My name is Amanda and I’m a shoe addict… I need rehab for these. I’m in love. Thank You Walter Steiger for these but I’m going to stay away. LOL.
So once again I’ve changed my blog… new name and everything. I was using another hosting site and wasn’t as comfortable with it. And most of the blogs I follow are hosted on blogger. So this is it. No more changing unless it’s the domain. And that will be very soon… More post to come!
While at work today, I happen to open up my Facebook application, something I usually only do on my bus ride on the morning commute. Browsing through my update feed, I noticed the BaisdenLive fan page and yes I’ve been a big fan of Micheal Baisden fan ever since I read “The Maintenance Man” ( my over interested mind); he posted a story about the youngest execution in US history. He was 14 years old and accused of murdering two little girls. No evidence, no lawyer as protected proof, in a matter of hours he was in an electric chair.
I’m scared of future education of our children. What else aren’t we getting education on? I’m in my early 20s and I’m just learning of this. Yes I know about Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, and Rosa Parks. But these children don’t know about the “Four little girls”, Wharlest Jackson Jr, or Lois Allen. After stories like these that I have come upon my children will know, Us as blacks have come a long way so don’t ever believe you have it easy because even after 1964 “Civil Rights Act”, Troy Davis was executed on September 21, 2011.
I left High school in 2007 and found a guy that I’m sure would find a way to become a big part of my life. Back then I was an astonishingly 140 lbs. Yup that is the Truth. No need to lie I have proof. As per my doctor, being in a serious relationship I need to be “SAFE“. So I decided to go on birth control. Well this explains it all. September that year I started and by November I managed to gain a good 15 lbs. My Aunt always told me to exercise because our family does have big women. But the stubborn girl I was I felt my figure was fine. Before I knew it my 34B turned into DD. Lord. But during this time I had a disappearing period and didn’t know why besides the effect of Birth control. Along with massive weight gain, lets just say concerns about my health = denial. My insecurities were at its highest but I never said a word just kept it in. Every time I got sick I would go to the doctor and get a full reading of my metabolic panel. But after results, my doctor would tell me things were fine. But hopefully every woman knows their body the way I knew something was wrong with mine. Fast forward to 2011, I take a trip to my GYN, who I trust. The man delivered me at birth why wouldn’t I? Any who, After that disgusting and always uncomfortable pap test, he hits me with the truth about all of my body issues for years. I was diagnosed with PCOS at the age of 21. Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome is a disease that causes multiple cyst to grow on the ovaries that stop ovulation and making fertility hard and ovarian cancer possible. Along with that, hormone changes like no periods, weight gain, increased appetite, and others; to name a few. But if you want to learn more feel free to visit the link at the bottom. So my doctor said it in a very understanding way, “Its like your pre-menopausal, and I can give you medication to help but this is up to you to lose majority of the weight“. Better said than done. Its September and not to proud to say I have lost 10lbs on and off. This has helped some what because my eating pattern makes no absolute sense, I try not to eat after seven unless I forget to take my medication so I’m forced to eat, like my once significant other would say ” Its ok to “not” eat everything on your plate, even though the children in Africa don’t have much to eat” so I don’t anymore knowing how fortunate I am, and walking more often instead of driving. I share my story because a lot of women suffer but won’t say. This is very personal and I had to share my story. Why? Because I’ve been asked how old my child was? (I HAVE NO CHILDREN), teased about my weight, numerous nicknames given to me by my siblings, and people referring to me as “catching up to my mother”, whom by the way isn’t a hefty woman at all but considering having three children her weight is fine. I don’t care anymore what people think. I’ve been secretly exercising amongst myself and not sharing it with others whom I speak to everyday but they notice some type of change. Be serious about your health and when you feel like something’s wrong make it right. Inspired..