Ok, ok…I know I’ve been gone for a minute…one of my biggest supporters tried to point out to me that I need to be more consistent with my blogging. Being an “artist”, I got all in my feelings and wrote a whole blog about how I’ll blog whenever I feel like it. Bah!! I’m so damn dramatic…and sensitive. It’s amazing that I’m STILL learning about myself after turning 30. I feel like 30 is the new 21. Like, I’m just now starting to come into my own… Anywho, I’m going to try and drop a jewel for that ass at least every Tuesday…I wouldn’t want you all to leave me and go read someone else’s rants about their dating life now would I?
Sometimes I have so much fuckery to blog about that I get all scatterbrained…but let’s talk about something that has been lingering on…FYI this might just wind up turning into a rant…
So, I really had a swift kick in the ass recently that reminded me that I had pretty much let myself go and fallen off. Now I hate using this term, being as though I have a college degree and all, but I used to be a “bad” bitch. (Y’all, I cringed when I just wrote that, but needed to add it for conversational emphasis) So someone reminding me that I am NOT on my A game, kind of had me all in my feelings! I’m a Leo, so the thought of being “average”, “mediocre”….oh my lawd, “BASIC”, just makes me want to go in the corner and cry…not TiffMoney…I’m not just a thoroughbred, I’m a mu-tha-fuck-ing UNICORN…so feeling like ‘Donkey of the Day’ had me motivated like hell to get my shit together!!
Now, I have personality for days, so I don’t have any problems pulling ANYBODY (finding a date)…but I will admit that I really need to get my weight under control. It’s not like I have a large stature or that I have been fat all of my life, I recently BLEW THE HELL UP. I’m talking like a 40/50 lb weight gain!!! Not to mention the fact that I’ve gained weight mostly because I’ve been boozing it up and eating any and everything that I wanted, which IS NOT HEALTHY…so you’d think that my decision to get fit and fabulous would be met with support and not a bunch of fucking reservations about WHY I want to lose weight…
I told a few buds of mine over the weekend about my decision to enlist a trainer to get this weight off of me and get it right and tight and come back better than ever…all I kept hearing was, “oh, you’re not that big.” “You should be comfortable with yourself.” “As long as you’re losing weight for the right reasons.” “You’re fine. I know people that are REALLY fat. You’re not nearly as big as them.”…I even sat through a 10 min tangent from one of my friends about my “self esteem” how I should “love myself” …SERIOUSLY! Even my trainer said…”I don’t mind training you, as long as you’re doing it for the right reason.”
So let me ask you all? What are the RIGHT reasons to lose weight? Seems like everyone is SHAMING me into STAYING FAT!!! Are you kidding me!?!!
I’m VAIN. There I said it. I AM VERY VAIN. I AM A LEO. I AM FABULOUS. YOU SHOULD ADORE ME. This is why i am losing weight. Period. Point blank. I like being the baddest bitch in the room, in MY opinion. It is what the fuck it is. Deal with it. Embrace it. And let’s not speak of it again…
…and I love myself. So much so that I’ve recognized I need to change and get healthy before there is no ME to love anymore…
What is with black people thinking that being over-weight and unhealthy AS FUCK is perfectly acceptable? Huh? My people and their slave mentalities… SMH. That’s why y’all niggas are running around with diabetes, hypertension, and high blood pressure, because you choose to stay IGNORANT. There is a whole science built around exercising and eating healthy. Look into it…EVOLVE already! Damn!…You know, I had a fat friend of mine once say “you don’t want to get too skinny.” Bitch what? What the fuck is ‘too skinny’? You mean too skinny to the point where you might actually see a fucking muscle?
*Sidenote, when dieting, cut off all communication with your fat friends. Those bitches want ‘fat’ company (misery loves company). They stay tryna sabotage your weight loss by offering you snacks and shit. I had one friend actually try to make me feel bad because I was going to the gym too much. Oh yeah? Just because YOU are too lazy to make it to the gym and don’t have enough discipline to put the cookies down and pick up a damn vegetable, doesn’t mean that I’m about to sit over here with you looking like a blob. TiffMoney ain’t got time for saboteurs. Oooo I can’t stand a friend that just won’t shut the fuck up and let you be great, especially if it means that you might wind up being GREATER than them. I don’t need those kind of friends. I’ve got moves to make, goals to accomplish. If you’re not adding to my success, then you’re slowing down my progress! Read more about those assholes HERE.
…Back to my point – Me wanting to lose weight has nothing to do with a lack of self esteem. It’s the exact opposite! If I had low self esteem, I wouldn’t be motivated enough to lose weight. I’d fade into the background and hope I’d go unnoticed…TiffMoney’s tryna shine BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND (fyi, diamonds don’t shine, they reflect light, but again, conversational emphasis…) and ain’t NOTHING wrong with that. When you look good. You FEEL good. You perform better! I have to look in the mirror and agree with myself that I am the very best me that I can be. Forget what everyone else thinks of me. To ME, I have to see a 10, even if I may be a 5 to someone else…THAT’S what gets me in a funk, knowing that I am not at MY personal best…Like seriously, who REALLY feels good knowing that they are selling themselves short?
So with that being said…I’m back on my weight loss kick! I told my trainer to train me like I’m preparing for a competition. Go hard or go home!! Half assing it gets you half-way to where you’re tryna go…and ain’t nobody got time for that!!!!!
Welp, I’m out! I’m sitting over here, salivating about what I’m going to have for lunch…my diet starts tomorrow…:-)
Till next time –