Douche Repellent

I realized something today. Almost everything that I am and all I have done, especially in the last 3 years, has effectively turned me into douche repellent. Keep in mind that setting up your life and your person as douche repellent may mean you’ll be single more often than not. But I’ve found that ultimately, I’d rather be single than dating a douche. So here are my examples of applying douche repellent:

  1.  My weight. Being a chubby woman has steered many a dick away from me. They’re too shallow to be a chubby chaser, so they leave me alone. While they find some slender girl to browbeat emotionally when she gains a pound. I’ve actually heard some of my guy friends say that if their wives gain weight, they’d leave her. How sh*tty is that?!  I’d rather a man fall in love with me gloriously fluffy and I possibly lose weight down the road than to lose all my weight, get a man, and then possibly settle into life and gain my weight back and he becomes turned off.
  2. My education. Now, I’m not saying that uneducated men are automatically douches. But there are those men who are intimidated by an educated woman, being that they’re chauvinistic pigs. Which sends them scurrying in the opposite direction. Though, we do have to beware of the F*ckbois that want to use us to pay their bills.
  3. My career choice. I write Erotic Romance for a living. Sex. Many a sexually selfish a$$hole will avoid me because of it. So any man that isn’t coming correct in bed is going to be hesitant to talk to me. Also, if they, their families and friends are judgy jerks, they’ll stay away. Imagine telling the fam what you do for a living at a dinner party or barbecue. Oh, the horror!
  4. My hair. As of right now, it’s buzzed super short and dyed platinum blonde. And before that, it was in a multi-colored mohawk. Both hairstyles are for confident women that really don’t give a f*ck about what people think. Also, for someone who’s not paying close attention, they may assume I’m lesbian. But I do believe that it takes just as confident of a man to date a woman with edgy hairstyles as it is to actually be the woman with the edgy style. Because you know that he’s going to get commentary from the people he knows.

So aside from building up an invisible wall against douchebags, I’m also setting myself up for the type of man I want. A man that loves me with all my curves, lumps and bumps. A man that adores the inner workings of my mind. A man that grins secretly and winks at me when we tell people what I do for a living, because he knows that I try out some of the scenes on him as research. A man that rubs my near bald head and kisses it lovingly before heading off to work.

That’s the man I want. Douches need not apply.

P.S. This method is not foolproof. Some douches in disguise can slip through your defenses. But building up your confidence as a single woman, developing an air tight Bullsh*t-O-Meter, and cutting off potentially unhealthy relationships like an episode of Chopped before you get in too deep, helps as well.

P.S.S. For my fellow curvy girls- Some men will think that just because you’re chubby that you’re desperate. They will try to get into your good graces and heart just to use you. For your car, a place to stay, money, etc. This is why it is also imperative that you build up your confidence being a curvy girl and single woman. Just remember: Extra meat does not equal desperate. It equals more to love. That’s it, that’s all.


Male Body Image


This post is going to be terribly politically incorrect, but oh well. The truth hurts.

So, I hear that men are beginning to have body image issues. And quite honestly, I don’t feel sorry for them. Now, don’t get me wrong, I never want to purposely hurt anyone. But the thing is, men have been turning their noses up at chubby women for years. And I’m not even talking about just muscle bound and physically fit men. Even overweight men, guys with ‘Dad-bods’, and any number of other imperfect men have been turning a blind eye to average or plus-sized women for years. So turnabout is fair play.

bodyimage4Women have been starving themselves, throwing up in secret, going under the knife and killing themselves at the gym, all to fit this idea of perfection that the media perpetuates and men demand. But now, with the rise of internet sensations like Brock, Lasse, Travis, etc. As well as superhero movies, where the actors kill themselves in training to get superhero bodies. Starting, I believe with Wolverine, Captain America and Thor, guys are now starting to feel the heat as women swoon over these buff bods.

uglymanprettywoman4But the things is, and why I don’t feel bad for these men struggling with their body image, is because unlike them the majority of us ladies may drool over these works of physical art, but we still have no problems dating and/or marrying the average guy, the plus-sized guy, or the scrawny guy. But men will look at a hot woman in a magazine or draped over the hood of a car in a calendar, and then expect to get a girl that looks just like the models. And I see plenty of man-DUFFs passing up fellow lady-DUFFs to head straight for the hot chick. Men with ratings of 1-6 trying to get 10s. Basically, in DUFF-denial.

So sorry guys, sympathy for you is lost on me.

