As many others in our society, I think about my weight a lot, on a daily basis, a number of times each day. Looking in the mirror over the sink as I apply my makeup in the morning and then using the full length mirror as I adjust my outfit for the day. I think about the number on the scale and the size of my waist.
I’ve been struggling with my weight for close to 10 years. Due to thyroid issues, the number on the scale has gone up and down, it’s one of those roller coaster rides I just can’t get off of.
Growing up I loved being active, and in the last couple of years I have rediscovered that. Who wants to be out of breath walking up a flight of stairs? I have gotten excited about Zumba, walking, biking, and recently running! Find what works for you, be adventurous try something new with friends, and mix it up. We live in a great city with diverse events and activities. Strengthen your support system, because they will encourage you to keep going strong.
I’m Latina and I’m in love with my curves. My goal has never been to be a size 2, but to be comfortable with my body. My confidence and energy level are growing. I will continue to push myself remembering it doesn’t happen overnight. Little steps are good, don’t underestimate them because you’re headed in the right direction.
Take that first step, set a goal today,for your health and your happiness.
Flowers are given to people to show that you like, love, admire, appreciate and in my case miss that person. I arrived at home one day to find an amazing bouquet of orange roses. No note, all it said was my name. I wondered for several days until finally the mystery sender claimed the delivery.
It was an ex boyfriend from a year prior who had unfortunately spotted me out and about but didn’t approach me. He felt he missed me and decided to send flowers. Well thank you, but where were these flowers a year ago? I love flowers and make it known that I do so. Flowers just bring happiness at arrival. Well his flowers never arrived during our courtship. They arrived a year too late.
When you are dating someone, show your partner that you like them by doing for them something that will put a smile on their face. In my case flowers, for others it can be writing a love note, giving a massage or even putting the toilet seat down for once. Show them that you are happy that they are in your life.
Sometimes love is short lived. Do not wait until you see the person you cared about out with another, to realize you love and miss them. Those flowers that arrived late will wilt as did your relationship. Learn to love in the moment. Love passionately and with no regrets.
With love the possibilities are endless. Do not hold back. Show people that you care and that they are special to you. If not, someone else may do so for you, and all you will be left with is regrets. Good luck daters and thank you for following Marisa’s Misadventures*
I’m a 35 year old single Latina. I was teaching for over 8 some years. I have 2 degrees in education. Yet this year I left that behind, it wasn’t what I wanted anymore and I want to find something that makes me happy.
I’m told you need a career not a job, you are having a midlife crisis, and what are you going to do with your life? Well I don’t have a family of my own, no kids that need my attention, so the way I figure I am only responsible for taking care of me. If I want to pick up and leave it’s OK, if I want to go away for the weekend let’s do it, and if I want to leave my career because I want to find something new for me then I will do just that.
After reading an article on Time’s FB page “How Can I Figure Out What I Really Want To Do With My Life” I have discovered what I really what to do is be a Grownup kid. I want to fail and succeed while being fearless, as the article says, dare to follow where my heart will take me. So I will not ask anyone for permission to be a Grownup Kid. I will not be the immature kind, but the kind who dares to explore and discover.
I want to try many things, I want to write books and travel the world. I want to help others, while leaving a mark of sorts in this world. I want to question everything and I don’t want to be limited. I want to follow my passions and focus my daily tasks on them. As the article states I will play, get reckless, question everything, and ignore reality.
Let me explore the impossible!
“Calvary” is a frustrating movie in so many ways. It features an understated performance by Brendan Gleeson as a Catholic priest facing death. It is directed by John Michael McDonagh who wrote and directed the brilliantly dark politically incorrect comic thriller “The Guard” also starring Gleeson.
And it asks some tough questions about the role the beleaguered Catholic Church plays in our lives. And yet, the scaffolding holding the story together is rickety. Shot mostly as two-handers between Gleeson and his fellow cast members, “Calvary” comes across as filmed theater with the obligatory low angle shot to make it look and feel cinematic. And the characters are, at best, emblematic, each one assigned a specific quirk or sin designed to test the protagonist’s mettle.
