Health & Wellness by Lexa's Journal

My mission in life is to not merely survive, but to thrive: and do so with passion, compassion, humor, and style. – Maya Angelou

  • Clearly it’s been a minute since I’ve posted.   Any he-how… this is a quick one.  Guilt from infrequent posts have led me to blog this morning.

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    Obviously this is not the most inspiring or effective writer’s space, but it’s where I’m currently blogging –folding clothes–supervising my son who is supposed to be sorting through his toys (like I’m supposed to be doing laundry)—washing clothes—poppin my fingers and shaking my booty to Beyonce’s “Crazy In Love”.   Hubby surprised me with tickets to see Beyonce’s, Mrs. Carter’s show last night!  I had a blast; Mrs. Carter did her thang!

     

     

    Multi-tasking!
    Multi-tasking!

    Why haven’t I posted?   Simply because the past month, I’ve either procrastinated, became distracted by CrossFit, floating in my pool, attending to sleep needs, and enjoying the blazin 90+ degree temps at the Jersey Shore.   All equates to falling off the wagon of discipline.

    The truth is that as a working mother of a young child and wife of 25-years, at the end of the grinding school year I need a break.  I need and use the first month of my summer vacation to unwind and re-charge.  The rule is:

         Do whatever I feel like doing.

    Eleven months out of the year, I  run a tight ship playing a plethora of roles, so it won’t kill my family when I slack on everything for a month…or so.

    As a little girl, mom taught me how to fold linen... very nicely.
    As a little girl, mom taught me how to fold linen… very nicely.
    Sorting laundry
    Sorting laundry

    Just a few of many toys.... YIkes!!
    Just a few of many toys…. Yikes!
    They're cute but must go!
    The bugs on the wall are cute but must go!

    My son’s bedroom is overdue for a remodel.   Check out the bug theme!! LOL!!  At soon-to-be 11, I think…    Ah… I know that he’s outgrown the theme.  I don’t even want his friends going to his room for fear of them laughing at his “kiddy” themed room.

    This morning is the start of sorting through old and broken toys.  Some we’ll give away, others will be trashed.

    I really must go now but wish you a FABULOUS Friday and thanks so much for visiting!

  • Attending a football camp in July for my son isn’t my idea of a vacation. Anyways, this four-day trip has me scrambling in the most odd and unusually way.

    The challenge? Scratching my head because both of my fridges are jammed packed with food from two consecutive weekends of partying and fun with friends at “the resort.” Ha! Ha! My friend Michelle upgraded the title of our “backyard” to “The Resort.” No, our yard is nothing over the top, just a nice pool, pretty greenery, humming birds, lots of sun shine, and good old fashion fun with two-handful of incredibly awesome friends and family.

    Both fridges are filled with fresh strawberries, cucumbers, blue berries, spinach, tomatoes, and more! Leftover potato salad, turkey burgers, collard greens, baked mac and cheese, ribs, and more crowd both refrigerators. Yikes!

    I am old school and was raised on the conviction of “waste not, want not.” So the thought of throwing food in the garbage makes me cringe. Speaking of cringing, I had to toss a fairly decent amount of a home-made margarita cocktail, made with Grey Goose, down the drain!! NOT cool! But there was no room in either fridge.

    I am taking some of the day-old leftovers to a friend’s house, but still some items won’t make it to the fridge or freezer. Sadly, some will end up in the trash.

    This morning I realized that letting broccolini, tomatoes, and spinach go bad is just too disturbing to me; hence breakfast:

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    Sauteed broccolini with garlic and a spinach and tomato egg omlet

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    Smoothies are in order for an afternoon snack and tomorrow’s breakfast. I will wash the remaining fruit and pack it on ice in my cooler, hauled right up to hotel room, and shelved in the fridge.

    From what I understand, my son’s camp will include long days filled with intense workouts. Fresh fruit will refuel and recharge his battery. This is our first official football camp and I am a little nervous– nervous for me and for my son.

