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So in the quest to lose this post pregnancy weight and extra love around my tummy I decided to try out kickboxing. It sounded fun and I thought it'd be a quick and intersting way to tone up. The instructor is my son's boxing teacher so I figured I knew him well enough that I'd enjoy the class even it was hard.
Wrong.
I wanted to kick his a$$. The only other time I've felt like that was when I made the unfortunate mistake of enrolling in a spinning class and after the first class I swore I was going to wait for the instructor in the parking lot to kick her a$$. Really. And I don't even know how to fight.
So I went to this class and after the first 12 minutes of hell jump roping (who the hell jumps rope for 12 minutes? wacko!) I knew that I was in for it. The pscycho teacher then proceeded to ask us (read demand impatiently..moron) that we put on our hand wraps in order to begin the death match exercise.
Really, it was just too much. I had no idea what the hell I was doing and after over thirty minutes of torture and an exercise that involved grabbing/jabbing and kicking the bags I felt as if I were going to pass out and have diarrhea simultaneously. Real talk. This is for real. I quickly found a place to sit down and catch my breath. Which allowed me the time to develop a scheme to take down this diabolical asshole teacher.....I haven't come up with a plan yet.......but I will......
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In just a blink of an eye I went from a family of three to a family of five. Without a moment's notice I went from locs that I'd worn for almost 15 years to a super short cut. Before I knew it I went from battling moments of feeling so underweight to trying desperately to lose "this pooch" that just won't go anywhere and truly struggling with losing this weight. Life is changing..fast. Each day I have to pray for guidance and strength to deal with the changes..most of them are good but a few are tough to accept. So I continue to work on acceptance,patience, compassion, letting go of resentment and fear...and accepting the changes with open arms and a new perspective.....
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My son is 13 weeks old today and I have yet to write about my birth story. There's more to come soon....and yes, I had
another boy!
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My older sister, Sharon, got married on our tiny but perfect island, St.Croix, on July 3, 2011. This was one of the most special, God centered, and perfect weddings I have ever attended. She and her husband, Matt, were married on a beach. There were intermittent showers all day and we all prayed she'd have sunshine during her ceremony. As it would be, in the middle of the ceremony, the showers came and continued. We all remained rooted in our positions and her ceremony continued without so much of a blink of an eye. She was serene and her husband was also cool and collected. It was just so perfect. We were all drenched, her wedding dress was stuck to her skin and her wavy hairstyle was limp from the rain....and she couldn't look more beautiful than at that moment. Despite the rain and a few other mishaps her wedding was a reflection of her relationship with her husband. They were sure to include how much God meant to them and their relationship and how much they meant to each other. The wedding was almost a reflection of what marriage is...there will be unexpected moments that could possibly cause stress and irritation but it's HOW you handle those moments that will make the difference.
I'm so happy for them and I pray they have a long, happy and blissful marriage.
Congrats Matthew and Sharon!
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Waffles for dinner.
Singing along to Jill Scott together.
Feeling +1 move around and marvel always at this life.
Sacrifices.
Sleep overs that include pillow fights and talks deep into the wee hours of the morning.
Annoyances.
Silly jokes noone else gets.
Having your ace all the time.
Not wondering what he's thinking or if he'll call.
Feeling special.
Sometimes rolling eyes.
Talking about your children with pride and irritation...but knowing their yours.
Listening to the same stories over again with the same enthusiasm.
Favorite snacks to cheer you up.
Not being afraid to cry.
Being vulnerable.
Developing new interests.
Looking forward to each month that marks another anniversary.
My committment to my husband to continue to work on me and bring the best me to our relationship even when I don't feel like it.
