The Wonder Woman Crusader

Last week I worked a 92 hour week.  Yes, 92 HOURS in 7 days.  I calculated it to amount approximately 15 hours a day 8am-8pm and then some.  It was great and exactly what I intended on doing.  It was an opportunity to crossing into 2018 'MAKING' some serious cash as opposed to 'SPENDING' some serious cash and I am happy that I chose to generate. During the hectic 7 days of physical, emotional and mental testing whilst making coffee, outdoors in extreme heat, it also served as an opportunity to really understand the importance of eating for healthy energy. I brought my food in every day because I am a planner by design.  One of those people who feel empowered and strong when a plan is in place, especially when it comes to my nutrition.  Besides, the food being sold at the venue was A) Not the most satiable for a health nut like me B) Quite expensive (a small bottle of water costs $5) So not only did I bring my own food, I came prepared in the water dep...

If you spoke to most females of the age of 35 living in a first world country (thank you God for the opportunity), they would attest that they have tried every diet under the sun.... I am one of those women. Diet number 1:   The first 'Diet' I ever tried was the Atkins diet.  Remember that one?  Where you eliminated carbohydrates and ate more protein and fat.  And also perhaps this was the universal beginning of the war against the dreaded carbs.  I was 17 years old at this time.  An insecure 17 year old who was one of the chubby ones in school, who never played sports and never sat with the cool kids or maybe that is just how I remember myself being.  Genetically, I hold my fat around my midsection.  When I gain weight, it sits in my tummy, back and shoulders and never....ever goes past my hips...EVER! My legs and ass are the most opposite to voluptuous that you can imagine and my calves always get the ol'googly eyes from other females...

I physically had to sit here and count on my hands, how many days since I deactivated my Facebook account and its been about 14 days... I AM STILL ALIVE!!!  😁😁😁 In fact, I can definitely say that I feel very alive in this moment. Although I deactivated my account on a whim, a last minute 'Stuff it!' decision. The moment that I pressed 'Yes', my physical features lifted. My eyes shone brighter, my posture taller, my skin started to glow and my hair even started to co-operate This ain't a joke.  I have noticed since that moment, I am noticeably prettier!  If it wasn't a thing, it is now, a thing.  The bags under my eyes have melted away, my skin smoother, the tension I felt in the back of my neck, all disintegrated. Don't get me wrong though, there were questioning thoughts in the milli-seconds prior and after ridding of Facebook, such as... ' Are you sure you want to deactivate your account?' 'Are you sure you don't ...

4 Days ago, I deactivated my Facebook account and doing something like this for someone like me is HUUUUUUUUUUUGE!! I am one of those Facebook fiends who posts at least 5 times a day, checks her notifications at least 45 times a day and shares her entire life story with her audience. I am far from a celebrity or even a 'public figure', in fact, I am just a normal girl who had connected with a site that allowed her to tap into the gift that I previously mentioned in my last blog, 'I have been blessed with the gift of being a charismatic sharer' My first intro to Facebook, was when I lived in the UK, literally 10 years ago.  It was all very new then and it took me a while to understand the concept but as the years rolled by, naturally, the world begun to be notified of my every conquest, my every meal, my every mood, my every proposal, my every wedding photo, my every business, my every success, my every failure, my every child, my childrens every photo, my every soci...