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The Military diet and how it went for me

 

Have you guys heard of the military diet? It’s this THREE day diet plan where you practically starve yourself for three days and you’re suppose to lose ten pounds in that one week. I know it sounds crazy but when you feel too tired to work out and green teas have not been working and you’re desperate to shed those extra pounds and I mean desperate you do about almost anything.

Well, I first heard about the plan from a co worker of mine and she was telling me how it entails of eating bout( 5 )five crackers, one slice of bread, coffee with no sugar and some other light weight stuff. She said it was working for her and her stomach had gotten flat, she did look a bit smaller in my eyes so I did decide to try it out.

The first time I tried it out was due to the encouragements of a co worker, she said it worked for some people and just like me  was she was desperate, day ones breakfast consists of half a grapefruit, one slice bread with peanut butter, one boil egg and coffee with no sugar, as tasteless as it was I did it, and there were days I cheated  and ate other things and in one week I lost about 5 bounds. My boyfriend told me that was water weight and I hadn’t really lost anything. Regardless it was something to me and as much as I was glad about tha,t those three days were miserable. I was weak, fatigue,my sugar went too low and I almost blacked out.

Not too long after I heard my co worker fainted and she went on sick leave for weeks, omg did we almost kill ourselves over some get slim quick nonsense.  I don’t care if I had lost the weight if I had followed evrthing but  its obvious the body isn’t getting sufficient nutrients from that diet,to me it seems hazardous.

So from my experience it appears you may lose the weight but its through starvation and you could end up in the hospital so I wouldn’t recommend this for anyone.

I am still on my weight loss journey and that was a learning experience, today im looking at healthier, smarter  and tastier choices on loosing weight. Stay tuned with my next post to see the next diet plan I tried.

Written by Laurna Guiste

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Two years natural

 

 

Two years now since I’ve been natural and its been a bitter sweet experience. I did the big chop and I texturized my hair because I thought it would be more manageable.

I didn’t quite embrace my natural hair at first,I would texturize it because it was so short and I didn’t know how to handle it.

 

I decided to go back natural because I was fed up of the relaxers who did more harm than good. My hair was breaking badly,the color had changed from black to brown and I couldn’t wet my hair as freely as I wished without me looking like a stray cat. I wanted freedom and relaxing my hair every three months was also costly. Moreover I heard that relaxers are toxic and damage your scalp,I believed so because I was a victim of having several scalp burns and oozing painful sores after I tried economizing and let my sister do my hair. Dollars were saved but my scalp wasn’t.

My cousin gave me my first relaxer just before attending high school since I wouldn’t have time to comb my naturally thick hair in the mornings before school,relaxers made it easier.

I recall my hair reaching my back the first day I did my hair,was so thick and long,I felt amazing. I flipped that  hair and I felt like magic. With years my hair got damaged and broke horribly and my hair got short at the fronts. I started not liking my hair but still relaxed it because it was what I had become accustomed to. I hated how I got roots fast every time I wet or washed my hair. Sea and river baths became less enjoyable since I had my hair to worth about after. Every night we were required to set it in rollers so it could curl the next day,no doubt there were good hairstyle days but my hair always got roots fast and was still breaking.

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Me with relaxed hair

Endured damaged hair for years and I decided to dye my hair on my birthday,bleach it actually. Oh my I looked so gorgeous with blonde curls however up keeping it was tedious as I couldn’t wet it as I pleased. So I got fed up and was motivated to go natural because almost all those around me was becoming hair conscious and natural was the new trend. I was reluctant at first but went all the way in Feb 2015.

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The big chop

 

The first year was hard and at times I wanted to give up as it was so short and couldn’t style as I wanted. I so desired to have my hair in one,up in a messy bun but I had to endure the afro season and it was tough.

 

I thank God for my best friend who also joined the natural journey and she assisted me greatly with product usage. I honestly did not do proper research before embarking on this journey. I didn’t know how to care for my hair using modernised and more fulfilling products that suited my hair texture. She told me about sulphate free shampoos,leave in conditioners and deep conditioners.

It was a whole new world and I became excited about my journey since i began experimenting with new products. Before that I felt stuck in a rut and texturized my hair as I didn’t like the texture. My hair also was still breaking, I was upset about that since that was one of the reasons why I went natural in the first place to avoid breakage. My bestie rescued me again and hooked me up with some hair mayonnaise that elimated breakage.

