I just ate a pop tart. Microwaved it and enjoyed it. I could have went for something more healthier but I was completely blindsided when I looked at all the work I had to do today. My friend, W.Cares came to visit and it was a wrap!!
Yes, ma'am.. Yes, sir!!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Introducing... Charli
For those who don't know me, I like to follow an unpremeditated theme. On good days I choose food as a medium to explore w/ no restrictions and on bad days I just don't care. I believe that the very nature of a self professed foodie is unplanned. The amazing part of all is watching it unfold and evolve into an unpredictable, free and unknown chapter within my life. If I choose a certain type of food, then it is usually a connection between my desires, feelings and emotions that make a spontaneous outburst. FEED ME!!
I'm totally attracted to spontaneity although I'm married to Mr. Igottahavea Plan. While many may choose other resources as a means of communicating their deep desires and feelings, I chose food instead. I believe this is how "Charli" was born. What began as a means of communicating my innermost feelings a few years back, soon became my most hated but favorite friend... My inner fat girl.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Emergency exits
Ok, ok, I have an inner fat girl. I met her while vacationing in my basement. She emerged like Seymour from the movie, " little shop of horror". FEED ME!!! Something inside me broke and let's just say cellulite and my little muffin top was born.
As i sit here on this stale smelling bus, surrounded by all these people.. I have come to the conclusion that all foods good or bad need to be eaten, enjoyed, talked about and disciplined. My motto is just let it all hang out and see if it comes back to you... Lmao!!! Ok, I kidd!! But I'm sure that's what you all are thinking anyway.
Am I not alone in my weirdness? Would another weirdo please raise your hand?!?! I can't be the only one reaching for the emergency exit but falling short by the beauty of a cupcake or the burn of an iced cold Dr. Pepper (say what)
Conclusion:
I've decided to add a new addition to my blog that allows you to see my quirks called 'Confessions" They are there for you to hopefully laugh at, find that you relate to and or just nod your head and keep your comments to yourself. So here is my 1st official entry
#1 confession
My inner fattiness has a name...
So, i gave her a name since she is sensitive and doesn't like to be referred to as (whisper) fat.... Therefore, i named her Charli. I think Charli misbehaved this weekend as she scarfed down a pancake sized hash-brown, steak and egg whites, and a Red velvet Belgium waffle drizzled with a cream cheese sauce at the Terrace Cafe while visiting my dear Aunt Valeries. Whom I should say fell off the wagon too.. Oh and shout out to my Cuzzo Mo... He's the serial plate cleaner. Spotted right next to Charli getting it in.
So back to Aunt Valeries.. she introduced me to the wonderful world of a 100 calorie pack. It's a tease in a flattering package. I thought it sounded like a good suggestion but I'm not sure how Charli would cooperate with this... She would be grounded from all the other things she loves that aren't in favor of that thought.. And that makes her unhappy.
I mean this girl who lives deep inside of me eats like food is running away and will never be found again. I'm in desperate need of an emergency exit.
As i sit here on this stale smelling bus, surrounded by all these people.. I have come to the conclusion that all foods good or bad need to be eaten, enjoyed, talked about and disciplined. My motto is just let it all hang out and see if it comes back to you... Lmao!!! Ok, I kidd!! But I'm sure that's what you all are thinking anyway.
Am I not alone in my weirdness? Would another weirdo please raise your hand?!?! I can't be the only one reaching for the emergency exit but falling short by the beauty of a cupcake or the burn of an iced cold Dr. Pepper (say what)
Conclusion:
I've decided to add a new addition to my blog that allows you to see my quirks called 'Confessions" They are there for you to hopefully laugh at, find that you relate to and or just nod your head and keep your comments to yourself. So here is my 1st official entry
#1 confession
My inner fattiness has a name...
So, i gave her a name since she is sensitive and doesn't like to be referred to as (whisper) fat.... Therefore, i named her Charli. I think Charli misbehaved this weekend as she scarfed down a pancake sized hash-brown, steak and egg whites, and a Red velvet Belgium waffle drizzled with a cream cheese sauce at the Terrace Cafe while visiting my dear Aunt Valeries. Whom I should say fell off the wagon too.. Oh and shout out to my Cuzzo Mo... He's the serial plate cleaner. Spotted right next to Charli getting it in.
So back to Aunt Valeries.. she introduced me to the wonderful world of a 100 calorie pack. It's a tease in a flattering package. I thought it sounded like a good suggestion but I'm not sure how Charli would cooperate with this... She would be grounded from all the other things she loves that aren't in favor of that thought.. And that makes her unhappy.
I mean this girl who lives deep inside of me eats like food is running away and will never be found again. I'm in desperate need of an emergency exit.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Oink... Excuse me!
Stand back, mere mortals. You are about to encounter a sandwich that is not meant for the meagre constitutions of wimpy humans. This is food for giants, food for the bad, the bold, THE HUNGRY!!! This is a sandwich with so much pig on it, if Noah opened a BBQ stand on his ark, he’d still have nothing on this. We’re talking 1 Pig, 2 pig 3 pig, 4 and then more.
This pig is dressed with a spicy, crunchy Cole slaw- laced with a dipping sauce that runs down your arm with glee. Sandwiched between 2 hot buns and 3 crispy hush puppies-hard and savory on the outside with a soft cake center.
