Bangin' Body Bootcamp Challenge!

So, it's Sunday night and I totally forgot to make a video for this challenge. I am committing myself to being in shape for life. I can't keep letting life get in the way, which is always my excuse. I need to put myself first and with this challenge, I will learn to put myself first and then the rest of the people that matter to me will be right in line and it will be a natural progression. I hope that you will follow with me because it would be great to have a support system. My journey starts tomorrow and I am pretty stoked to be honest. I thought I was going to be half involved in it and half not. But that is not the case.

I'm still at the deciding stage of whether or not I want to keep a food journal. I know what it is that I eat, but I know that it helps other people keep tabs of what they're eating. In my opinion, for me, it doesn't help simply because I don't eat many bad things. I know I slip up, but the point is not to be on a diet, but to choose healthier options and if I feel that I have eaten too many bad things, then I'll change that. I'll have a better wording for this later.

I will also be posting recipes and things that I make that are really good that are full of flavor and are good for you. As some of you may or may not know, I am the *queen* of cooking. I love everything about it and I come up with great recipes for my dinners and quick lunches too. I'll post tips that work for me throughout the day and other things of that nature.

Until then, agree to join with me and we can have bangin' bodies just in time for the summer (for the Vegas people, we will be looking something gorgeous by the end of June) and be healthy and fit for life. I don't want this to be a 30-day challenge because once the 30 days are over, where are you at? Right back where you started. I am not saying it's going to be easy and I have my work cut out for me, but motivation and Christ are keeping me focused (it doesn't have to be about Christ for you, but at least motivation). Make a pact with yourself...not with me.

Night

*PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THE FOLLOWING IS A LITTLE VULGAR*

This is a prose poem.


I sniff and breathe you in. Your skin smells of scented flowers with a touch of vanilla. You make me swoon and I can't imagine what it would be like to taste you. I've never tasted you, or any woman before, but you make me want to. Your cool skin calls me to kiss you to make you warm. Your milky skin screams for my fingers to swim in the sea of you. Your lack of attention to me makes me want you even more. Here we sit, on the couch of a small apartment, watching AWAY WE GO, and thinking about what we want to do to each other. I sit up from my fondling and get back into the movie. I can see from the corner of my eye that your posture is inviting me into you space. I restrain myself and hope that you want me like I want you. The feeling comes back and I am right where I started. I fondle every inch of you including your calf muscle and foot. It's soft to the touch. I can't help myself, so I caress the small of your back and search for the wing tattoos anchoring on the edge of pleasuredom. I find them and move my hands further up your back to feel what every inch of you feels like. The more and more I move up your back, the more I gently kiss your arms and leave my partial prints of desire. My fingers create a path to the front of you and find the lining of material. They want to feel what's underneath and increase your feelings of desire. They touch more fleshy skin and crave to feel the complete being. Now they enlist help from the other fingers and undo the bra from the back. Now they can freely roam the mounds that give you your great female figure. Both hands are exploring more of your body and reach the cleavage. The tank top straps come off of your shoulders as the fingers make their way to your neck then to the cheek then to the lips that are warming with desire for my lips. But my lips want to tease yours for a bit so they don't touch. Instead, my lips yearn to breathe life and sexuality into your ear. You hear it calling out to you and you respond. I know because your lips part and you breathe in response and then your teeth want part of the action so they join, as one, with your lips and they bite down on your lip out of jealousy. Your breath is still responding. My teeth now want to join in on the secret and make their presence known to your ear. Your breath really wants to make its opinion known and exhales deeply that I can feel it within the depths of my organs. My lips can't wait any longer and want to meet yours. It happens and our breathing becomes one as passion takes over me and we lie down together. It's no secret to any of our body parts about what's going on. The passion intensifies and I can't help but bite your nipples. You moan and bite your lip again because it feels so good to you. I love to hear you moan and my passion grows. I've never tasted a woman before and I want you to be my first. I can't wait so I ask if I can taste you. Like most people, I can't get your pants down as easily as I'd like but you help me out. I kiss your cleavage all the way down to your "happy trail". I finger you and let you feel my warmth and touch inside of you. You sigh and let out your sexual frustration because you haven't been helped in a long time. I let my tongue take over and your body gives into the feeling. Your breathing intensifies and I go deeper inside you with my tongue. Your moan softens but your body starts to convulse. This is how I know you've fully succumbed to my skills. I suck on your clit and your moan and body convulsions intensify. I slide my fingers inside you while I eat you out. You tasted so good to me and I want more of you. I want your fluids in my mouth and all over my hand. This is exactly what I imagined it to be. You are everything I expected. I come up for air and relish in the moment and watch your face and body come into me. I can't help myself, so I say "come. Come for me baby." Eventually, your body rears back over the arm of the couch and I whisper louder "come on baby...come for me." Your moaning and breathing are so in sync that they sound like one. I go in and out so fast with my fingers that your body is lifting off the couch in enjoyment. This is what you want. This is what you needed and I gave it to you. You orgasm and I tasted you and kiss you back up to your mouth. You grab my neck and hold tight and this is how you say thank you. I kiss everywhere on your body to help you wind down and you caress my head and face and smile. This is what I wanted to do for you.

