The Ab Challenge

First off let me admit that though I love the idea of exercising that I detest exercising. Hey but I know in order to keep my 5 11 frame looking decent and probably because my doctor dictated so, I must do some sort of physical activity (clean mind) for 20 minutes a day.

I really enjoy Zumba mainly because I get to dance to rhythms which makes me reminisce about my West Indian roots. I attend class once a week for an hour. Last week my instructor invited me to participate in a 30 day ab challenge with her. I know I was not her first choice (that’s another post) but I agreed to do it because I needed to get that muffin top toned.

I have been doing fair. The workout includes sit-ups, crunches, leg raises, planking which increase daily. Sit-ups, crunches, leg raises YES, planking UH UH! I have the weakest arms but I am slowly working on it.

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Not saying I am going to look exactly like this but a little bit won’t hurt!

What I learnt yesterday

Wheresoever you may roam, love oh love your island home

Yesterday my island home hereafter referred to as sweet St. Lucia, celebrated 35 years of Independence from England. I, like many of my friends was there in spirit but across the globe (from my view on Facebook, Instagram) we experienced a resurgence of national pride that threatens never to ebb.

Everywhere you looked there were the colors of our flag – blue for the surrounding waters, yellow for the sun or as I like to say our sunny personalities, black and white for our people.

We are well known for more that our famous twin peaks, the Pitons, and Jade Mountain resort one of the top travel destinations in the world. From Mongstar to Dupes Brice and Curmiah Lisette on the music scene, Chef Nina Compton on Top Chef, Laurah John winner of International Entrepreneurship Competition and many other fellow countrymen we are blazing trails.

Happy 35th Independence Anniversary to my sweet island home. I will always stay in love with you.

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Ode to Him

He told he loved me and with that he placed THE ring
I’d secretly admired, given to him by his mom
on my finger.

I was his first,
And he mine.
His eyes held mine
His filled with tears,
Mine in amazement.
We were a mirror of each other.
Now all I have left
Are memories and that ring.

He left me unwillingly maybe willingly
(If I’m being truthful)
But I’d take him back
‘Cause that what we do
When we are daddy’s girls!

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