It was love at first bite... And then again at second. I must admit, even Charli couldn't conquer this beast. After 5 bites, I wiped my mouth and threw my napkin- calling a personal foul on the play. How dare the Carter brothers in Highpoint N.C. (that's the name of the restaurant) not warn me?!?
My round belly demands a recount.. Well maybe tomorrow.
This pig is dressed with a spicy, crunchy Cole slaw- laced with a dipping sauce that runs down your arm with glee. Sandwiched between 2 hot buns and 3 crispy hush puppies-hard and savory on the outside with a soft cake center.
It was love at first bite... And then again at second. I must admit, even Charli couldn't conquer this beast. After 5 bites, I wiped my mouth and threw my napkin- calling a personal foul on the play. How dare the Carter brothers in Highpoint N.C. (that's the name of the restaurant) not warn me?!?
My round belly demands a recount.. Well maybe tomorrow.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Please pass the donuts...
..so, the fashion whore in me decided to wear my brand new, 5" stilettos to work today. Feeling good about my choice, my boss comes into my office and says, "you know, they have a name for those type of shoes?" I replied, "and that is?" the next three words spit from her mouth like a bug running from a shoe..." F@ck me pumps!" she said. My confidence instantly shrunk to a midget size height as her words rang in my head. As I sat in disbelief, my mind begin to wonder... Is there some truth to the ignorance that flowed so freely from her mouth or do we as females have it all wrong when it comes to style and fashion in the work place?
In my mind, I was juggling three balls on that comment.
Ball 1: My intial reaction was to question the comment "f@ck me pumps" and ask why she would think my shoes resemble a pair of cheap, patent leather, no names- that pamela Anderson's may have thrown in her closet some where?
Ball 2: Bring some clarification to the difference between "f@ck me pumps" and that of which looked so perfect on my size 8's.
Ball 3: or expose the truth and explain how they are a prop to tonights show... Hehe!
All and all, ignorance is bliss. Fashion comes in all shapes and sizes. Should one judge a person by the style of her shoe or by the way she wears it? Sounds stupid right?!?! Just think how I felt when she said it.
In my mind, I was juggling three balls on that comment.
Ball 1: My intial reaction was to question the comment "f@ck me pumps" and ask why she would think my shoes resemble a pair of cheap, patent leather, no names- that pamela Anderson's may have thrown in her closet some where?
Ball 2: Bring some clarification to the difference between "f@ck me pumps" and that of which looked so perfect on my size 8's.
Ball 3: or expose the truth and explain how they are a prop to tonights show... Hehe!
All and all, ignorance is bliss. Fashion comes in all shapes and sizes. Should one judge a person by the style of her shoe or by the way she wears it? Sounds stupid right?!?! Just think how I felt when she said it.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Introducing...
There is something about being around intelligent, positive, ambitious, "food lovers" that just lifts my spirits. Positive energy really gets the creative juices flowing for me, I feed off of it... I love it. So here it is, I have finally decided to buckle down and start a blog. Join me as I ease on down the yellow brick road of life. My ultimate goal here is to share the rise and fall of my inner fat girl.
Who is my inner fat girl you ask? She is a cupcake loving, cosmo-clubbing, taco grubbing, bEitch. Who appears at the most opportune times. She is a self professed foodie, who is against physical activities for self improvement.
Who am I? I am Taiya. A dreamer with too much thoughts but clueless on how to convey them to the world. I am a traditional girlie girl fascinated by everything. I started this blog to chart or monitor my progress from here to there, ('there' being fame, fortune, accolades and food loving groupies I hope.... lmao) and also as a way to make myself accountable. If my progress is public, then progress I must make, right? So, you will get to know me and I will introduce you to my friends. I have alot of artistic, creative friends who are ....well.....nuts. Sometimes they make me laugh till I fall on the floor, hope you will too. I am not that funny, but I have alot of cool things going on in my life all the time. Even though I love living in Virginia, I travel a bit for work and meet lots of people.
So, follow me as I feature some of the best foods I've eaten both healthy and BAD (but good). Dib and Dab in a little exercise and have a little fun along the way.
Cheers..
Who is my inner fat girl you ask? She is a cupcake loving, cosmo-clubbing, taco grubbing, bEitch. Who appears at the most opportune times. She is a self professed foodie, who is against physical activities for self improvement.
Who am I? I am Taiya. A dreamer with too much thoughts but clueless on how to convey them to the world. I am a traditional girlie girl fascinated by everything. I started this blog to chart or monitor my progress from here to there, ('there' being fame, fortune, accolades and food loving groupies I hope.... lmao) and also as a way to make myself accountable. If my progress is public, then progress I must make, right? So, you will get to know me and I will introduce you to my friends. I have alot of artistic, creative friends who are ....well.....nuts. Sometimes they make me laugh till I fall on the floor, hope you will too. I am not that funny, but I have alot of cool things going on in my life all the time. Even though I love living in Virginia, I travel a bit for work and meet lots of people.
So, follow me as I feature some of the best foods I've eaten both healthy and BAD (but good). Dib and Dab in a little exercise and have a little fun along the way.
Cheers..
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