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Growing out my natural hair

So doing your research before you return natural is very important. Research your texture and discover what works for your type of hair. It took some trials with different products to decide what I liked best. I decided I wanted products that enhanced my natural curls and encouraged growth so I use Olive oil deep conditioner.

My hair texture has changed significantly from when I was a kid. As a child I had very course,thick short difficult hair. That was why I texturized my hair to make it more manageable,but I wasn’t embracing my natut hair,there was still chemicals added in my hair. I must say my encouragement to go all the way natural came from the huge wave of naturals posting embracing their natural hair all over social media hashtag team natural bombarded me and I seemed to be missing out.

I got so motivated that I followed these natural hair queens and the products they used and started experimenting some more. I got to more growth but the ends were still texturized, one day after washing my hair I got so frustrated with those straight ends that I took a scissors and began chopping the straight ends. I wanted to be fully natural.

So with patience I got all the texturized ends out and I was all natural. My hair had to undergo me being very patient and loving my hair. I developed a hair regimen,I got the products and my hair has gotten curlier and longer.

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Hair with Texturizer

The journey has been bittersweet, ups and downs but the longer I stick it out the more I see my hair transforming to the curly long hair I desire. The key is patience,self love, love the crap out of your hair and don’t be afraid to experiment different hairstyles and products.

Natural hair journey may not be for everyone,but it’s a personal decision I made for personal reasons which I stated and its doing what works best for you and loving yourself no matter what.

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Laurna Guiste

 

 

 

 

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The Facade

Pretty face,cosmetics, lace,blue eye shadows,forming shadows,hiding lies,bitterness and spite,

Who was she? Who had she become?

With her innocence now gone. She had lost her identity,where would this type of woman fit in this cold world,what was her life depleting?

Her standards were crushed,while chasing love in a rush she had no time to pray or the right words to say.

She felt like a raged doll filled with hay,no real feelings,none that really mattered.

She was existing and not living the life God wanted her to,

She had become someone else and time was running out as her mask began to crack.

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Laurna Guiste

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The mazed mind

My mind some say it’s a maze, take time to gaze and peer a little deeper you may just be amazed. My place of solace,from a draconian world. My place to calm emotional storms and grow mentally. My escape to memories long lost, may have even gathered moss; yet like a child I retreat to a theatre of mix emotions anger, sadness and joy. My black hole where I conceal pampered wishes of secret sentiments, that will remain in the Rein’s of my mind because every man requires an empress in his life even if they are just a friend. It’s all said best in the mind where nothing at all is said this sweet surrender when the eyes are closed and u can feel your own heartbeat.

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Thoughts of a blogger on a overcast Sunday afternoon..

It’s a lazy Sunday and it has been hot all week,today however it’s a bit overcast and I’m just laying in bed. The local radio station plays in the back ground,as my dad snores in the hammock,waving off mosquitoes. The Caribbean weather is so unpredictable and moody,it’s like mother nature is on her period.Hot and sunny one second scattered showers the next.

I’m laying here thinking if what bikini I’ll get for the Summer and the beaches and rivers I’d like to visit. Have you ever made plans and when the time comes for them to be executed you change your mind. Why do we humans do that tho,I love making plans,I’m always writing goals down.

I would like to believe I execute mostly all of them,but what about those I don’t. What about those big, life changing goals,the ones that would financially advance us why do we sometimes put them off?

I guess feelings change,we lose people who could have helped us,we don’t have the money and so many reasons why we didn’t become that astronaut.

I bet in years to come we’re gonna wish we did take that trip to the moon or just that trip around the corner to meet that new neighbor.

I challenge us,me included to stop putting things off out of fear,out of fear of leaving our comfort zones,let’s try at least to burst through the box of comfort and live a lil more.

Hope you’re enjoying your weekend #caribbean blogger#girlswhoblog

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Laurna Guiste

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Mom,kudos to you,I love you and I always will.(Rip)

So,I’m here sitting at church with all these accolades being given to moms and I can’t help but miss my mom. It’s been six years since my mom’s passing and it feels like yesterday. I lost my mom to cancer and just thinking about those last days,moments in the hospital is heart wrenching.

