I found out last week Monday that I’m pregnant and my Ob said I have fibroid – which I rejected with immediate alacrity. My life has literally changed since that revelation. I went to my Ob. to complain that I was having really painful cramps as my period was due anytime soon. The overzealous nurses I met at the reception sent me to the laboratory for a blood test that I might just be pregnant, I was slightly irritated, what has painful cramps got to do with pregnancy.
I did the test and waited for my Ob to see me. Immediately, he came in, I was told I was going to have a scan – I was perturbed at this point. For goodness sakes, I’m not pregnant! I just need painkillers.
I was told to drink loads of water and was ushered into the room. I took off my shoes and laid on the bed. A nurse folded my top while my Ob squeezed some jelly like liquid on my tummy. He began to roll the “mouse/joystick” over my tummy while glancing at the computer and my tummy. Eventually he pointed at a visible structure and he said, that is a fibroid and pointed at something very tiny and said -
Ob: that’s it.
Me: (In shock) what?
Ob: your baby.
Me: How can you tell the difference?
Ob: The shape is different.
I dressed up and went to his office. He asked me how I knew I was pregnant because it was too early to tell. I told him I didn’t know, I came for something else entirely – painly cramps. He smiled and told me to pick up my drugs – folic acid from the pharmacists on my way out. He also said I’m not allowed to take any drugs and I should be back in two weeks for a follow up.
Well, since I found out I’m pregnant; I’ve been juggling between one illness or the other. I’m either weak, or feeling feverish or having cramps or no appetite. I’ve been down. I missed work like twice last week.
Right now, I just want to be well because I don’t feel well at all. I know a lot of women experience different things in the first trimester and right now, I’m no exception.
Confession: Whose report will I believe, I shall believe the report of the Lord
Monday, July 19, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
My Story.
I’ve always looked forward to sharing my story on my blog. I’ve shared bits and pieces of it with people when they need to be motivated but not the full story because I never even know where to start from. After watching Khadija on Oprah and reading her story, I thought it was high time I wrote something because I could identify with some aspects of her life.
I come from a financially unstable rich-poor family. I attended the best of schools in Nigeria, Vivian Fowler, Atlantic Hall and a private university. I’ve travelled first class on summer holidays to Europe and the Middle East. I’ve drank Garri and sold pure water to keep body and soul together. I’ve cried myself to bed because I was hungry and didn’t have food to eat. I’ve lost a lot of friends because I couldn’t keep up or just didn’t fit into their “class” anymore. I’ve missed school loads of times because my dad couldn’t afford to pay my school fees.
But in all I didn’t give up. I knew I wanted to be a great person; I’M A DREAMER and was not willing to trade that for anything in the world.
I never saw myself as an exceptional student. I went through school like everyone striving to do well in class. I was never an A student but I managed between a B and C sometimes maybe a D or E. When I was in junior school, the school principal gave a few of us letters inviting our parents for a meeting. My dad went with me and the principal informed us that I was behind in my academics and they were not sure if they would allow me write the junior secondary exams because my chances of passing were slim (till today I really don’t know how they came to that conclusion). My dad was upset and after discussions with my mum, my parents agreed to change my school.
I began to do well in my new school and I even came second once. I remember I liked to go to the library a lot. I liked to look at all the books and read a few. I just knew I wanted to make it in life.
I graduated high school with the usual B’s and C’s but I didn’t get into University because I couldn’t pass JAMB exam. After struggling unsuccessfully to get into Uni for 2 years, I applied to two of the private universities in Nigeria and I was given admission into the two schools.
I entered Uni and I found out that people I went to high school with were either in their junior and senior years while I was still a freshman (my uni runs the American system). I tried to still be friends with a few of them but a lot had changed. So, I settled for my fellow freshmen but for some reason I don’t know, I couldn’t make friends easily, so, I made my books my friends.
My first semester results were just average. My second semester result was a whopping 4.80 out of a 5.00 GPA. This result was a wakeup call for me. I was not as stupid and dumb like some of my high school teachers had told me.
