The Shirt v. Me!

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I have officially lost 16 pounds. WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However, I have a long way to go and it is very easy to do the wrong thing. Actually, it is scary because gaining weight is easy. Enjoying the wrong types of foods is very easy. I am in the right mind set, but I do have bad days. I am working on it.

I have decided to buy no more clothes until I lose weight. The bigger the clothes, the more they cost. I say DISCRIMINATION. I do understand that they have to use more material, but really?Sometimes, they have the wrong size. Like when it says, “One size fits all.” Who is all? Is all the skinny all? I remember a few years ago, I went to buy a shirt. I saw a really cute shirt that was a certain size. I looked at it and on the rack, and it looked as if it would fit. I went into the dressing room and began to try the shirt on. It was a little tight in the arms and around the back. Not my size. Here is where it went wrong. I tried to take the shirt off and it would not come off. I struggled and struggled. I twisted and turned. I had to sit down. I started sweating like I was working out. I did not want to tear it. I went out to the door of the dressing room and called for one of the sales persons to help me. The lady was really nice and tried to help me. She pulled and tugged, but that shirt was not coming off. She called in another salesperson. OMG! I had two people trying to get me out of that unforgiving shirt.

Finally, we had to make a decision. We had to cut it! They explained that I did not have to buy it since I explained that it had my size on it. I cannot help that the designer made it smaller than what the size said. One of the sales ladies cut the shirt up the back. I was FREE! I felt bad looking at that cut up shirt, so I paid for it. It was only $28. I have the shirt in my closet. I keep it to remind me that I need to loose weight. Now when I try a shirt on, I test it out by putting one arm in one of the sleeves. If it feels tight, it is not for me. I will not fight with another shirt. LOL

 

Keep it fit peeps!

Over the Top Daughter

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Superbowl Sunday! Woo HOO! Not really. I stop watching football years ago. All I will say is I was married to a football player. Enough said. LOL  I will say that football players do show that being physically fit is important. They have some big guys on there, but they can move, run and jump. The key is to keep doing activity. I know a lady who is over 70 and she can do the splits and cartwheels. She said because she never stopped doing them. We must stay active peeps!

Speaking of being married to a football player once upon a time. I remember traveling one time to a game in Dallas. I was pregnant with my son. My daughter was about 8 months old. Yes, my children are close in age. They are eleven months apart. Dont ask? LOL Whenever, I went somewhere with my kids when they were babies, I took everything. I took two baby bags, double stroller, play pen, toys, treats, etc. Yeah I know. Talk about over doing it. Well I only had one child at this time, but I had a lot of junk. At the airport, I rented one of those cart buggy things to put everything in. This was in 92 before all the rules and regulation, so I was taking everything.

I sat my daughter in the little seat at the front of the buggy and I started loading the buggy. Suddenly, things started falling off the buggy. Every time, I picked something up, another thing would fall off. Remember, I was pregnant with my son who was due in about 3 months. He would be a big baby, 10 pounds 13 ounces, so I was big, but cute. Always cute. LOL

Anyway, this catastrophe of things not staying on the cart went on for about 15 minutes. I did not know what was going on. I looked around and I saw about 9 people looking at me and laughing. What the hell was so funny? I needed help. One of the ladies pointed at my daughter. OMG! I did not even notice that she was throwing things off the cart every time I put something back on. She was also laughing. Really? Yes! My daughter was making a fool out of me. I laughed and put the things on while watching her. It is amazing how much babies know. My daughter has always been that way. She always have thought she was smarter than me. Indeed! LOL

Keep it Fit Peeps!

The Principal’s Office

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So far, I have lost 13 pounds. I am so excited. However, it is a long, long, long, long road ahead. I know there are potholes, twists and turns, but I can drive and I am going to drive this old hoopty. I will drive it until I become like a bugatti. Yep! A four million dollar body. Right now my body is about….$100. If you have to ask what a bugatti is, then you cannot afford it. Dont worry, I know what it is and I cant afford it, and I will never afford it. LOL

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A few years ago, I took my kids and a few other kids to a summer college program for little kids. It was really nice. It was more about fun classes, but they did have academics. I dont remember what school hosted it, but it was a big and beautiful high school. I know it was somewhere out HWY 6 near HWY 90. If you live in the Houston area, you may know where I am talking about.