***I do not own the rights to these photos. They are the property of the owner***


DivaCup Review

Men do not enter! This is not for you! Well, unless you’re a decent forward thinking guy that wants to help out the women in your life. In that case, continue reading. But it is about to get a bit graphic so that women interested can have an honest review and knowledge of this product.


Now, I’ll be the first person to tell you that I thought the idea of a menstrual cup was disgusting. I have a friend that is very all natural and organic. I say hippie, but she hates that comparison. Why? I don’t know. Anyway, she was the first person to tell me about the cup. She was also the first person that I personally knew that knew someone who died from TSS (Toxic Shock Syndrome) from a tampon. You hear about it. You get the warnings from your mom when you start using tampons. It’s written on the paper insert inside every box of tampons you open, but you just don’t think anything of it. I even saw that video of the model who lost her leg because of TSS. So it is real, but many of us don’t think we have any alternatives. Well, we do.

I decided to try the DivaCup because I was tired of buying multiple sanitary products. I have thin pads with wings for the regular and light days. I have giant overnight pads that look almost like diapers for almost every night of my period, because I will literally bleed all over everything if I don’t. I also buy regular absorbency tampons for the first day of my period and the last few days of my period. And then I have the supers for my heavy days. And let me tell you, my heavy days are heavy AF!

I also wanted to try the DivaCup because I eventually want to do some serious traveling in the future and I didn’t want to worry about packing up a bazillion products. So I thought, “What the hell, let’s give it a try.”


The DivaCup comes in two sizes Model 1 and Model 2. Model 1 is for women under 30 who haven’t had children. Model 2 is for 30 and up and who have had kids. I chose Model 2 since I am 37, but I haven’t had any kids.

I’ll tell you this, you will learn a whole hell of a LOT more about your body than you could imagine. I’m 37 and I thought I knew my hooha pretty well. NOT! I found out that I have a pretty short vagina. Not surprising since I’m only 5’1″. The DivaCup is a little long for those with shorter vaginas and can irritate the labia, especially if you’re not used to it.

It also takes a little time to figure out how to insert that sumbitch. And for the love of God, please clip down your fingernails to the skin!!!! My nails aren’t even that long and I was cutting the living sh*t outta myself! I’m gonna try my best to explain how to insert it. Fold it the best way that works for you. Start to insert it back towards your tailbone, not up. As soon as you get the rim inside of you, let it go so that it can pop open. If you push it way up there and then try to let it go, it will not suction properly to your internal walls, which will cause leakage. After it opens, then start to rotate it up until the little tail is the only thing you can feel. And try to get it WAY up there, because like I said before, it’ll irritate your labia if you don’t. So get it up there, but not so far that you can’t grab the tail.

The DivaCup has four measuring lines etched into the sides. One side measures ounces and the other side measures milliliters. So now you can actually calculate how much blood you lose in a cycle. For those that wondered, “Do I really have a heavy flow?” can now find out. I calculated mine and let me just say…HOLY SH*T!!! Average flow is 30-40ml. Women with heavy flows are around 60-80ml or more. Guess what? I’m more! Like over 100ml!!! After a while, I just stopped calculating, because I started to get depressed. And keep in mind, my flow has calmed down a bit since I got in my 30s. WTF?!?! I should be dead! No wonder my periods have always been the messiest nastiest days of my life! And no wonder why my friends didn’t seem to have the same issues as me. WHY???? Why me God!?!?!

Anyway, Day 1 of my period, I had zero leakage and I only needed to empty the cup once or twice. Though I did more because it was my first time using it. But it did not pass my overnight test. Luckily, I know my body and still wore an overnight pad. This truly saddens me. Day 2, I had to keep more of an eye out and had to empty the cup way more. But remember, that’s because I’m extremely heavy. Normal women won’t have that problem. And Day 3 was the same.

So to sum things up. I really liked the DivaCup. Once I figured out how to get it in and to get it way up there, it was a lot easier and more comfortable. You definitely don’t have to change it as much as a tampon. It holds a decent amount and you can finally track your blood loss. And it’s not nearly as disgusting as you’d think. Just remember, it’s your blood, not someone else’s. There’s nothing to be disgusted, grossed out, or skittish about. For me, it’s only downfall is the overnight leakage. And that may not be the cups fault, but my heavy flow’s doing. And it also comes with a cute little discreet pouch for when you’re not using it. All-in-all, it’s pretty freaking awesome. I give it 4 stars. And keep in mind there are other menstrual cups out there that might work better for you. I’ve read that Lunette works great for women with shorter vaginas. So I may be trying that out in the near future.