So at the beginning of every semester, I’d write out the grades I wanted to get on my course form for the fun of it. In my third year, I was looking through my documents and I discovered that I always got exactly what I wrote down only in one or two cases I had a B when I wrote an A and that was when the verse-write the vision, and make it plain on tables, that he may run that reads it, became real to me.
I began to trust God for wisdom. I read the book of proverbs from beginning to the end. God gave me wisdom. I was wise and did a lot of things that ordinarily on my own I couldn’t have done. Some people disliked me because they felt I was wicked when I said I didn’t know things but the truth was I didn’t know these things but somehow I always came out top in my class. I always had a positive attitude and never dwelt on the challenge before me.
To cut my long story short, I graduated with a first class honours and also as the best graduating student in the School of Law...
I still ask myself how I did it.
For the Lord God is my helper; I will not be put to shame: so I have made my face like a rock, and I am certain that he will give me my right. Isaiah 50:7
I come from a financially unstable rich-poor family. I attended the best of schools in Nigeria, Vivian Fowler, Atlantic Hall and a private university. I’ve travelled first class on summer holidays to Europe and the Middle East. I’ve drank Garri and sold pure water to keep body and soul together. I’ve cried myself to bed because I was hungry and didn’t have food to eat. I’ve lost a lot of friends because I couldn’t keep up or just didn’t fit into their “class” anymore. I’ve missed school loads of times because my dad couldn’t afford to pay my school fees.
But in all I didn’t give up. I knew I wanted to be a great person; I’M A DREAMER and was not willing to trade that for anything in the world.
I never saw myself as an exceptional student. I went through school like everyone striving to do well in class. I was never an A student but I managed between a B and C sometimes maybe a D or E. When I was in junior school, the school principal gave a few of us letters inviting our parents for a meeting. My dad went with me and the principal informed us that I was behind in my academics and they were not sure if they would allow me write the junior secondary exams because my chances of passing were slim (till today I really don’t know how they came to that conclusion). My dad was upset and after discussions with my mum, my parents agreed to change my school.
I began to do well in my new school and I even came second once. I remember I liked to go to the library a lot. I liked to look at all the books and read a few. I just knew I wanted to make it in life.
I graduated high school with the usual B’s and C’s but I didn’t get into University because I couldn’t pass JAMB exam. After struggling unsuccessfully to get into Uni for 2 years, I applied to two of the private universities in Nigeria and I was given admission into the two schools.
I entered Uni and I found out that people I went to high school with were either in their junior and senior years while I was still a freshman (my uni runs the American system). I tried to still be friends with a few of them but a lot had changed. So, I settled for my fellow freshmen but for some reason I don’t know, I couldn’t make friends easily, so, I made my books my friends.
My first semester results were just average. My second semester result was a whopping 4.80 out of a 5.00 GPA. This result was a wakeup call for me. I was not as stupid and dumb like some of my high school teachers had told me.
So at the beginning of every semester, I’d write out the grades I wanted to get on my course form for the fun of it. In my third year, I was looking through my documents and I discovered that I always got exactly what I wrote down only in one or two cases I had a B when I wrote an A and that was when the verse-write the vision, and make it plain on tables, that he may run that reads it, became real to me.
I began to trust God for wisdom. I read the book of proverbs from beginning to the end. God gave me wisdom. I was wise and did a lot of things that ordinarily on my own I couldn’t have done. Some people disliked me because they felt I was wicked when I said I didn’t know things but the truth was I didn’t know these things but somehow I always came out top in my class. I always had a positive attitude and never dwelt on the challenge before me.
To cut my long story short, I graduated with a first class honours and also as the best graduating student in the School of Law...
I still ask myself how I did it.
For the Lord God is my helper; I will not be put to shame: so I have made my face like a rock, and I am certain that he will give me my right. Isaiah 50:7
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Money simply does it!