The kids were in their classes, so I decided to tour the school. I dont know what part of the gigantic school I was in, but I had to use the restroom. I did not see a restroom and I did not know how to get back to where I began. I kept going down halls, but I ended up in another part of the school. Somehow I saw a door that said offices. It was open, so I thought someone was in there that could help me. I went in and nobody was there. I saw Principal on one of the doors and a light on. I peeped in the door and said, “Hello!” in my Medea voice. NOBODY!

By now, I had to use it like a two year old. I was jumping around and almost in tears. Oh yeah! I remembered from being a teacher, most Principals have restrooms in their offices. I know I should not enter other people’s private offices, but it was either enter or let the river Michelle flow all over the ground. LOL I went in and there was a restroom for the principal. I ran in and shut the door. Once I was done, I washed my hands. On the sink was some cute little figurines that were mini old fashion classrooms. My nosy self decided to pick one up. My hands were wet and it slipped. Yes, it broke! OMG! What to do? Before I could think, I heard someone say, “Who is in there?” “Uhm…I am a parent and..” I could not finish because I heard another voice say, “Dont open the door. Remember we had a break in a few days ago. Go get officer Ghent.” Officer Ghent? All I wanted to do was use the restroom. I looked at that little figurine in my hand and saw, it was not to bad. A little piece was off and it could be glued. No Problem! Wrong! “I am coming out.” I said as I pushed on the door. I could not get out. I think they were holding me in. I kept saying, I am a parent and I had to use the restroom. They did not understand why I came in the Principal’s office to use the restroom. “I got lost!”

Five minutes later, I heard, “Come out slowly with your hands in the air.” What? Are they kidding? I decided to put the figurine in my purse because it did look bad. I slowly opened the door and there was the school cop with his gun drawn. I did not know what to do, so I went back in the restroom. He kept saying come out and I kept saying, “Not until you put that gun down.” Luckily, I had my cell phone with minutes. You know I had a pay as you go back in those days. I called the other parent who came with me. After she stopped laughing, she came to my rescue.

About two minutes later, I heard everyone laughing. My friend told me to come out. The Principal , his secretary, the school police officer and my friend were all laughing at me. I explained and we all laughed.

“Oh sorry.” I said as I handed the Principal the broken figurine. He stopped laughing, and we went on about our business. The moral of this story is use the restroom before you go on a journey or at least ask someone! LOL

Keep it healthy Peeps!

The Fat Elevator Protest

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My daughter is graduating college in May. I am so proud of her. I knew at birth, she would do something special. She was so aware of her surroundings when she was born. I remember going to see her where they hold all the new born babies. When I got to the baby viewing window, there was a crowd of people looking into the window and pointing. What could be so amazing with new babies? My daughter. My daughter was 9 lbs. when she was born. She could hold her head up by herself. She had a strong neck. When I looked into the baby viewing window, she was on her stomach, lifting her head up over the little bed looking at the other babies. It looked so weird. She never cried much as a newborn. All she wanted was me or her Dad to hold her up so she could see. She hated the car seat because she wanted to see everything. As a college graduate I know she will see everything and do everything.

My daughter did everything fast. She talked fast, she walked fast and she was so aware. I remember telling her Dad not to curse in front of her, but he did. Some people do not understand that babies pick up everything you say and do. They are like sponges. Chelsea was about 8 months and we were waiting for an elevator to go down to the parking garage. When the elevator doors opened it was full of people. We had to wait. When she saw all those people, she said in a loud cute baby girl voice, “Aw Shit!” The people in the elevator laughed as the doors closed. No! No! little girl.  It was too funny, especially since now she does not believe in using curse words.

Speaking of elevators,I do have a funny about me in an elevator. This was about three years ago. I was leaving from my doctor’s office and needed to catch the elevator going down. When the elevator arrived and opened it was semi- full, but I was in a hurry. I saw a small space to the side. When I got ready to get on the elevator, everyone looked at me as if I was making a mistake. I dont think they wanted me to get on. It was not that full and I was in a hurry, so I squeezed into the small space.

