Haute in the City

Bismillah…

I have but one New Years resolution…To get over myself.  To stop getting in my own way.  My mind is a labyrinth sometimes.  I think about stuff entirely to much and often times create non-existent scenarios that cause me more pain than reality ever would.  I murder the joy attached to what spontaneity brings so much so that I can be deemed a serial killer. So, as I think…write and edit…this resolution takes many forms that all boil down to the same thing.  Get over myself (i.e. stop standing in my own way…)

Now, like I said, it takes many forms…but today we gonna talk about one.  I wanna lose weight. It’s difficult for for a couple of reasons.  One, I love food…sugar….bread…beer…pasta. Pretty much any and everything you’re either not supposed to eat or partake of in moderation.  Though, I don’t drink alcoholic beverages often…except that one week long time in Cancun…I do like a nice lil’ O-Doul’s or five.  As we all know beer (alcoholic or non) equals a lot of stupid unnecessary calories that would be better gotten eating a gyro cheeseburger. But, anyways … yeah…big fan of food…except for pork (per religion) and beer nuts…which are absolutely horrific…

The other reason, is because I absolutely LOVE my shape and so does my mayn. I tipped a lil’ thicker than normal in 2015, but I still am pleased with my body. Annoyed that GGG bras cost a car note…but, pleased none the less…

Seriously, sometimes I look in the mirror and be like, I would hit that…but my blood pressure is high…like dangerously high.  I don’t want to take medication, so the only thing I can do to get it under control is to lose weight and according to Ms Laura get a colonic cleanse (which I also intend to do).  So, Wendy (my other personality) and I have decided that we going in this year.  It’s about health…mentally, physically, morally, and financially. Again, this was so the goal last year…but, whatever…Happy New Year bish…

I worked out this morning….this year is no different from the previous…I start off by walking on the treadmill.  Weight loss setting…check. Head phones…check.  Let’s go!!!!!!!  At around 2 minutes I think I done did the damn thing…um, not so much…28 fucking minutes left.  Like really? I’m sweating profusely…pulse racing…legs hurting…the treadmill on like 2.o…this shit ain’t worth it!

Now it is at this precise moment that I can go sit down and eat like all ten of those Trader Joe’s fruit leathers…or I can keep going.  Cuz, you know, I hate to lie to myself and high blood pressure can kill you.  So, today, I keep going and doing so gives me the name to this blog and another blog post  for another day entitled Listen to Billy F’n Idol.  So, this song helped me through my work out today…for the record I know that Haute is not pronounced hot…but today iunno care…cuz it’s my theme song)

So, Billy might not be what gets you to the full 30 minutes…and tomorrow he might not get me there…the point is today Ima do what I need to do to get to the best me.  Today.  I’ll worry about tomorrow, January 2nd, tomorrow.  The best me needs to weigh about 50 pounds less…of course this will create a completely different monster (see the blog on Hottie Muslim…) but, I’ll cross that bridge when we get there… The one thing I know for certain…the only thing standing between me and that nude beach… I mean that that healthy weight… is me.  I accept it and intend to conquer her…or eat a pizza…one of the two…