Yesterday hubby and I went to the UK visa application centre, in preparation for our holiday later in the year. I didn’t know how to take permission from work, I didn’t want to lie about where I was going and I didn’t want anyone in the office to know my family plans.
So I decided to squeeze out of the office during my lunch hour which could extend a lit bit over an hour.
Hubby picked me up from the office and we headed for the Island. All the while hubby thought the application centre was still at V. I. until I told him they had relocated to Lekki. Suddenly, I asked hubby for the investment document which was to show how much we had saved up for this trip, only for hubby to tell me he forgot to get it from the bank. I was completely weak. So I said to him there’s no point applying for a visa without such a vital document.
So we agreed to turn around and drive to the bank in Apapa, to pick up the document. All the while I was already fidgeting; I didn’t want to be late for work.
We made it to the application centre in 30 minutes after the merry go round. You trust all application centres, there was a ridiculously long queue, we were giving a tag – number 155. I just smiled and thought to myself I’m in hot oil today!
We met a uniformed security guard at the entrance and he asked us if we were VIP’s we said No. We told him we wanted to get things done quickly and he said we had to pay N10,000 each for VIP. I quickly whispered to hubby that he should pay. The guard went on to say we could pay 5,000 and they will smuggle us to the front on the regular queue. Hubby and I agreed (I was just thinking of how to get back to work).
So we got in to the waiting room where documents were been checked and sat down. Another security guy was in charge here, he was calling numbers. When we got in, he was on number 113. Apparently, the first security guard had already signalled to him about us. Like thirty minutes later, he called us up to have our documents checked, at this time he was on number 117, remember we were number 155.
We had our documents checked and proceeded to pay, immediately we got there the security guard took us to the next available cashier (I guess he had been signalled to as well). We were done with payments in 5mins.
Before, we headed upstairs for submission and biometrics, the security guard asked hubby to go to the toilet and he’d meet him there. I left them and went upstairs.
Hubby met me upstairs. The people in the waiting room here were not many but as we were in a hurry, hubby spoke to the security guy and before we knew it we next.
Finally, biometrics, this was pretty easy because no one was before us. Another security guy came to us and acted like he wanted to brief us. This was how the conversation went.
Guard: The guy say you go settle am, say make u give me (the guard held our file and acted like he was showing us what to do)
Hubby and I: Ok ( while nodding our heads in comprehension)
Guard: You go do like say you wan drink water from the machine, then u go throw the money inside the dustbin with the cup.
Hubby and I: Ok
Well, I went in immediately for my biometrics, so I don’t really know how hubby settled the guy.
Eventually, I was out of there in an hour and back at my desk ten minutes later.
Long and short of the story, you can get your way with money. How sad!
... but money answers all things. Ecclesiastes 10:19 (American King James Version)
So I decided to squeeze out of the office during my lunch hour which could extend a lit bit over an hour.
Hubby picked me up from the office and we headed for the Island. All the while hubby thought the application centre was still at V. I. until I told him they had relocated to Lekki. Suddenly, I asked hubby for the investment document which was to show how much we had saved up for this trip, only for hubby to tell me he forgot to get it from the bank. I was completely weak. So I said to him there’s no point applying for a visa without such a vital document.
So we agreed to turn around and drive to the bank in Apapa, to pick up the document. All the while I was already fidgeting; I didn’t want to be late for work.
We made it to the application centre in 30 minutes after the merry go round. You trust all application centres, there was a ridiculously long queue, we were giving a tag – number 155. I just smiled and thought to myself I’m in hot oil today!
We met a uniformed security guard at the entrance and he asked us if we were VIP’s we said No. We told him we wanted to get things done quickly and he said we had to pay N10,000 each for VIP. I quickly whispered to hubby that he should pay. The guard went on to say we could pay 5,000 and they will smuggle us to the front on the regular queue. Hubby and I agreed (I was just thinking of how to get back to work).
