes any sense (hahahaha)

  So I just want everyone to know, I will be updating and sharing and all that good stuff, just be patient with me as I am with myself- as we all should be with ourselves and one another.
  Ok, enough lovey dovey hippie stuff. I just wanted everyone to know.


--Love,Eli

Happy Holidays!
  I just want to share a quick holiday greetings with everyone as I start blogging about my fitness journey, my fitness goals and helping all of my friends and family along the way with their fitness goals- I'm here to help! :^D
  There will be healthy recipies, videos, pics galore and much more... so I hope you stay tuned. And starting your fitness goals don't have to wait for a New Year's Resolution, you can start today- as in right now.
 [As in don't finish that bag of chips, or that donut just put it down now. Trust me, you'll thank me later.]

                      Love, Eli