Monday, August 4, 2008

Party Weekend-w/ Food

This weekend I went to a cookout. I ate one grilled burger with Swiss cheese, lettuce and spicy mustard on a white bun (wheat was not an option). I complemented that burger with a hand or so full of green and red grapes, and a lovely feta cheese, black olive, green pepper, and some other shit couldn't identify, pine pasta salad. It was delicious! I sipped on Fresca and a glass of red wine. For desert, I ate a home made blueberry muffin. Oh yes, I also had a chicken (all white meat) & zucchini kabob, marinated in oriental sesame. I thought I did good.
Later that night I went out dancing. I danced for 2 hours straight!... without stopping! I was sweating like a suckling pig, but I was burning calories! My feet hurt like hell, but I was burning calories! I was 1 of 4 people of color in whole damn club, but i was burning calories!
All and all, I did great Saturday, so I thought... One glass of white wine, party over.
My energy was up and i didn't want the "party" to end. I drive home. But instead of going home, I go to a friend's house at 2:30 a.m. He was up winding down from his own "party". So what does that mean? The Munchies! He cooked, no I mean he fried a mean ass gigantic cheese burger on white butter fried toast and a side of macaroni and cheese! With Grape Cool-Aid!!! I ate it! I drunk it! I ate it all (not really, only 3/4 of the burger, but it was a huge burger) not only did I eat the plate he made me, I added a serving of that delicious pasta salad from the cookout that I had brought home with me. It was good.
In essence, I flub up that "since able eating" I had done at the cook out. If you say "no, it's ok, it was only one night", I'm here to tell you I really screwed up... That Sunday I was a a bum all day due to the "partying" till 7 a.m. I sleep all day. Woke up to eat then went back to bed. What did I eat? 5 beef taquitos, 4 chicken & cheese taquitos, and a massive plate of potato salad.
I'm a little ashamed.

-Splenda Sweet

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Getting Started

OK, I have never "blog" a day in my life. And let me tell you, getting started is the hardest part! So like Sugar Brown said we are in this wight loss bet together. We are two very sexy ladies who where once super sexy. We want to be "super" again.

With that said, who can give me any ideas to kick my friend's a$$ in this challenge? I'm 5 feet 1 inch tall and over 250lbs. I'm not rich, so I need the poor persons workout plan and diet. Diet!... I have never, ever been on a diet! - I think I'm going to die. I love potatoes, rice, and bread... carbs. Yes, I'm going to die.

I have no problem eating "healthy", but eating healthy is expensive and time consuming. Money & time, two things I don't have in abundance. I'm not going to say that I don't know what to do to loose wight- I just don't know how to do it. I had a membership st a local gym for three years but never used it. I no longer have that membership due to MONEY!!!! Have i said I'm going to die yet? Once again ask for your help and ideas.


-Splenda Sweet

Saturday, July 19, 2008

First Post







this is not a blog about hiphop. the "Wu Tang" reference is a personal joke... an inside joke between me and a few people. but it captures what this is about.


regaining my life. starting over.
WEIGHT LOSS.


the saga continues.

so here's the setup: my good friend of 12 years now (damn.. 12 fuggin years?!) and i have a wager going. we have 90 days to lose as much weight as possible. the person who loses more weight, in excess of 30lb, wins. the wager is a respectable $300. so each of us puts $300 in the pot.

we are both obese (i moreso than she), so losing 30lb seemed like a realistic goal in 3 months, yes?
we also decided not to include anyone else in the wager. BUT, we both decided to start blogs for our endeavor. so every day... or however often we both agree on (i'll be calling her in a few hours), we blog about our day, what we ate... it's kinda like a bloggersation: a conversation between two blogs.

so there ya have it. this should be fun. or at least, mildly lucrative. because oh yes, i WILL be kickin that ass in the next 90 days.