So we got in to the waiting room where documents were been checked and sat down. Another security guy was in charge here, he was calling numbers. When we got in, he was on number 113. Apparently, the first security guard had already signalled to him about us. Like thirty minutes later, he called us up to have our documents checked, at this time he was on number 117, remember we were number 155.
We had our documents checked and proceeded to pay, immediately we got there the security guard took us to the next available cashier (I guess he had been signalled to as well). We were done with payments in 5mins.
Before, we headed upstairs for submission and biometrics, the security guard asked hubby to go to the toilet and he’d meet him there. I left them and went upstairs.
Hubby met me upstairs. The people in the waiting room here were not many but as we were in a hurry, hubby spoke to the security guy and before we knew it we next.
Finally, biometrics, this was pretty easy because no one was before us. Another security guy came to us and acted like he wanted to brief us. This was how the conversation went.
Guard: The guy say you go settle am, say make u give me (the guard held our file and acted like he was showing us what to do)
Hubby and I: Ok ( while nodding our heads in comprehension)
Guard: You go do like say you wan drink water from the machine, then u go throw the money inside the dustbin with the cup.
Hubby and I: Ok
Well, I went in immediately for my biometrics, so I don’t really know how hubby settled the guy.
Eventually, I was out of there in an hour and back at my desk ten minutes later.
Long and short of the story, you can get your way with money. How sad!
... but money answers all things. Ecclesiastes 10:19 (American King James Version)
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Football Obsession
Hubby loves WORSHIPS football. I didn’t know his love for football was overwhelming and a bit annoying until I got married to him. I've tried as much as possible to respect his desire and stay out of his way whenever there’s a match.
I even decided to get interested in football especially when hubby raised it in marriage counselling. I began to watch out for his club, match results and chat with him about the matches, coaches and even players.
Prior to the world cup hubby sent me a memo that is been circulated widely, about how I have to keep myself in the know of upcoming matches and stay out his way during a match. I even replied him saying “Noted”.
Hubby began to prepare for the world cup in earnest and I made a mental note to be careful so as not to get into any arguement with hubby. He chased the t.v. connection guy so he could fix a t.v. antenna in the guest room there while I had the t.v’s in the living room and the bed room to myself. Hubby insisted that he didn’t want me to disturb him whenever a match was going on.
However, I’m so so PISSED this morning. Yesterday when hubby got back from work, he told me he was going to take the t.v in the guest room to work, so he could watch the match between Nigeria and Greece the following day. And I replied saying “you’re kidding, right?” and he went on to tell me he was serious and how a colleague said he should bring the t.v. as well. I then told him that I’m sure your colleague has a t.v. at home, he should take his own t.v. to the office instead of you. I said it was absurd, I’d never heard of someone taking the t.v. to work because of football. I noticed hubby was getting angry so I said he should do whatever he likes but I did’t want to say anything about it again. The last thing you want is for hubby to get angry coz he acts like an inconsolable baby- I hope he never sees this (Hubby has a loud voice which you can easily mistake for shouting and he gesticulates a lot).
I served him his dinner and went to bed because I was very tired.
This morning we got into the car and hubby mumbled the morning prayers, I struggled to say Amen because I could hardly hear him. He looked gloomy and I asked him what the matter was. He said he was angry that he was not going to watch Nigeria play and he went on to say I didn’t allow him take the t.v. to work. I was like what the hell? I quickly said, "we ‘re still on the street let’s go back and get the t.v." I was very furious and I pleaded with him to turn the car around, so he could get the t.v. and he said NO.
He started ranting, hubby said he had told me he loved football before we got married bla bla bla.
I almost died of embarrassment when I saw a guy staring at hubby and I in traffic (Hubby was still ranting, and I was just looking out of the window).
All these while, I was short of words, very confused and silently blaming myself for saying a word when he said he was taking the t.v. to work. I thought hubby was been so childish, unfair, and getting angry at the wrong person. As far as I’m concerned, he should be mad at FIFA for putting the match at 3:00 p.m. What if we didn't have a t.v.?
