Ditch the Gloomies: 6 Ways to Brighten a Bad Day

So you know how you when you walk into a bathroom stall, you’re supposed to make sure the door is locked so that the next person doesn’t open said door wide as all outside to catch a full frontal of you, pants at ankles, nonchalantly seated, scrolling on your phone? Yea… it’s been that kinda day.

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5 Ways to Jumpstart Your Morning

So mornings, in general, are hard. That’s not a question, just a fact of life. Waking out of a lovely slumber to force yourself to start a new day can be difficult. But, what’s the alternative? Not waking up? Yea, I’ll take the alarm clock for 200, please.

So the question, then, is how to make this most necessary task less task-like. The internet and self-help aisle abound with hundreds of ideas and routines to get your mind and feet in total harmony come sunrise. But who has time for all of that? We’re just trying to wake up here! No need to fret, lovelees – I’ve reviewed the masses and threw in a few of my own to bring you my favorite 5 for your breakfast-skipping pleasure (wait – you probably don’t want to skip breakfast unless your doing intermittent fasting) . Hopefully you’ll find a few new ideas to ease that transition from sheet to street.

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Scale Wars… Issa Journey.

So I have been on a mission. This mission has been started and stopped many times before (like for years… don’t judge me) but this time, I feel like I’ve actually gotten my mind and body on the same page. Like, they’re friends now. And if you’ve been on this mission before, you probably know exactly what I am talking about. Continue reading “Scale Wars… Issa Journey.”

Another Lonely Autumn…

I know, sounds dreadfully depressing. But I promise you it isn’t… well not really. It kinda is, sometimes. But for the most part… let’s start over.

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When your card is declined… in Mexico

It’s one of your worst fears… you’re out to eat with a table of folks (in this case, folks I just met a few hours avo when we left the ship for this paddleboard and snorkeling excursion), and your card declines.

You nervously smile, furl your eyebrows, laugh and say “whaaaat? Run it again…” only to sideeye the Mexican tableside card machine as it tries and tries and once again glows declined. What in thee everloving pesos is going on here??

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4 NOLA must-do’s for foodies

When I think of cruises, generally ports like Miami are what come to mind. Flying to Miami, enjoying the beaches and nightlife, and then hopping on a ship. New Orleans? Not so much. So when I found out that this year I’d be cruising from the New Orleans port, I was like whaatt?? To be honest, I didn’t even realize New Orleans had a port. When I think of New Orleans, I think of Essence Music Fest, Cafe Du Monde, and Bourbon street… and not necessarily in that order. Cruises, though? Never. But what an amazing port of call, especially for foodies…

Having a blast on bourbon street

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Secrets Montego Bay – secret no more

Oh, Montego Bay, how do I love thee…

First of all, let me say I’ve been to Jamaica several times before but this visit was pretty top shelf. Not only did I wake up to the beautiful water and clear skies of the port in Montego Bay out my balcony door,

we had arranged a lovely excursion to Secrets Montego Bay only about a five minute drive by motor coach. (Sidebar – I usually don’t purchase excursions from the ship, but this one proved to worth it’s weight in jerk chicken.)

We were to meet at the dock by 9:30am to be whisked away to Secrets Montego Bay all-inclusive, adults-only resort. Two of my favorite hyphenated words, mind you… Anyway, after a quick intro from our tour guide and a painless air-conditioned ride thru the scenic Montego streets, we arrived at the tree-lined oasis.

I had already read online that the resort consisted of two sister properties, Secrets Wild Orchard and Secrets St. James, but I wasn’t sure as cruise guests if we would have the run of both – we did. From what I could tell, they were equally beautiful and while the beaches weren’t as long as expansive as say the well-known 7 Mile Beach in Grand Cayman, it was plenty enough for us.

Before heading to the oceanfront, shaded beach loungers, we stopped at their World Cafe restaurant for a buffet style breakfast complete with friendly waitstaff and never-ending mimosas. The omelets were delicious, the festival were crunchy, and the escovite fish with veggies was amazing – an absolute must-do if you visit the resort.

With a quick pass by the circle bar (you should always greet your local bartenders with a smile!), we had feet in the sand in no time.

A few highlights from the day? The jerk chicken cart man! We were told ahead of time that around noon, the cart man would roll through the resort waffling his jerky goodness and we stayed on the lookout. He did not disappoint.

And not to be outdone was Dywane, the chocolate-y, heavy-handed, server/bartender I met as I was strolling the resort checking out the amenities. He later found us at our lounger and kept the glasses coming. The Bob Marley and the 7 Liquor “Butt” Kicker were of special note… though I would definitely suggest the buddy system getting back to the ship!

But seriously, if you’re looking for a new travel destination – definitely consider Montego Bay in you travel list! I’m sure you’ll make memories for a lifetime.

