Yes, I'm Single!

"Why are YOU single?"

The question that seems to be surrounding my life lately more than, "How are you doing?"

A couple of days ago, Jenn informed me that her recent adventure named "Tristen aka Trent" asked why I was still single because I was smart, pretty and fun. It was hard to really come up with an answer because honestly I don't really know why myself. Actually to be totally truthful, I don't ever even think about it unless I watch some mushy chick-flick movie or see some romantic gesture between two people. Only in those moments do I feel as though I'm missing out on something spectacular; however, as I leave my home completely content with the idea that I have no plans or limitations holding me from going and doing what ever I want. I remember real quick that my life is an amazing adventure of exciting moments, I've made for myself with Mylah and the family/friends I have in my life. So I feel as though I concured this judgemental idea of a woman needing a man. Yay, Me!

Then today as I'm in Fred Meyers shopping for the second love of my life, shoes. The sales clerk assumes that I was trying on these amazing "fuck-me" pumps for a date. I laughed with this joyous freedom laugh, and informed her that her assumptions were way off. I was getting amazing "fuck-me" pumps for myself. Her face was priceless but that motherly "disappointing" look was a knife to my soul. Here she was looking at me and my daughter as though we were some refugees she needed to save. I instantly went from standing nearly 6 feet 2 inches in these heels, to feeling like I was only 2 feet tall.

As I left the store with my daughter totally unware of judgemental situation that had just unfolded in the store. I took Mylah by her hand and tried my hardest not to cry. For a quick second, I almost let this judgemental person distroy my spirit about myself. I questioned the life I was giving my daughter without a father figure in our home. I questioned my own selfishness of having her out of wed-lock. I questioned how good of a mother I was without a man?

However, the more I held my little girl's hand and she skipped next to me with the joy for life. God was real quick to remind me that it was His judgement I should care about. The most amazing moment was when I buckled Mylah into her careseat and she told me, "Mom your the bestest mother I ever had!"

Sometimes I think people need to realize how much their looks, words, and sometimes ignorant judgements can effect the people around them.

The best thing about today....

1) My daughter reminded me every moment today why I am a mother.

2) I'm single because that's what I want. I want to be mom who will soon be entering Gonzaga for her MBA and I did it without a boyfriend. So I must be doing something right!

I'm 15 minutes into my 60 minutes Elliptical workout at the gym. I've got my settings set for a 13 restraint level and about a 10 degree incline. So according to my sweat factor, I should be lossing at least 300 calories, if not more; however, when I looked at the lovely electronic panel that just barely hit 100 calories (loss). I freak out inside.

What?!?!?

This can not be right, the machine has to be busted; however, when I look at my neighbor's for a more accurate level of measurement. Her monitor averaged out to about 13 calories per minute, which was the same as mine. For every minute I spent on this Elliptical Pro-Form, I only lost 13 calories?!?!?!?!

ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?!?

You realize that in ten minutes, I can consume a juicy Whopper w/cheese, fires and a milk shake. That's close to 1300 calories in ten minutes. Revalation!!!! My math teachers were all wrong! Not every equation equals out. (A) does not equal (B) when it comes to the weight/calorie battle.

This to my surprise makes me wonder, how does one conpensate for the calories taken, if lossing them would be like trying to pick the winning numbers for the lotto? It feels completely impossible to win that battle against the bulge. Now this could also be the point where I decide two things, (1) that calories are from the devil and eating is more of a sport of dodgeballing calories to my Booty or (2) Realize that eating isn't bad, but eating a Whopper with all the fixings, is really not my friend.

On the same hand, I'm not a rabbit. So green salads and veggie only diets won't work for me either. I need to find a happy median between the evil calories and the ones that are willing to leave my Booty during a thirty minute workout. However, no matter what... I will never give up those amazing calories a good glass of wine and beer can bring to my ass because that my friend is a crime against my quality of life.