I kept quiet all through the ride to work. My head was beginning to ache terribly, still is aching. A few minutes later, hubby called me at work to tell me today is his dad’s birthday.
To my amazement, I’ve noticed that there’s an unusually coincidence that occurs when hubby and I have a disagreement. Hubby and I always happen to have a major disagreement whenever his family members are celebrating one thing or the other and I'm always so angry that the last thing I want to do is talk to anyone but instead I’m forced to smile and act like everything's ok. However, I don’t know how good I’ve been able to hide that.
Now I have to call dad to wish him a happy birthday and also very curious to see how hubby and I will end this.
A time for war, and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:8)
I even decided to get interested in football especially when hubby raised it in marriage counselling. I began to watch out for his club, match results and chat with him about the matches, coaches and even players.
Prior to the world cup hubby sent me a memo that is been circulated widely, about how I have to keep myself in the know of upcoming matches and stay out his way during a match. I even replied him saying “Noted”.
Hubby began to prepare for the world cup in earnest and I made a mental note to be careful so as not to get into any arguement with hubby. He chased the t.v. connection guy so he could fix a t.v. antenna in the guest room there while I had the t.v’s in the living room and the bed room to myself. Hubby insisted that he didn’t want me to disturb him whenever a match was going on.
However, I’m so so PISSED this morning. Yesterday when hubby got back from work, he told me he was going to take the t.v in the guest room to work, so he could watch the match between Nigeria and Greece the following day. And I replied saying “you’re kidding, right?” and he went on to tell me he was serious and how a colleague said he should bring the t.v. as well. I then told him that I’m sure your colleague has a t.v. at home, he should take his own t.v. to the office instead of you. I said it was absurd, I’d never heard of someone taking the t.v. to work because of football. I noticed hubby was getting angry so I said he should do whatever he likes but I did’t want to say anything about it again. The last thing you want is for hubby to get angry coz he acts like an inconsolable baby- I hope he never sees this (Hubby has a loud voice which you can easily mistake for shouting and he gesticulates a lot).
I served him his dinner and went to bed because I was very tired.
This morning we got into the car and hubby mumbled the morning prayers, I struggled to say Amen because I could hardly hear him. He looked gloomy and I asked him what the matter was. He said he was angry that he was not going to watch Nigeria play and he went on to say I didn’t allow him take the t.v. to work. I was like what the hell? I quickly said, "we ‘re still on the street let’s go back and get the t.v." I was very furious and I pleaded with him to turn the car around, so he could get the t.v. and he said NO.
He started ranting, hubby said he had told me he loved football before we got married bla bla bla.
I almost died of embarrassment when I saw a guy staring at hubby and I in traffic (Hubby was still ranting, and I was just looking out of the window).
All these while, I was short of words, very confused and silently blaming myself for saying a word when he said he was taking the t.v. to work. I thought hubby was been so childish, unfair, and getting angry at the wrong person. As far as I’m concerned, he should be mad at FIFA for putting the match at 3:00 p.m. What if we didn't have a t.v.?
I kept quiet all through the ride to work. My head was beginning to ache terribly, still is aching. A few minutes later, hubby called me at work to tell me today is his dad’s birthday.
To my amazement, I’ve noticed that there’s an unusually coincidence that occurs when hubby and I have a disagreement. Hubby and I always happen to have a major disagreement whenever his family members are celebrating one thing or the other and I'm always so angry that the last thing I want to do is talk to anyone but instead I’m forced to smile and act like everything's ok. However, I don’t know how good I’ve been able to hide that.
Now I have to call dad to wish him a happy birthday and also very curious to see how hubby and I will end this.
A time for war, and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:8)
Monday, June 14, 2010
Traditional boyfriend
My good friend “B” called me on Saturday and asked me how long it took me before I started doing hubby's chores when we were dating and I replied her saying, I didn't start doing things for him until when I was sure the relationship was leading somewhere but I was quick to also mention that hubby didn't allow me do stuffs for him. He always said it was not my duty until I was married, so the things I did were because I just wanted to do them.