I just want ladies to know that we have more options than what has been given to us. And in the process we can help the Earth while we’re at it. Less pads and tampon applicators in landfills, the better it is for the planet. Give it a shot. It just may help your pocket book too.

I’m a D.U.F.F and F*cking Proud of It!

My dad was scrolling through the channel guide and passed by a movie that got me to thinking. I’m not even sure this term is used anymore since these kids change up their lingo quicker than I can change drawers. And yes, I do change them every day. But a few years back there was a teen movie called The DUFF.

D.U.F.F stands for ‘Designated Ugly Fat Friend’.

Now, don’t get my wrong. Never in a million years would I call myself ugly. Hell, I think I’m pretty damn cute. But I am fat. Hey, I live in the real world and I know what the majority of it would say to describe my body. So why even lie.

Anywho. Most of my life, I have been considered the ‘designated fat friend’ by guys, and to be completely honest, my friends too. They don’t have to say it for me to know it. The way they act and the things that they say, speak loud and clear. Example 1: After hiring a personal trainer back in 2005, I had a super hot friend tell me “But I don’t want you to lose weight!” I, of course, gave her a look that said, “Are you f*cking serious right now?!” She quickly backtracked and tried to *hotsplain her way out of it by saying, “Just because I don’t want you to lose your cute chubby cheeks.” Crickets. Not even close to believable or a decent excuse for the original statement. Because a decent friend would want her friend to be healthy and possibly happy (not that losing weight will miraculously make you happy). But I understand her very real fear at the thought of my weight loss…


There’s also Example 2: When my super hot friend(s) become truly baffled when super hot guys talk to me and not them. So much so that they will go out of their way to blatantly twat-swat me without batting a perfectly mascaraed eyelash.

You see, what our super hot friends know deep down and what takes years for us DUFFs to realize is, we are usually WAY more awesome and amazing than almost all of our super hot friends. Combined!

No, seriously. When you grow up being a DUFF, you:

  1. Learn how NOT to treat amazing guys that your super hot friends treat like sh*t.
  2. Spend more time beautifying your innards than your outtards (I just made that word up).
  3. Get better grades because you’re usually ignored and have plenty of time to study.
  4. Become well read.
  5. Hone your hobbies.
  6. Somehow, become absolutely hilarious (I guess we’re coming up with jokes before anyone else can).
  7. Become a phenomenal conversationalist because you have to entertain guys that are in line to try and get with your super hot friend(s). (Which I actually have a theory to this that I just came up with. These guys think your super hot friend(s) is WAY more interesting than she actually is because you’ve drawn him in with your stunning and charming wit and they somehow meld your super hot friend and you together in their mind, thinking she’s perfect)
  8. You become independent because guys are too busy helping your super hot friends change a tire to help you with yours.
  9.  You find confidence and a love of self, based solely on how you see yourself, not based on how men see you. So in turn, we are usually more confident and have more self-esteem than the super hot friend(s), who are usually waiting on being validated by men.
  10. You focus on bettering your life, in general. Which includes traveling, building up your empire, finding the meaning of life, etc.

So during learning and experiencing all these things we, in turn, become more interesting and incredible. If we suddenly lost our weight and/or jazzed up our appearance, becoming the super hot friend, heads would literally explode. Our formally super hot friends would spit nails and the guys that ignored us would flip a lid. Not that we’d even be interested in them. If they were stupid enough to ignore us when we were still the DUFF, I’d like to believe that we’re smart enough to recognize clueless and fickle men.

But we shouldn’t have to lose one single pound to be recognized for the amazing women we are. Guys, I promise you, if you take the time to get to know the DUFF instead of the super hot friend, your life may change in ways you couldn’t have ever imagined. Because, as I’ve said before, beauty fades. And when it does, that super hot girl you were dying for will have you dying of boredom as she tries to figure out a cure to fix her aging face and body. While us DUFFs will be bungee jumping off of bridges (Not me, I’m not that crazy. But I’d go zip-lining!), having philosophical discussions at a cafe in Paris, arguing about which superhero is better at Comic-Con, and learning new maneuvers to please our man in bed.

The choice is yours. Don’t say you weren’t warned.

*Hotsplain- (of a hot chick) to explain something to someone, typically a non-hot chick, in a manner regarded as condescending or patronizing.

