Earworms are songs or melodies that get stuck in your head, I get something similar with drawings of characters. Is it a Hand... leech? I don’t know! But it’s something similar and this little lady had been following me around for a whole day before I finally put her down on paper. I’m excited for what’s coming next! Come back tomorrow to see what I’m about this week :)
These are legitimately the selfies I send Adam on a daily basis - just in case you thought this was just another Instagram page of perfectly crafted food pictures and cute dogs. 👌
Just when I thought I had “chilled” for long enough and could get back to business as usual, another hiccup. More Drs appointments, more tests, more “Tonya, you can’t.” I was banned from exercising for another week and had to dump even more off of my plate.
In this, I learned that I needed to spend even more time with my family..put my phone down, and just enjoy them! Take in moments..just breathe..don’t always just “grind.”
I’m refueled, I’m reset, and I’m back at it again! Happy Monday!!😘 #happymonday#backatitagain#shiftinpriorities#doingme#stillgrindingtho
Return of the curves! Sorry I have been AWOL guys. Have not really been on plan for the last three weeks. I have been making sensible food choices though so I have actually been loosing weight! Combination of sorting out a lot of things in my life and working a lot! But I am back! Let the journey continue! 2 stone to lose to target! #puttingmyselffirst#doingme#summerbody#determination
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.” ~ Marianne Williamson
Embracing winter this year, both dark and light. I’m loving the winter sunshine and it helps when you have a cosy jacket :)
Grateful for His grace and mercy🤗
Starting my #uncomfortable challenge today💃
Getting uncomfortable with everything; my workouts, my meal plan, motivation, work, everything.
The butterfly said to the sun, "They can't stop talking about my transformation. I can only do it once in my lifetime. If only they knew, they can do it at any time and in countless ways."~Dodinsky
It took me awhile to actually pay attention to the signs that nature sends me. Butterflies, a symbol for change and transformation, show up for me more often than any other animal.
In the last 4 days, I've seen at least 2 butterflies a day fly across my path. This one flew in front of me on Sunday.
“ I Need To Hear This Speech Everyday Of My Life” Thanks @tylerperry Such A Inspiration💙🏁🙌🏾🙏🏼
While I was in Orlando, something one of our speakers said really resonated with me.
Sometimes it’s easier to let our painful past become our identity.
It’s a way for our mind to protect us.
To maintain the status quo.
To give us a reason why we can’t do or be something great.
We may not even know we’re doing it.
I now know I’ve been doing this.
Holding on to painful memories and focusing my attention on toxic people and situations.
It’s so tough not to do this when there are reminders all around you.
Here’s the thing, though.
We cannot control others.
Believe me, I’ve tried.
And there will always be people who disrespect our boundaries, our situations, our very existence.
We CAN, however, control ourselves.
We can control how much of that we allow into our lives and our minds.
So recently I took a step forward and literally blocked some of that toxicity out of my life.
While I know that it still exists, I cannot tell you how good it feels to just let it be what it is.
To stop focusing on those painful memories.
To stop allowing myself to be triggered.
To stop giving power to things that don’t even deserve my attention.
So many times we know we are right and we want to prove it.
I needed the people who continuously hurt me to know they were wrong.
But at this point in my life, I just want peace.
Let them be right.
When you choose not to play with toxic people, you win.
Every. Single. Time. 🙏
The big boob curse.
The curse that only those afflicted are aware of.
The boobs that sprouted just a bit too soon, starting the decades of unwanted attention and mockery. The boobs that spurred female judgement, hatred and jealousy; that excused crude and cruel male attention. The boobs that got more compliments than my eyes or sense of humor, that received more acknowledgement than my personality or honor role grades. The boobs that shoot pain through my back, eliminate clothing options.
The boobs that jiggle when I walk, drawing glares and judgements, that make me want to adjust my shoulders and sink my spine to camouflage their abundance.
I have hated them for most of my life.
Yet somewhere over the last 15 years, there was a shift.
I abandoned the embarrassment. While still aware of the stares, name calling and jokes, my shame disappeared.
I know me.
I know my intentions, my heart, my flaws and shortcomings.
My value leaves no room for that bull shit. I have no time. I have no energy. I leave no space in my mind and body for it.
Every once in awhile I'm struck by that old feeling. Speed walking down the sidewalk, I notice the drawing glances. My face turns red and I hunch my shoulders. I start to wonder how they're thinking of me, anxious to reassure myself of my worth.
Then, just as quickly as those nasty voices come, they are replaced by my power.
my #kingmama voice.
My badass, self loving goddess that protects and nurtures the other side of me. The voice in my heart that is starting to come around more than the other.
KingMama said FUCK THAT.
My body, the jiggles & wobbles & dimples & space it takes up is GLORIOUS. I won't feed into anything less.
My strong thighs, my chubby tummy, my weird ears and my jiggly breasts. They serve every purpose for me; and none of them are any of your business