We were on the 10th floor. Suddenly, the elevator stopped on the fifth floor. We were stuck! Why did everyone look at me. I heard one man say, I knew it! You know I had that black woman attitude look on my face. Was he talking to me?  I pointed at the sign that said maximum 2000 pounds. “There is not 2000 pounds in this elevator.” I said sarcastically. The sighing man said “Yeah, not on this side of the elevator.” Next, a lady said maybe we need to even the elevator out. “People, there is not 2000 pounds in this elevator!” I was thinking to myself that all I need is one more indication about me being the weight problem and I will…Suddenly, a man standing behind me said, “Everyone needs to shut their mouth because you are taking up all the air. I am not that fat, but big mouths are sucking up all the air.” I looked around and noticed he was taller and bigger than me. I did not notice him when I got on the elevator because I was trying to squeeze in at the front. Oh, they were not talking to me. I guess, I will be quiet. Wrong! The same sighing man told the other man, “Maybe fat people should take the stairs for exercise.” They started arguing in that elevator. Now, it was funny and if you know me, I will make a joke. I started chanting “NO JUSTICE FOR FAT PEOPLE!” There were two college looking boys on the elevator and they started chanting with me. The lady next to me started chanting. We were so loud, the two men stopped arguing. We all laughed. After about five minutes, the elevator started.

When we got to the bottom, some maintenance men were there and ask if we were all right. We all laughed and went on about our business. It was probably the first  elevator fat protest in history. LOL

I hate Schlitterbahn!

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We are off again because of a cold day. This is amazing for Texas, but as a teacher I say Woo Hoo! Parents need time with their wonderful children. LOL   I actually had a veggie sandwich today. It was good. It is like when you don’t have enough meat on the sandwich, but you have all the other things. It was good. There are a lot of good vegetarian meals. Try them! you will like them. Try them Sam I am! A little Dr. Seuss joke. No? Oh well.

People keep saying my kids must understand my humor because they put up with my crazy adventures. I guess they had no choice. I kept them so close and sheltered early on. Also, I was very involved in all their activities. We did have a lot of fun. When we went places, I called it “In the Wind.” This means I don’t know what we are doing that day, but we are in the wind. We were going anywhere and everywhere.

Having kids is so special, but all parents worry. I think when they are little you worry more about them getting sick, somebody bothering them or loosing them through sickness or kidnapping, etc.  I lost my son once. It was at that horrible water park Schliterbahn in New Braunfels. I say horrible because it is one of those places that kids get lost easily.

In the summer, my kids use to spend time at a Park in the Park’s and Recreation summer program. It was like a free camp. I was off in the summer, so I would volunteer my time. I became close with the staff and the kids. It was so much fun. We decided to take a group of kids to Schlitterbahn. At that time my kids were 8 and 9. The adults decided to split the kids by some adults going with a group of kids to the big water rides and some adults staying with the little kids at the slower rides. You know I was the one that volunteered for the slower rides. It was hot and a lot of walking, so the little kids were great for me and my fat. LOL

There was a big pool in the kids area that the kids could go around and around using floats. I sat a beach chair in the shallow part of the water and watched them go around. We had a good time, until I did not see my son. I saw all the other kids, but not my son. I called my daughter over to me and asked her where is her brother. She had not seen him. OMG! Panic began to rise up in my body. Where was my baby? All kinds of things came into my mind. I got up and went around in the water myself. We looked everywhere and no son! I wanted to faint. It was like being in a nightmare. Wake me up?  Finally, I saw my son. He was running toward me. I hugged and kissed my baby. “Where have you been?”” I wanted to ride the big water slide and it had a long line.” The fear of loosing him had left my body. Now, anger was rising up.

After fussing at my son, I explained to him about never leaving the group without permission. After that day, I made up the term, “My right leg.” I told my son, if he cant see my right leg then he is too far. I dont know why I chose the right leg. I guess because I am right handed and do everything to the right first. I dont know. It worked.From the time my kids were old enough to go places with or without me, they knew they were a package and they needed to keep up with each other. My daughter hated it  because my son was always getting in trouble. My son hated it because my daughter was always telling on him. It was good for awhile, but now she thinks she is the boss of my son. Poor boy!

Keep fit my peeps! Keep up with your children and remind them of the rules when they are out in a public area.

 

Run Son! Run!