**Disclaimer: Not all super hot friends are clueless people and not all DUFFs are amazing unicorns.

My Hair Journey…

…And Realizing that Hair Does Not Equate Femininity.

In this installment of Insightful Saturdays, I want to talk about hair. Bear with me, I have a bit to cover.


Getting ready for the hot comb

Being a female, so much of our beauty is wrapped up in our hair. And when I was a little girl, one of my first memories involving my hair was having my mom pull down a few strands of hair in the back and stretching them down my back to see how long my hair was. My ultimate goal was to have long hair.








Like most little Black girls back in the 80s, my hair was natural and my mom straightened it weekly or bi-weekly with a hot comb that was heated on the stove. In other words, sheer torture. When I was about seven-years-old, my mom finally let me get my hair relaxed. I was so happy to finally get a more “adult” and easier way to do my hair.

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Don’t make fun of my “Glamour Shots” photo

During my 22-year love affair with Creamy Crack, as relaxer is now fondly called, I tried all different types of styles, cuts, curling irons, deep wavers and crimpers, flat-irons, braids, sew-ins, glue-ins, fusion, etc. Damn near everything! I loved my relaxed hair. I had learned how to moisturize without overdoing it so that my hair swung and moved like someone with finer hair. I remember in high school, another Black girl asked me how I got my hair to swing like a white girl’s hair.

But once I turned 29, I wanted something different. A girl I worked wore her hair natural and it was glorious. It was this voluminous curly fro that framed her face to perfection. And it got me to wondering, “What does my hair look like natural?” So I decided to Transition from creamy crack to a naturalista. I was tired of paying high prices and giving up my entire Saturday to look pretty. But I found that the Transition wasn’t going to work out for me after an extra two weeks of new growth had grown in and when I tried to comb my hair it was extremely painful and hair was falling out by the handfuls. So I decided to say, “Screw it! I’m doing the big chop.” Luckily, I’ve always had a motto for my hair that I’ve lived by almost my whole life, “It’ll grow back.” So I wasn’t too nervous about buzzing it all off. But just in case, I did buy a cute little asymmetrical wig. You see, I’m short and round, and I knew that more than likely getting my hair buzzed off would make me look like a butch lesbian. I’m cool with the LGBTQ community, always have been, but that didn’t mean I wanted to look like a lesbian.

I wore that wig for about a good week before I again said, “Screw it!” I can’t do wigs. They just irritate my scalp and I always feel like a liar. I felt that way when I wore extensions as well. I’m not downing anyone who loves wigs and weave. It’s just not for me on a long-term basis. So I just let my bald head shine. I felt a bit awkward, but I knew it would grow back.

Luckily, I did cut it all off and went natural, because a few months later, I got a job teaching English in Japan. I knew there wouldn’t be anyone who could relax my hair for me or a place where I could buy relaxer and do it myself. So going natural was a Godsend.


During that time frame, I learned a lot about my hair. I learned that I absolutely LOVED it in its natural state. The tiny corkscrew curls. How soft it could be. How it framed my round face and chubby cheeks. It was pure awesomeness. Until it wasn’t.

People who say, at least initially, that going natural is cheaper than getting your hair relaxed, is a lie! Just trying to find the right products that work for your specific hair texture is a pain in the ass. And I swear no two afros are alike. In my head alone, I have about 3 or 4 different textures. I go from a 3c to a 4c all in one head. WTF?!?!


So after being completely natural for nearly two years, I chopped it off again and got a texturizer. That lasted for only so long before I wanted my fro again. So once more I grew it out. I kept it in its full glory for about 5 years, with a cute tapered cut towards the end.





imageAt one point, I was ready to call it quits once more, but then found the ‘shingling’ wash-n-go method and I was overjoyed. The twist-outs, Bantu knots, roller sets, etc were just too much. It took a whole dang day to do them and dry them and after that, the styles would only be cute for a day or two if you were lucky, unless you redid them every night. I can’t. I just can’t.



imageHair 3imageSo I rocked those rock hard corkscrew curls for a couple more years. Then I got laid off my job and I decided to give writing full-time a shot. That’s when I got creative with my hair and had more fun with it than I’d ever had in the past. With no corporate job or boss breathing down my neck, I cut my hair into a frohawk and then started dying it crazy colors. I’m proud to say that I laid that ish out! And I got more compliments on that colorful frohawk than on any style I’ve had to date.