“Calvary” starts promisingly, with a tight close-up of Father James (Gleeson) as he sits on his confessional. A man tells him, off-camera, that he was raped for seven straight years since he was five by a priest now dead, and that he will avenge the deed by killing a good priest, since that would send a shock to the system. That good priest happens to be Father James, a man who heard the calling of the Lord after his wife died. The unseen man gives Father James seven days to get his affairs together: they will meet by the seashore the following Sunday. Father James knows who the voice belongs to but as any good priest will tell you, what’s said at the confessional stays at the confessional.
So, for the next seven days the good priest wanders up and down the streets and beaches and pathways of his small Irish community, putting up with the taunts and recriminations of a small group of citizens: the cocaine-sniffing atheist doctor (Aiden Gillan, a.k.a. “Littlefinger” from “Game of Thrones”), a local butcher (Chris O’Dowd) who may be beating his wife (Orla O’Rourke) who is having an affair with an African mechanic (Isaach de Bankolé), a rich man under indictment for his role in a banking scandal (Dylan Moran), an elderly American writer eager to die (a wasted M. Emmett Walsh), a rapist-murderer-cannibal (Domnhall Gleeson) who believes to have found God in his heinous crimes, and a young man who wants to join the Army because women have ignored him for far too long (Killian Scott). There appears to be not one redeemable, soulful, functional person in this small town. McDonagh wants his protagonist to carry a mighty cross on his shoulders as he makes his way to his own personal calvary, each character questioning Father James’ integrity and faith with snarky, in-your-face acts and remarks.
Into the fray walks Fiona, Father James’ daughter (Kelly Reilly), who recently survived a suicide attempt, a character as resentful of the priest and as dysfunctional as the rest of the cast. But she is at least far more complex and fully developed. Her scenes with her father are poignant: this is James’ last chance to come to terms with the pain he caused her when he joined the Church. We know that Fiona is completely unaware that these are her father’s final days, that this is her last chance to come to close that emotional gap that kept them apart for so long.
“Calvary” is, however, a magnificent showcase for Brendan Gleeson. We are so used to seeing Gleeson play these rough, tough characters that to see him play such a sensitive, hurt soul comes not only as a pleasant surprise but makes us realize that the movies have barely scratched the surface of what this mercurial actor has to offer. His weathered, craggy face, his soulful eyes, his gait, all hint at a man who understands the world he lives in because he actually experienced it. His Father James is a decent man, tolerant, even when he is pushed too far. It’s a towering performance, one that has a lot of faith in the director and the story and in the power of acting. And Gleeson has plenty of faith to spare.
I was on a breakfast date one morning. We’d chosen a gorgeous southern style restaurant. The walls and floors were made of dark mahogany, as vintage photography was displayed throughout.
The waitress served my Eggs Benedict and country style potatoes. It was beautifully arranged on the plate. My first thought was “this would make a great Instagram picture”. At the same moment my date says “thank god you aren’t one of those girls who is always taking pictures of her food”. I had a moment of silence. I stared at his baby blues then took out my cell phone and snapped a pic.
The whole point of the date is to get to know the other person, so he might as well know up front that I Instagram all. Needless to say the pic of my breakfast lasted longer than he and I did. I can’t be with a grumpy person, who is mad at the advancing world of technology. It made him seem old and boring in my eyes. He bad mouthed most apps Instagrammers, Snapchatters, Facebookers and Tweeters. All of which are fun by the way. Social media is here to stay buddy, sorry.
Let me clarify that the pic took a second to snap and then the cell phone was tucked away into my purse. Then all my attention returned to my dates baby blues across the table. Never was there a moment where he felt ignored, as I would not appreciate that done to me. We enjoyed great conversation, the date lasted several hours. Throughout the conversations however, he trash talked social media once again. I respect everyone’s opinions and heard him out and of course debated all.
I need to be true to me, as all daters need to be to themselves. I am a social media person. It keeps me updated, well informed and happy. I am a Instagrammer, Snapchatter, Facebooker, Tweeter and most importantly a blogger.
While dating, listen to your date, have an open mind, be who you are, listen to who they are. Then make a decision on compatibility. Some people are set in their ways, you can’t change them and you shouldn’t. Good luck to Mr. Grumpy and all daters.
Happy dating and thank you for following Marisa’s Misadventures*
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