Spring Break was AMAZING!

I don't have time to comment or post pictures right now of my trip to New York City over Spring Break, but I will tell you that it was great and that I had a blast! One day, I will move to New York and it will be great! I didn't want to leave, but here I am, back in Riverside, finishing up my degree. *sigh* I will most definitely update really soon.

Love, peace and chicken grease!

Addiction

Hello, blogger world!
I turned 25 in the last hour! Lol.

I have been super busy with life and school but I was inspired to write a poem. I was watching INTERVENTION and started thinking about addiction and what the word meant and how it described a person. So here's my take on Addiction.

Pain. I mask it.
Suffering. I hide it.
Shame. I down it.
Addiction. I live it.
Consumption of my every bone
every muscle, every
thought.
What is this thing taking
over me?
Whose body am I living in?
Whose clothes
am I wearing?
This wasn't me but this
is me NOW.
Hatred of myself and who I've
become
I don't recognize myself and couldn't
point myself out in a lineup.
Could you?
Wrap your head around my options
to choose my addiction over you
Understand that I matter to
me more than you do
Thoughts and images of me cross
my mind of who I have become
but not the complete me.
Who am I?
I am the addiction.
I am your addict.
Your problem child at 34 years old.
Trust. Love. Joy.
All these things you lost from me.
Faith.
That's gone too, but somehow
there's a part of you that
manages to keep me in your
prayers.
You amaze me with
your passion and dedication
and commitment to me.
Remain my strength.
I know I let you down and I
see the disappointment in your
eyes. Don't let me
go. Don't let me
fall cause I've done it
my way and where has
it left my soul?
I've walked down my
beaten path many a time
and my life has ended in
the gutter.
You tell me that I'm not okay
and sometimes I believe it
and other times I can handle
it myself.
I can handle it
I can hand over my will anytime
I can
walk away from my pain
if I feel like it
I can feel and will this
void away anytime I choose.
You don't own me
I own me
My addiction owns...
me
How do I say
'enough is enough' or
two simple words like
'help' and 'me'
I can't put the two words
together and I don't know how.
How do I say or
speak these confessing words
'Please'
It's so simple, yet not at all.
I'm done; I'm gone
I'm addicted






Please comment on it.

Love, peace, and chicken grease!

Cilantro-Lime Tilapia

When I went grocery shopping on Friday with my best friend, Luis, he came across individually frozen pieces of seafood. I was really on a mission for some salmon, but all they had was fresh salmon. The fresh salmon is probably better, but frozen fish is okay with me. I don't mind it. Some of you may say "Go for the fresh stuff. It's much more tasty and REAL." That's fine and dandy and I agree with you, but you do have to understand that I am on a college student budget. It's amazing I can even afford seafood. So, when he found it for $1, I snatched up 5 packages extremely quick. I didn't have any idea what I was going to do with it, but I was going to come up with something. There was no salmon, but beggars can't be choosers. They had Mahi Mahi (which I grew up eating, so I'm familiar with the taste and how to prepare it), Scallops and Tilapia.

To go off topic, I am going to give you a little background on the fish.