But of course with crazy colored hair, you have to bleach it. In which, bleaching is no bueno on your hair and keeping those colors up was a lot of work, since they faded very quickly. After a year, it was time to give it up. That is when I decided I wanted to start all over and grow out a cute, short natural tapered cut.

I got all my pictures ready on Pinterest to show the barber and scheduled my appointment. When I got there and he looked at my head, he told me that in order to begin the growing out process into the tapered cut, I was gonna have to cut it super low. To which I said, “That’s cool.” Remember my motto, ‘It’ll grow back.’

When he finished that cut and turned that chair around for me to see, I fell in love with myself all over again. My round apple head looked so cute. I just looked like a mature, confident woman. Immediately I said, “Oh, I love it! I’m so keeping this for a while.” Along with wanting something new and my hair being damaged, I had been working out since the start of the year, trying to change my lifestyle. I’d recently injured my foot and ankle and working out had become almost unbearable, but I didn’t want to give up all the progress I had made. So I had been thinking about swimming instead, but didn’t know how I was going to pull it off with my bleached hair. Now being nearly bald, the problem was instantly solved.


Last Thursday marked two weeks since I buzzed my hair. I went back to the barber and he was surprised that I wanted him to cut it back low again. But these past weeks have been glorious in so many ways. First off, I swam 5 days a week for three weeks and didn’t have a care in the world. Second, every day that I woke up, I walked into the bathroom and brushed my hair and was done. One minute…tops! Maybe 5, if I add a little gel to it. Third, and the whole reason for this post, I found my femininity and it has absolutely nothing to do with hair.

It is really hard to explain, but so often we women think that in order to be womanly or feminine, we have to have long hair. That is such a lie! Try being feminine when you don’t have hair to flip, toss, or hide behind seductively. When I see women rocking short cuts or barely there hair, I think they look more fierce and more feminine than those hiding behind long locks. When you’re not hiding behind hair, all you have is your face and the way you move. And I’ve never felt more womanly, more beautiful, more confident, or more badass, quite frankly, than I do with barely a centimeter of hair.

And the best part is… A whole new world is opened to me with practically no hair. Not only can I be more feminine on my own terms, but I can go anywhere, do anything, and try everything without worrying about my dang ol’ hair. Now that’s worth its weight in gold!!!

Bodyshamers: My Body is None of Your F**king Business!

In this installment of Insightful Saturdays, I’d like to continue the discussion about our bodies and physical health.

More and more lately, people feel that they have the right to bash, insult, or give unwanted advice about someone else’s body. Particularly, women’s bodies. Social media has made it seem almost acceptable to anonymously talk smack about women that aren’t society’s idea of beautiful. Especially, overweight women.

First of all, less than 5% of women actually achieve the media’s beauty standard. So for those who are opening their mouths to speak on someone else’s body, what issues do you have? What parts of your body are flabby, boney, wonky, or “undesirable”? Hmm? Let’s not throw stones at glass houses, por favor.

Second, you have no idea what is going on in that person’s life. Maybe they just lost a loved one and the only way they coped was through food. Possibly they learned they had a medical issue and had to take medication that caused weight gain. Or what if they were 500 lbs and now they’re 300 and they’re wearing something they never would’ve been able to wear at 500 lbs. That’s an amazing accomplishment to have lost 200 lbs and here you come calling them names and being cruel, when they’re actually working hard on the very thing you’re teasing them over.

Or you know what? Maybe, just possibly, they are happy just as they are. You pretending as if you truly care about this stranger’s health, in the end still isn’t any of your concern or business. NEWSFLASH!!! MOST OVERWEIGHT PEOPLE KNOW IT CAN BE UNHEALTHY! But for whatever reason they either can’t lose the weight, don’t want to lose the weight, or aren’t ready to lose the weight. Trust me, when they are ready, they will change. And it more than likely won’t be because some douchebag called them a fatty and told them to kill themselves.

Third, just because someone is overweight, does not make them quite as unhealthy or out of shape as you may think. And just because a person is slender, does not mean they are the pinnacle of good health and fitness. In the 6th and 7th grade, I was overweight and I was on the basketball team and ran cross-country, respectively. In gym class in high school, I had just as much if not more stamina than the more slender girls in class. The size 16 model Ashley Graham went head to head with a size 2 model in a health test. Ashley beat the slender model in three out of four health tests and only scored one point lower than the slender model in the fourth test. Ashley said that she eats relatively healthy and works out regularly. While the slender model admitted to not working out at all.