B told me how she and her boyfriend were having arguments because he expected her to do his dishes, cook and other stuffs for him.
I told her it was good she and her boo were having this discussion (actually it was an argument but then you have to choose your words carefully) because these are the kind of issues that cause major disagreements in marriage.
I went on to tell her that some men are very traditional and some ladies too don't mind slaving (pardon my word) for them. As a girlfriend, you should know what your boo likes and ask yourself if you can live with it in marriage, if not save your head now and vice versa. I encouraged her to talk about it some more with her boo.
By the way, my friend has lived in the States for a long while, so the way she thinks will or might be slightly different. I guess?
Thinking about it again, some men are just silly. I don't see why another person should clean your mess for you. You eat, and then you clean up after yourself. God didn't only give you hands to aid walking and play video games but to take care of yourselves by washing, farming aka getting a job. etc. A woman is a helpmate.
I’m not saying women shouldn’t do these things but it’s not cast in stone whose responsibility it is, so why can’t you do your things yourself or share the chores with your wife when you’re married.
Personally, I don't suffer male chauvinist gladly. I consider it laziness or wickedness of the highest order.
The LORD God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him." Geneisis 2:18 (NIV)
B told me how she and her boyfriend were having arguments because he expected her to do his dishes, cook and other stuffs for him.
I told her it was good she and her boo were having this discussion (actually it was an argument but then you have to choose your words carefully) because these are the kind of issues that cause major disagreements in marriage.
I went on to tell her that some men are very traditional and some ladies too don't mind slaving (pardon my word) for them. As a girlfriend, you should know what your boo likes and ask yourself if you can live with it in marriage, if not save your head now and vice versa. I encouraged her to talk about it some more with her boo.
By the way, my friend has lived in the States for a long while, so the way she thinks will or might be slightly different. I guess?
Thinking about it again, some men are just silly. I don't see why another person should clean your mess for you. You eat, and then you clean up after yourself. God didn't only give you hands to aid walking and play video games but to take care of yourselves by washing, farming aka getting a job. etc. A woman is a helpmate.
I’m not saying women shouldn’t do these things but it’s not cast in stone whose responsibility it is, so why can’t you do your things yourself or share the chores with your wife when you’re married.
Personally, I don't suffer male chauvinist gladly. I consider it laziness or wickedness of the highest order.
The LORD God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him." Geneisis 2:18 (NIV)
Frustrated
It takes a whole lot, I mean the grace of God to be married and stay married. All the stuffs we're told about marriage in counselling is so true; the importance of communication, compromise, submission and the likes. But sometimes I can't help being so angry with something’s that happen in marriage. I'm usually not an angry person, I try not to take things to heart because I found out very early in life that prolonged anger is not worth it especially towards things that I cannot change rather I channel by energy towards positive things and draw key learnings from the experience.
Hubby and I certainly have different backgrounds, values and belief systems and like every other couple; we've had disagreements as a result of our differences. E.g. I'm a short words person while hubby is a long words person. I get irritated when hubby tells me something and he goes on and on about it. Hubby is vocal and confrontational but I'm a bit on the quiet side but pretty stubborn. Rather than say things that hurt me, I keep quite just to avoid long, angry discussions but hubby is the opposite. Although, these days he tries to save his reaction until later because the initial reaction causes more damage.
Hubby says I withdraw into my shell after an argument or being told off. He has always encouraged me to speak up and express myself. On one occasion I expressed myself, and hubby said I disrespected/ disregarded him. I'm still not sure what he meant by that?
Moments like these when I feel frustrated, I just want my peace and that means being alone for a while but I can't seem to have any of that anymore. Lost it all when I signed those papers for better or for worse.
"Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate." Mark 10:9 (NIV)
Hubby and I certainly have different backgrounds, values and belief systems and like every other couple; we've had disagreements as a result of our differences. E.g. I'm a short words person while hubby is a long words person. I get irritated when hubby tells me something and he goes on and on about it. Hubby is vocal and confrontational but I'm a bit on the quiet side but pretty stubborn. Rather than say things that hurt me, I keep quite just to avoid long, angry discussions but hubby is the opposite. Although, these days he tries to save his reaction until later because the initial reaction causes more damage.