Have you ever been to Jamaica? What was your favorite spot? I’d love to hear about it! See you stateside…

xoxo,
Lalovelee

Been a minute…..

… yea, I know. But see, what had happened was….

LIFE! haha

Life has had me crazy busy. Good! But, crazy. I have been busy in my ministry, planning an upcoming trip to Greece (yaaasss!! y’all know I love to travel), writing like crazy to finish up a piece for an upcoming spoken word show in Philly, spending some necessary quality time with family and friends, and I’ve simplified and downsized. Sold most of my earthly belongings (read: furniture, clothes, bags, shoes, you know – the good stuff lol) and moved from my oh-so-cute apartment to a cute little bedroom in a girlfriend’s town home. So it’s three of us chicas, living it up Living Single style and I’m actually quite happy. I still have far too many boxes and bags to unpack, but I’ve put together my new bed and my dressers have arrived. I know what you’re thinking – she sold all of her furniture and then bought new stuff for her room? Well, originally my plans were different but things changed so you roll with the punches, right? So, like I said… my new dressers have arrived and now to empty these bags and boxes and set up my new spot. Aside from being tired, I’m pretty excited.

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But what I was writing about was to tell you how my workouts are going! Well… pretty darn good. Not excellent – meaning I still could be better with my consistency. But, I’m down 11 lbs and my strength and stamina is on the rise. I’m adding my video from this mornings’ session below – today was a fight. But the “never miss a Monday” mantra is one I like to follow so to the gym I went…

 

I’ve promised to do better with my blog in the past… and failed. But… here I am, like my workouts, trying to be more consistent. I shan’t give up. (I’m surprise shan’t is a word – I wasn’t sure). But aannyyyhooo…. hope everyone has an amazing Monday! I’m trying my best to do the same ūüôā

 

xoxo,
La.

Cause it’s Monday…

Blah, blah, blah… it’s done.

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As I lay on my living room floor, sweaty, tired, bloated from too much sodium during my weekend of “I obviously forgot I’m in training “… I barely eek out this post to encourage someone to get up – no for real, get up- and do it.

I don’t know what it is but whatever it may be, get it done. Go to that gym, make that call, offer that apology, climb that mountain… whatever. If I  had to slink myself into spandex and lycra to swing a 40lb kettle bell 50 times, then you too have to do that thing.

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OK, I think that’s all for now. I have to crawl to the shower….

La.

PS- don’t forget to go do the thing…now.

On the way to the gym….

So I was scared. Or maybe like anxious, a bit more than nervous, definitely uneasy. I had shadowed Patrice for the past two months as an internship was the last step to finally complete the qualifications for my Personal Trainer certification. So I knew her. I knew her workouts. Shoot, I helped teach and coach her workouts. But I wasn’t a client. At least not yet. Not until now. Now, I would be on the receiving end of those “keep going, butt down, c’mon don’t stop, work, work!” So yea, I’m not gonna lie. I was scared. Or, maybe like anxious. A bit more than nervous, definitely uneasy.

I’ve had trainers before. More than a few. Ones I remember more interested in taking me out than working me out, one that pushed me so hard I threw up in the locker room and could barely walk for two days, one that made me feel like I was wasting my time and my money… just never a great fit. And although I knew Patrice was an excellent trainer, I’d put her more in the “throwing up in the locker room” category (sorry, P!). She was tough. And even though I work hard and am very dedicated, I have weak forearms and weigh 240lbs. I have hips, curves, tummy, and booty and although I can style and clothe this body of mine like nobody’s business, fashion doesn’t exactly equal success in the gym. In the gym, every roll, jiggle, and bounce would work against my jumps, sprints, and lifts. And I thought about all of that on my way to the gym.

But on the way I continued. Taking my fear and stuffing it into my gym bag, I stepped up in there like I was born to sweat (knowing good and well I tossed and turned the entire night before).

And Patrice kicked my tail.

No, for real. It was brutal. Pound for pound, she made a big girl work. Jumps, squats, dumbbells, running, it was not a game. And like I said – I’m not new to working out! But this was a bit different. Not harsh, or mean,¬† but tough. Really tough.¬† I thought I was prepared¬† but the truth is when you’re¬† you’re never¬†really prepared. Never¬†really¬†ready. You just have to decide you want to be better, and go forth in that direction. One foot in front of the other, come what may. Once you make that decision, that no matter what happens, you will conquer this task, climb that mountain, whatever is it is – then you move. You jump. You squat. You climb. You cry. You run. But you move. And move is what I did. For that hour and 18 minutes, yes I counted, I moved. And it was hard, and it was grueling, but I did it. Then the day after that, I did it again. And then a few days later, I was back again. And that was almost three weeks ago. Yea… I’m kinda proud.

 

 

 

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