    While this is an overnight camp, my baby, who hates being called “baby,” will stay at the hotel with mom and dad. There is no way in hell that I am trusting my 10-year-old to some unknown counselor. From the stands, binoculars and all– like a hawk– I will be watching him to make sure that he stays hydrated in the heat and to monitor the bathroom situation. Call me paranoid, but I am not giving anyone the chance to hurt my child. I want to say more, but that’s another lengthy post.

    Oh yeah, speaking of resorts, Alex is all checked into the All Star Pet Resort, where posh like miniature beds await the nervous and suspicious pooches. The Resort is located in an ideal rural setting that is beautifully landscaped. In addition to pet sitting, grooming services and additional outdoor and unleashed play time (for an extra fee) is available to “guests.” Now that Alex is set, mother won’t have to worry about caring for him. Although Alex is pretty well-behaved, he is still a puppy and, at times, likes to take off running.

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    If you know me personally or follow this blog, then you know that I eat healthy and try to avoid junk food. My healthy snacks are already packed; which will make sure that continue I eat well and avoid wasteful spending on empty calories, non-nutritious food, loads of sugar, and only God knows what else.

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    This posts must end now. Why? The pool is calling me. My reward for completing this long overdue post is a dip in the pool.

    Talk to you again soon!

  • Daddy,
    Mom woke me.  Darkness greeted me from the other side of the window.  The moon clearly visible. After midnight but before sunrise. Oddly quiet outside. No birds, no owls, no crickets, only silence interrupted by the sound of the golden-colored dodge swinger ripping down the concrete driveway.

    A brief ride through the isolated and dark woods took me to aunt Anne’s house. “You have to stay here,” I was told.  Mom had to get to the hospital. That’s all that was said. I slowly entered my cousin’s room and climbed into the bottom bunk bed.  He was asleep unaware of my arrival. I was naïvely unaware of what tomorrow would bring and quickly coasted off into a deep sleep.

    The sun doesn’t wake me. The squeak from the bedroom door wakes me. Only her head pops in. “Your dad died last night.” Anne quietly eases back and slowly closes the bedroom door. I don’t know where mother is. I have not seen or heard from her.

    It’s a school day. Along with my cousin, I get up and dress for a regular day of high school. I cannot recall other options. No tears but an abundance of numbness. I am numb all over. Can’t really feel anything. In school, I robotically move from class to class never telling anyone that I would never see daddy again. My family assumed I was okay, but I was not.

    Nearly 31 years has passed since you closed your eyes for good, but now, my heart feels like it were yesterday. Today is Father’s Day. Yesterday, unexpectedly I passed the cemetary where you are resting. I also passed the abandoned and dilapidated factory where you once worked endless hours so that you could provide for our family. I pointed out the factory to your grandson and told him about how hard you worked.  I even recall once going in the uncomfortable overheated and noisy factory to bring a fresh orange order from a band fund-raiser.  I wondered in amazement how you withstood the heat and extreme sound grinding from the machinery.

    Knowing that today is Father’s Day and that I cannot sit on your lap and rub your sleek silver hair like I enjoyed just as much as you did, compelled me to write this letter to you.

    Thank you for being a wonderful dad and for taking such good care of our family. Because of you I had a fine example of what a good father does for his family.  At well over 60 years old, you worked six-day work weeks, 10 hour work days, and walked miles in knee-deep snow just to provide for your family.  Amazing!

    Oh how I wish you could see the woman I have become today! I know you would be proud. Sadly I missed you at all the major mild stones; the Father’s waltz in the cotillion, my high school graduation, the wedding, my college graduation, and the birth of your first grand-daughter. However, in my heart I believe you were with me in spirit. You should know that mother misses you an awful lot. She doesn’t say it, but she does.

    Today I just wanted and desperately needed to say Happy Father’s Day! I LOVE you daddy! I still miss you.

    RIP Axel.

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    Doesn’t the image above look refreshing? Even more than refreshing it was surprisingly delightful! “It” being an ice-cold cup of fresh cucumber water.