Hubby says I withdraw into my shell after an argument or being told off. He has always encouraged me to speak up and express myself. On one occasion I expressed myself, and hubby said I disrespected/ disregarded him. I'm still not sure what he meant by that?
Moments like these when I feel frustrated, I just want my peace and that means being alone for a while but I can't seem to have any of that anymore. Lost it all when I signed those papers for better or for worse.
"Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate." Mark 10:9 (NIV)
Friday, June 11, 2010
Losing Weight
My alarm buzzed at 5:40 a.m. and I jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom to have a shower. The weather was quite warm today so I didn’t have any qualms using cold water, I, also, didn’t have to worry about what to wear because it’s either jeans or Ankara (TGIF).
I put on my outfit and it clung to my body like my second skin and that's not what you want to wear to work, with all those "hawks" waiting to devour you. The last thing I wanted is to draw more attention to myself.
I was pissed because I couldn’t fit into my clothes comfortably anymore and I had to figure out what to wear asap. I tried on like three shirts and they were just too tight and it finally dawned on me that it was high time I did something about my weight.
So I’ve finally decided to take my health and weight seriously. I used to run and jog a lot but that seems almost impossible in Lagos. I’m so scared of the okada and danfo drivers especially when I almost got hit like twice. Sorry, I don’t stay in one of those areas where you have proper walk ways to walk, jog or run.
I’ve registered at a gym-thank God for my organisation and I hope to get rid of every pound I have gained over the years and comfortable wear a size 8.
My new meal plan is as follows:
Breakfast: Cereal or Toast
Lunch: Salad/ Moin Moin with Fish
Dinner: Moin moin/ Chicken Salad / Beans
Snack: Carrots/ OrangesNew Resolutions -
No fizzy drinks
No pastries (even though I indulged a bit yesterday and worked out as well)
No red meat
Take the stairs instead of the lift
Get Active
Smile when people tell me I’m fat (I’m a size 10-below /12 -above and I hate it when you tell me I'm fat. For goodness sake, it's inappropriate to tell a lady she's fat. It just never goes down well with me)
Let’s see how much pounds or kg, I’d loose in the next one month and over the years.
All the best to me!
Dear Lord, With YOU all things are possible.
I put on my outfit and it clung to my body like my second skin and that's not what you want to wear to work, with all those "hawks" waiting to devour you. The last thing I wanted is to draw more attention to myself.
I was pissed because I couldn’t fit into my clothes comfortably anymore and I had to figure out what to wear asap. I tried on like three shirts and they were just too tight and it finally dawned on me that it was high time I did something about my weight.
So I’ve finally decided to take my health and weight seriously. I used to run and jog a lot but that seems almost impossible in Lagos. I’m so scared of the okada and danfo drivers especially when I almost got hit like twice. Sorry, I don’t stay in one of those areas where you have proper walk ways to walk, jog or run.
I’ve registered at a gym-thank God for my organisation and I hope to get rid of every pound I have gained over the years and comfortable wear a size 8.
My new meal plan is as follows:
Breakfast: Cereal or Toast
Lunch: Salad/ Moin Moin with Fish
Dinner: Moin moin/ Chicken Salad / Beans
Snack: Carrots/ OrangesNew Resolutions -
No fizzy drinks
No pastries (even though I indulged a bit yesterday and worked out as well)
No red meat
Take the stairs instead of the lift
Get Active
Smile when people tell me I’m fat (I’m a size 10-below /12 -above and I hate it when you tell me I'm fat. For goodness sake, it's inappropriate to tell a lady she's fat. It just never goes down well with me)
Let’s see how much pounds or kg, I’d loose in the next one month and over the years.
All the best to me!
Dear Lord, With YOU all things are possible.
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