Mahi Mahi (which is actually what the fish is called in Hawaiian) is also known as dolphin-fish found in off-shore temperate, tropical and sub-tropical waters. They are among the fastest-growing fish. The taste resembles other whitefish such as flounder and tilapia. The NRDC (Natural Resources Defense Council) classifies Mahi-Mahi as a "moderate-mercury" fish and suggests eating 6 servings or less a month. On the other hand, Monterey Bay Aquarium classifies Mahi-Mahi, when caught in the US as a "good alternative". A good alternative to what, I don't know.

Tilapia is a common name for many different species of fish. They're typically found in a variety of fresh water and are omnivorous. They can't generally survive in cool waters. Commercially grown tilapia are most exclusively male. Tilapia has very low levels of mercury as they are fast a growing and short-lived species. It has low total fat, low saturated fat, low calorie, low carbohydrate and low sodium protein source. It is also an excellent source of Phosphorus, Niacin, Selenium, Vitamin B12 and Potassium.

Back to the recipe...
I bought a lime about a week back and hadn't used it. I knew that if I didn't use it, it was going to go bad (which means turn rock hard). I love lime and since I'm mexican at heart, I knew that I had cilantro and wanted to make a simple Cilantro-lime Tilapia. When I prepare my food, I usually just put ingredients together and go for it. I think that's what cooking should be.

First, I minced one clove of garlic and put it in a small container with a little bit of Extra Virgin Olive Oil. Since I don't have many fresh ingredients, I started using pre-packaged cilantro which is sold in the produce section of Stater Bros. I put about a Tbsp and some red pepper flakes. I then cut a lime in half and squeezed it into the mixture. I used a spoon to mix it and once my oven was heated, I used a pie pan (Note: I suggest using it for single portions! I only ever cook for myself) and sprayed Pam on it. Placed the Tilapia on the pan and rubbed my mixture over the top of it. Simple as that!


The other 2 items in this picture: golden tomatoes sauteed with dried onion and paprika, brown rice made with butter and a touch of Lawry's Seasoned Salt

The only thing I would change about this recipe is the amount of lime. The tilapia tasted like lime with a little kick of red pepper. I would just decrease the amount. Other than that, my meal was delicious! I suggest you try whatever your heart desires! My motto is "put some stuff together and call it a meal!"

Signing out...

Cooking

I am greatly inspired right now to cook. I don't want to cook at this moment, as it is 215 in the morning on Tuesday. I spent Sunday evening with my 2 Valentines, Luis and Carlos. We made a fabulous dinner, and I don't know what I am going to make for my dinner tonight. I still have some time, but I really feel like making something gourmet. I mean, my meals are practically gourmet already, but I want to take it to another level. Sometimes, I wish I went to culinary school because I enjoy cooking so much.

I just wanted to update the world with that.

I'll update UPDATE more on a later date. This is a busy week for me, so I'm not sure if I'll be back this week to write.

Signing out...

A little ditty

I wrote this little thing when I was sitting in my Greek, Roman, Italian Renaissance Theater class. It was really cold and I was really tired and I had to find something to do, so this is what came out:

The sleep settles in and my head swathes to the rhythm of the music playing above my head on the ipod. It sings to me the melody of a synthesized piano and the voice is enclosing me in a silk blanket of buttery notes in C major. As I lie in my semi-soft bed, I begin to think about the times we shared; the moments you enveloped me in your strong arms; the times we lay awake in your bed and watch corny television shows and make boxed macaroni and cheese. It was the small things we did together that made life worthwhile. I know I wasn't the best girlfriend, but because of you, I now know and understand what it feels like to be held with passion and fire. Though you and I were only together for a short amount of time, it was the best 2 months I had ever had. I distinctly remember the time I was sick and you laid your head on my stomach and just let me sleep. At that moment, I knew what love truly felt like. At this recollection, I come to my surroundings and become aware of where I am and what I'm doing and then drift to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, these images are played over and over in my mind and I wonder if you ever think of me in those same memories.

This was written in the spur of the moment without any corrections to my thoughts. I wrote it in about 20 minutes, coming and going to it, because I was taking notes.