I’d never been to a hospital,or sat at the wards before,and just sitting by her bed side holding her frail hands with all the tubes in them,you just feel so helpless. The worst part about seeing someone you love sick is the feeling that you can’t do anything to ease their pain. Those were one of the worst moments of my life and the only way I could deal was numb my feelings. That was way worst since I spent lots of time crying out the tears I’d kept back for so long. Every memory with her was so precious,I’m the last so you know I was spoilt and she was my go to person.

My mom and I would stay up late watching my favorite movies and she made jokes just to make me laugh,she said she loved my laugh and she also loved movies. Her favorite singers were Elvis Presley and Jim Reeves,her actors were Shawn Cornrey and Charles Brunson I believe she had an eye for classical studs lol. My mom had the kindest heart,always giving,sharing never encouraged gossip. I believe I’m like her in many ways,a devoted and loving wife and mother.

My mom was my human sized teddy bear,was always there to give me a hug and kiss when I needed it and when I needed to hear those three words free from lies and lust but full of truth,warmth,unconditional she was that person. No love can compare to that of a mother’s, none can replace it.

I end encouraging you to love your mother,your queen because she loves you in her own way and form. Appreciate her,hug and tell her how much you love her she needs to know it and feel it.

So If I’m not too late,Happy Mother’s day to all you mother’s in bloggerland.

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Laurna Guiste

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Smile more,worry less…

Never leave with regrets since we got one life to live,and we just don’t know when it will be our last day on this earth. The longer I dwell on this planet the more I realize we experience loss,especially loss of a love one and that is one of the deepest pain I’ve felt. The worst part is there is no remedy for the loss of a love one except the old phrase,time heals all wounds but does it.

No level of detachment can prepare you for the stings of death. You just have to ask God to give you the strength and peace to make it through. So until you catch your last breath, celebrate those around you and live with a purpose. Stop worrying,as it solves nothing,stop frowning as tension and stress increases disease.

May we live to follow purpose,mission,destiny and reach out to those who act like they don’t need it. Let’s live with no regrets and love deeply.

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A teary weekend and a dose of mercy.

How was your weekend? I hope it was better than mine,for mine was a mess of tears,wrapped in self pity,but at least it ended well.

My best friend and I had a pretty heated argument and we swore we were gonna throw away years of a good friend ship just because we couldn’t see eye to eye Sunday morning.

It started with me not being able to sleep the night before,lying wide awake,questioning my existence and if I’m doing my fair share of what God called me to do. I believe self examination is very important, seeing where you are and where you should be or can do to get there. So it was a restless night,and the next morning my friend and I exchanged our usual morning greetings and during our usual talk we speak of out rest and dreams which we share. So I mentioned my self examination episode and yes she wanted to encourage me but she used some words that didn’t sit well with me. I’ve noticed that I do rather get angry quickly shameful I know,and it’s something I need to fix. Anyways the argument began with both of us getting defensive and from the looks of it we were both where we didn’t wana be and it hurt. So the talk challenged us and instead of fighting the problem we thought each other.

Long argument short she spent the Sunday night and half of yesterday not speaking to me,and I couldn’t stop crying over what a mess we’d made out of a simple topic. At one point I was convinced I could leave without this friend,this hurt was to painful to forget. The more I dwelt on it,the more I missed her,then she messaged me saying she forgave me and I angrily said I forgave her,but the pain Still lingered and I still wanted to hurt her,hence I hadn’t really forgave her.

It’s so easy to say we forgive someone but God always tests us to see if we did,and if we really got His love in our hearts. My friend hurt me so dearly and I hurt her too,but here she was saying she forgave me,well it took some more crying and lots of prayer for peace,strength and courage to let it go. I had to come at peace with myself, and forgive her for me not even her. I had to fish out the good from the bad,and today we spoke rather pleasantly.

God has taught me these lessons over and over,the lesson of forgiveness and repentance. How hurt He feels when we willfully sin,mess up and come back to Him to wipe our slates clean.

Our sin hurts God deeply,and I believe so much that He cries,cause He loves us so much.

I felt the heart of God amidst my pain and it helped me to realize how unworthy yet how loved we are as Believers.