A prime example of someone that is naturally slender and someone that easily gains weight is one of my best friends, who shall remain nameless, and her husband. She has always been very slender, but can put away some serious food and not the healthy kind either. Before she and her husband got together, he was at a normal weight. The weekend of their wedding a few years ago, she told me that he was self-conscious of his weight because he’d gained since being with her while she remained the same. I visited them recently and he had gotten even heavier and she was, of course, still the same. He eats what she eats. Her activities are similar to his. Her husband is literally a direct reflection of what her insides look like. Being naturally slender isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. At least my body tells me that I’m being unhealthy when I step on that scale. Without any indicators, how do you know you’ve got fat building up around your heart?

If you’re really that concerned with everyone’s health like you pretend to be when you see someone overweight, then make sure you tell your skinny friend that eats shit and sits around doing nothing the same thing that you’d tell your fat friend. Because I’m almost positive that 80% of every group of friends has that one unhealthy skinny friend and the fat friend. How many of you are bypassing the skinny friend to reprimand your fat friend?

I, myself have taken the steps to become a healthier more active person this year. And it has less to do with weight and more to do with just being healthier in general. My goal isn’t even to be skinny. It’s to get back to a size 13/14, because I personally loved the way I looked then, at a time that I didn’t appreciate it. I was healthier than some of my slender friends and though I believe women of all shapes and sizes are beautiful, I personally think a woman with meat on her bones is more attractive than not. Which is why I made this meme…


In fact, I have a Thickspiration board on Pinterest. And you wanna know which pic is most saved or repinned by guys?

This one…


That girl is thicker than a hamhock without a single bone protruding from her body. So you all can keep on bashing bigger women, but just remember…there is someone for everybody.

If you’re coming in on Chapter 37 of my story, you have no business trying to leave a review of the whole book. Go find yourself some Cliff Notes and try to get up to speed. Or just wait for the movie.

***I do not own these photos. They are the sole property of their owners.***


Listen to Your Body…It’s the Only One You Got.

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So over the last couple of years, I’ve been working out off and on. Till 2016 came and I decided to change my whole outlook on being more active. Now I’m thinking of working out like brushing my teeth. Whether you want to do it, whether you just feel like being lazy today, you still have to. Basically, working out is no longer a choice. It’s a must. And so I’ve been diligent since the first week of January.

One of the reasons I decided to make a lifestyle change is because as a writer, my life is very sedentary. And I started to notice weight gain (even more than my already chubby body needed) and other scary issues my body was using as clear warning signs. My feet and ankles started to swell to abnormal levels. Even lifting my foot to rest it on my knee as I put on socks had started to become a challenge. So not cool! I’ve been chubby most of my life, but it had rarely ever limited me to do daily tasks. Thus, these new issues truly scared me. So I decided to take a more active role in my overall health.

Not just weight loss, but health. If this was about weight loss, I would’ve given up by now because I’m finding at 37-years-old, losing weight is hard AF! Though it is coming off, just slowly.

Anyway, after only a short amount of time, I noticed the swelling in my feet and ankles was receding. After about two months, lifting my foot to my knee was back to normal. I still had major aches from working out and being older and heavier, but I figured it was okay because my father is a fitness nut and still gets aches and pains from his workouts.

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I was going really hard 5 days a week, 45 minutes a day on the elliptical and then an extra 20 minutes with strength training from January to May. It was hard, but I was proud of my hard work. What I didn’t realize was that as I was going hard, I was wearing worn out shoes and positioning my feet wrong on the elliptical. I noticed that I had a pain in my left foot and ankle, but I didn’t want to slow down or stop. I just kept going and worked out through the pain. Big mistake…HUGE!

It got to the point that I just couldn’t do it and had to take a break. This break was two weeks ago. During my break, I got an ankle brace and these arch support things that help plantar fasciitis. When I went back that Monday, armed with my added support, it helped but still hurt like a sonofabitch. So I’m taking it easy. Only going for as long as I can before my foot starts hurting and switching it up and getting on the treadmill.

Moral of the story. It’s not only important to listen to your body when it’s telling you to get up off of the couch. But you also have to listen to it when you’re working out. Whether you’re working out wrong, pushing your body too hard, and/or wearing the wrong footwear. If I would have listened to my body, I could’ve gotten new shoes and changed up the way I run on the elliptical and wouldn’t be going through the mess I’m going through now. But I will not give up, I’ve come too far and feeling too good to stop now!

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***I do not own the rights to these photos. They are the sole property of their owners.***