    Yesterday while my son received loc maintenance at KinHairitage Salon and Spa, I was offered a refreshing glass of cucumber water. Fresh lemon water is my fetish and has been for many years. But I admit, the cucumber flavored water took the flavor of water to an entirely new level and offers me a new way to flavor up my water.

    Water provides nourishment to our body, to our skin, and to our natural and lovely curls. Even the lemon flavored water gets boring so I can’t wait to switch it up this week.

    If you’re looking for a new twist or a way to increase your water intake, give it a try. Below are a few interesting links that I found about drinking cucumber water.

    8 Reasons Why You Should Drink Cucumber Water

    Cucumber Water:  The Most Refreshing Drink Ever?

    Double the Detox With These Water Additions

  • Twenty-five years ago, June 4, 1988, 3:10 p.m. I walked down the aisle of Second Baptist Church In Atlantic City, New Jersey to exchange wedding vows with hubby.

    Not one clue did I have about the amount of patience, love, sacrifice, commitment, and dedication needed to sustain 25 years of marriage and 30 years of friendship.

    The one thing I knew for sure was that I deeply loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. How that would occur was a mystery that I would later sort through.

    My father-in-law performed the ceremony, which made the day even more special. Although Reverend Cain died in 2003, the blessings he bestowed upon our marriage is still present today.

    We were young and naïve but very committed to respecting and loving the other. I the extrovert; a crazy out going and out spoken hot-head. The contrast was my laid back introverted husband who internalized and mulled over everything before speaking. Talk about a contrast! I have wondered, “How on earth did it work?” Maturity, time, prayer, maturity, time, and more prayer helped immensely. I learned to speak less; he learned to speak more. Somehow we found a solid balance.

    While I cannot speak for hubby, the past 25 years has been an enlightening journey for me. A personal journey that included bumps , bruises, detours, and exciting discoveries. Childhood relationships with my parents and between my mom and dad affected my relationship with my husband with great surprise. I saw glimpses of characteristics that I liked and that I disliked. The realization that I, and only I was empowered to make changes about myself that needed to be made was a relief. Cycles… some are meant to be broken.  The fact is that we don’t have to repeat what has been done before us. Some family traditions should end.

    Sadly, I closely witnessed the shattering of too many marriages. I have never judged other marriages or thought that my marriage was better than another. I did, however, extract the lessons that I could from the failed marriages around me. So often spouses point the finger of blame, but don’t ask what did they bring to the table. In turn, my reality check is to stare in the mirror and ask, how am I doing? Do I need to make adjustments? Have I fallen off course?

    Sometimes there are issues that exist within me, which require me to adjust and make changes. Other times, the pulse of our marriage needs adjusting– I think of it (the pulse) as a heart rate– Neither too fast or too slow is not good. I strongly believe that at least one person in every relationship, should have their finger on the pulse of the relationship at all times. The pulse being, the pace and mode of the relationship. Is it steady? Is it regular? How’s the vibe? Is it positive? Do things feel out of sync? They are just questions that have worked for me.

    My point is that marriage is not easy. Point blank, it is hard work and by no means do I claim to be an expert. We’ve been blessed for 25 years and I hope and pray that we are blessed we a good 25 more years. While reflecting on the years, I came up with many lessons that I have personally learned. While this list could be longer, I dedicated one lesson for each year of our happy marriage.

    Lessons I learned from 25 years of marriage:

    1. I learned that speaking my raw opinion, without considering hubby’s feelings was inconsiderate and to think before I speak.
    2. I learned that no matter how “I preferred” he do things, hubby is entitled and will do things the way he chooses to.
    3. I learned that I can only change and improve myself and that’s what I ought to work on.
    4. I learned that when you marry your spouse, you also marry your in-laws.
    5. I learned that just because you create babies together, doesn’t mean you will share beliefs on how to raise them. Your ideas on child rearing will differ. Compromise.
    6. I learned that your spouse will do things behind your back and you will do things behind his back.
    7. I learned that, if you allow it, children can take the sex right out a marriage.
    8. I learned that one of the two will always appreciate romance more than the other.
    9. I learned that saying, “I told you so” is unnecessary.
    10. I learned that somebody ought to know how to cook a decent meal.
    11. I learned that you will like some of your spouses friends and you will despise some of your spouses friends. You opinion won’t change his relationship with his friends.
    12. I learned that married family and friends will divorce. Try to stay neutral. Your harsh words may return and bite you in the butt.
    13. I learned not to compare my marriage to another marriage. You don’t know what goes on behind closed doors and you cannot predict the future (of yours).
    14. I learned that solid marriages are built on friendships. Maintain a friendship with your spouse.
    15. I learned to establish and maintain my identity and independence.
    16. I learned to become educated, even if you wish to be a stay-at-home.
    17. I learned to expect the unexpected.
    18. I learned to plan for the future, but live everyday in the present.
    19. I learned why older couples like my parents slept in separate beds. Thankfully, we haven’t gotten to that point.
    20. I learned that the affirmation, “A women’s work is never done” is true.
    21. I learned that husbands and wives should have separate clothing closets and bathroom sinks.
    22. I learned that spirituality is important to a marriage.
    23. I learned that spouses who work hard as a team can accomplish amazing feats and can overcome incredible obstacles.
    24. I learned that spouses who hang out together are genuinely happier couples.
    25. I learned that your spouse is not a mind reader.  Don’t assume that your spouse knows what you want.  Tell your spouse what you want.

    Hubby and I have shared 25 solid good years. Were the years always perfect? No, but we’ve always managed to work through our differences in the most respectful ways and treat the other the way we wish to be treated. I am thankful for the 25 shares we’ve shared and pray for 25 more.

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    June 4, 1988
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    Exchanging wedding bands
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    Spontaneous trip for our anniversary to Cancun, Mexico (2002 or 2003)
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    Hubby forgot to tell me that we had an appointment for a family portrait immediately after leaving spending the day at an outdoor park. OMG! Look at those heads! LOL!
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    NYE late 1990’s (I wasn’t natural then… I wish I were)
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    NYE, Washington, DC – Late 1990’s – The Beehive look.
  • “Success seems to be connected with action. Successful people keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don’t quit.” ~ Conrad Hilton


    TODAY’S STATS
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    Distance:     10:01 miles
    Duration:     1:49:40
    Pace:             10:57 min/miles
    Calories:       1398

    “Come on girl!  You’ve never been a quitter!  Don’t quit now!  Come on… get your a** in gear!!!”  Someone around 8.4 miles, my hamstrings and quadriceps felt weighted.  Those muscles felt like five pounds of weights were strapped to my thighs with heavy electrical tape.  The goal for today was 10 miles.  Typically 10 miles is cake for me, but I think running in the unexpected heat took a toll on my body. While I was well hydrated, the last time I ran in 85+ temps was probably Fall 2012.  I don’t know about other runners, but my body has to become conditioned and acclimated to the summer temps. In Jersey, we’ve gone from 70ish spring like weather to a four-day 90 degree heat wave.

    I had to talk.. more like yell at myself to keep going.  I swear there’s a beastly coach residing within me. She appears only when I am on the verge of quitting.  Her harsh and demonic like voice forces me to push myself beyond, what I think is my breaking point, to keep moving.  I stopped briefly only to take swags of water from my bottle or to douse my body with ice-cold water from neighbors sparsely running sprinklers.  Still the remaining 1.6 seemed like another eight miles down the road.  Mistakenly I listed to my MapMyRun voice update every .3 miles, which made the remaining distance feel even longer.   That was not smart.  Finally I did a quick body check:

    Do my knees hurt?  No.  Cramps?  No.  Feel dizzy?  No.  Chest pains?  No.  Do I feel pain…anywhere?  No.  Then keep moving and stop looking for an excuse to stop!

    The desire to quit is internal.  If we are not careful, external forces such as negative energy from those around us can trick us into giving up.  Just as Conrad Hilton affirms , Successful people keep moving.  They make mistakes, but they don’t quit. So there you have it…

    Keep it movin and have a great weekend!