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I lost two pounds! I am so happy. It had been awhile. I had to make some adjustments on my diet. I am following my nutritionist, but I had to tweak a few things. I have to learn to make my dinners more exciting. I can make it through the day, but if my dinner is boring, I will cheat. I am finding some good quick recipes. So it is all good! Celebrating the two pounds! LOL

I am not a animal person. I like dogs. Notice, I said like. I prefer small dogs. Fish are ok. Cats and me do not match. I hate them. I am a cat racist. If they stay in their world and leave me in my world, we can exist together. LOL

My son always wanted a dog, but I would not buy it. I did not want to take care of it, and the way he kept his room, I knew he would not take care of it. My poor son. He use to watch those late night commercials about those pitiful dogs and get sad. My daughter likes to joke and say she saw him rocking in his room singing, “In the Arms of an Angel” to one of those commercials. He said she is lying. Poor child!

The next few post, I will dedicate to my kids. They have put up with a lot from me. Being a single Mom is not easy, but I tried to make sure they had the best childhood. We did not always have enough money, but I made sure they had fun activities, friends and good schools.  I moved a lot so they could live in safe and clean neighborhoods and be zoned to good schools. It was the least I could do. They both are in college now, so I guess it is all good. All I can do now is pray that they have productive lives. I definitely want them to have a much better life than what I gave them.

This is not a funny story. It is more of a OMG! What a horrible Mother story. I dedicate it to my Son. He always has his Mom’s back! One night, we were leaving from my parents house. My kids were about 10 and 11. We were singing songs on the way home. We lived in Stafford. We were about 15 minutes from home, when the car started making a noise and stopped on main or Highway 90 going toward Stafford. If you know where I am talking about, it is a very dark road. I pulled over and tried to start the car. It would not start. I looked at the gas gauge and realized I was out of gas. Dang it! I forgot to put gas in the car. I knew when I went to my Parents that I was going to need gas, but I forgot. Dumb! Dumb! Dumb! What to do? It was dark! I had my kids and the nearest gas station was about 15 blocks down the road. I could see it. It was the only thing I could see.

I could get out and walk to the gas station, but I was too fat and too slow. Plus, I could not leave my kids in the car. I could not take them with me for the same reasons. I was in a dilemma. We did not have cell phones back then. Yes, people had them, but I did not have one that worked. It was a pay as you go phone and I had not paid it. A car pulled up behind us because I noticed we were in a turning area. I was scared because the people could be robbers or killers or OMG! The man got out the car. I could see that it was two men. Young men. I told the kids to be quiet and if anything happens, we will fight to the death. We had codes back then that meant different things like look out for people walking up to the car, run, my daughter is in a bad mood. LOL

You would think my kids would be scared siting on that dark road with no gas. They were not! They always felt that I could take care of everything. If only they knew. I always had to be strong. Sometimes, I really wanted to scream HELP ME! I never did, but sometimes late at night, I prayed to God for help. Thank you Jesus!

The man got out and asked if I needed help. I told him no. “My husband is on the way.” I probably should have told him the problem, but I was scared. If they knew I was stranded, they might of helped, but they might of saw an opportunity to hurt us or kill us. The man got back in his car and left. OK! It was time to think of what to do. We could wait until daylight, but it was only 10:00pm. We could not sit there that long. I made a horrible decision that will bother me the rest of my life.

My son was a fast runner from playing little league football. In fact, he had on his football cleats and football pants with the pads.  I told him that he was going to have to run down main street to the gas station and get a gas can. Fill the can with gas and bring it back to the car. Many kids his age would of said no. My son quickly said okay! My daughter wanted to do it, but she was a girl and she did not run as fast as my son. She does not agree. I knew better. I hoped.

I told my son to stay close to the grass, but don’t get in the grass. There might be snakes or any type of animal in that high grass. I told him to run fast, watch for cars and to not stop running until he gets to the gas station. OMG! I kissed my son and let him out of the car. I wanted to cry, but once again, I had to be strong for my kids. I gave him $10. It is all I had. I told him to tell the gas station attendee the problem.  I would pay for the can when I reached the station. I am sure he would believe a little Kid. Right? “I Love you Son!”

My daughter and I watched my son run toward the gas station. I kept thinking horrible thoughts. What if he got ran over by a car? What if someone stopped and kidnapped my baby? What if a animal got him? What if….OMG! It seemed as if it took forever. I saw him reach the gas station. Sweet relief! No! Now he had to run back. I held my breath again as I thought the same horrible thoughts. He made it back. It was all God! Thank you again Jesus! My son put the gas in the car and I was able to make it to the gas station and eventually home. My kids and I talked about it all night. We laughed, but I wanted to cry. I told them we could never tell anyone. I always thought being a single parent that if I messed up, they would take my kids from me. This would be a good reason. Not really, but I was young. My kids never told anyone about that horrible adventure. In fact, this is the first time I told anyone.

Later that night, I prayed and cried to the only one who knows my pain and what I have had to struggle through. He has brought me this far and will continue to bring me further. In the name of Jesus, Amen!

Thank you son! I guess I should of got him that puppy.

Keep it healthy peeps! Keep your kids close and God closer!

Ratted Out!

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It is sooooooooooooo cold in Houston. You know us southern girls do not like  cold weather. I know it is much colder in places like New York, but we feel like it is about that cold. I usually joke by saying it is the season for us big and beautiful girls. Men want someone they can snuggle up to and be warm. We are looking good right now! LOL.

I am doing a lot of research right now on foods and how they work on the body. My diet with the nutritionist is going ok, but it is getting boring. There are so many different ways out there, so if you know some good strategies, let me know. Also some good recipes. I have never been the chicken breast person unless it is very tender. It is a lifestyle change, but it does not have to be boring. Fit Foods that I talked about has some tasty foods, but they are too expensive. I will get the hang of it. I have know choice. It is my life.

Today was a horrible day at the school that I work at because I saw a rat! Yes, I said a rat! Now, I know buildings can have rats, but I dont want to see it. The building I am in is only two years old and very clean, so I was not expecting it. I was standing in the hallway waiting on my class and I thought I saw something small coming down the hallway. My eyes could not believe it. I blinked and saw it was a small rat running down the hallway toward my way. It turned into the classroom across from me and went under the door. The thing they say about rats not having bones is true. It went under the smallest space. Yuck!!!!

OMG! I panicked and started knocking on doors. By this time all the kids were coming into the hallway. I was panicking and saying there is a rat. Here is the horrible part. Everyone was looking at me and laughing. What is wrong with you people? We need to clear the school! Call the exterminators! Do something.! Everyone was looking at me. I thought at least the girls would be scared along with me, but they were not. The class that the rat ran into, did not move. The teacher was upset, but the kids…NOTHING! Did I dream it? Did I lose my mind?

I started my class and put a student who sits near the door on Rat Watch! I told them that Ms. Taylor will not be able to save them. If the rat comes in, get out of my way. I am a big girl and I will knock you over. LOL They laughed. The assistant principal came in and he was laughing. I said there is a rat! “I know. We were watching you on camera and you are so entertaining.” WTH? It is not funny and they better not show that tape at the next faculty meeting.

Most of my students live across the street in some low income apartments. Apparently, they have seen rats. Apparently they have seen them at the school. I dont need to see them. I guess I will be looking for another job. LOL

At the previous school that I worked at, they built a new school. Before they built the new school, we were in a old building that had been there for over thirty years. Talk about rats. They had rats big as cats. Yuck! Some teachers would have to clean poop up every morning. Rats would fall though the ceiling if the tiles were missing and they would get caught in the AC and die. The smell was horrible! Well, one day after school, some teachers and I were talking in another teachers room. There were about five of us. I noticed that one teacher had stopped talking and was staring across the room at the windows. I asked her what was wrong. She pointed at the windows. Ladies and gentleman, I saw the biggest rat I ever saw crossing the room on the windowsill. I grabbed my purse and started running toward the door. Here is the problem. Another teacher who was as big as me started running toward the door. When we got to the door, we both tried to go through it and became stuck. Oh my! It was like one of those old three stooges movies. We tried to push through until we finally got loose. Both our big tails ran down the hall. You should of saw people moving out the way. It was like two eighteen wheelers speeding down the highway. Big people have a hard time running, but that day I was a track star.

You know when I go back to work, I will probably walk down the hallway and into my classroom like I am in a scary movie. It is scary! They never found the rat. One of the guys said it is probably hiding in the file cabinet until people leave. All I will say is if it comes anywhere near me or I open a file cabinet in my room and something jumps out, get the defibrillator or get the hell out my way because I am on my way to my car and I am going home!!!!  I wonder how much I can get on unemployment? LOL

 

Keep it healthy my peeps. Keep away rodents!