My encouragement to you today is if you’re hurting please bring that hurt to God and allow Him to heal you,to give you peace and courage to deal. If you’ve fallen run to God,and know His mercy are everlasting and He is forgiving. Lastly know our sin hurts God a lot and He loves us more than we can ever imagine. Be encouraged that He cares and He loves you.

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Laurna Guiste

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Hikes,hot springs and a tad for traveling heavy..

Travel light he says, it’s a hike, most you’ll need is water, and he being a photographer felt it ideal to hold his camera. That wasn’t going to be easy for me, knowing I’m the girl who never travels light even when she really wants to. I always feel the need to hold stuff in case such an such a scenario arises, I hold extra food, clothing, water and extra clothes because there was always this one time I under packed and I deeply regretted it, hence I believe it left me paranoid and ever since I feel the need to hold extra.
So my friend of over four years decided we should go on this hike from my village Point Mitchell to the next village Soufriere a 4.4mile hike. Soufriere being a lovely village of beaches and hot springs ,he particularly wanted to visit the hot springs since he recently sprained his shoulder, he said he needed the springs healing properties ,I personally needed the walk to burn off some extra calories.
So that morning started off being a bit overcast and before the hike I rushed to town to buy a “few” necessities and before I knew it I was in town for over two hours and hauling several grocery bags. I hurriedly messaged my friend Jackson to apologize for my tardiness when I told him I wouldn’t be late. He laughed and assured me it was ok as we had the whole day. I got back home and quickly prepared two sandwiches got my back pack held some snacks and one grocery bag with water and energy drinks and out the door I went.
At that time it was noon and the sun was out in full blast, I wished we had gone earlier, with me already exhausted from my early morning shopping my energy levels were down. I waited on Jackson and decided not to think about it too much, he eventually arrived with nothing but a back pack, a huge grin on his face and a huge umbrella. I found it a bit extra and funny at first but proved to save our behinds when we began walking, that sun was blasting our skins and that umbrella seemed like the only oasis to us. We were a little distance just above my village, undertaking a twirling road that had me sweating profusely, “Can you make it?”he asked I shook my head up and down but my body seemed to say no, I wanted this hike so bad but here I was struggling just a few minutes in, vehicles were passing us often and I tried hiding the embarrassed look on my face. We made it to the top of that the road which was u flat, which I was grateful for. I began to notice the trees properly and green mountain capes and the hike began to seem doable, then Jackson eyed his watch and decided to stop a bus. We hopped on and he explained that we wouldn’t be able to make it in time as it was nearing 1pm. The bus ride proved him correct, it was rather lengthy but what lovely sights his camera missed, and he couldn’t catch them on a moving bus.
We safely made it to Soufriere and the villager’s eyes were curious but welcoming, I noticed the paint was chipping on some of the wooden houses, and the children were shirtless, careless and free running up and down the road. We met up with a small group of villager’s looking at a cricket match being played on the field. Jackson made out one of his friends that was playing fieldsman and he hid behind a tree and took his picture. The trees were majestic aligned on both sides on the amazing road that lead to the springs, and we were soon greeted by scouts in their green berets running down the roads.

 

Jackson soon began taking pictures of me and next thing I knew I was demonstrating model behavior in a knee high jeans, a worn tennis shoe and colored vest, I felt so ordinary but Jackson hunger for building his portfolio made him take several snaps as possible. Trees and more trees, guava, coconut, mangoes all sorts of tropical trees welcomed us to their part of the village. The mountain wore several shades of green, creating a spectacular background; I thanked God I resided in such a lovely place. A group of young girls arrived as soon as we made it to the parking lot before the springs; there was this huge clearing an information center which was currently closed, two wooden houses with washrooms and exchange rooms.

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As we got closer the scent of sulfur hung in the air welcoming us to its serenity, there was this huge sulfur pool where several kids were playing, Jackson and I decided to go higher into the forest to the pools that were more secluded and private. The forest was covered in dead leaves and stones and sulfur rich soils created a path leading us to three amazing pools.

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The First one was rather lukewarm so we went to the second one, which was way hotter. Our bodies eventually adjusted to the temperature and we sat back, as we were engulfed by sulfuric waters that soothed our minds, bodies and spirits. Cleansing from all stress and trauma and flowing out our systems,cleaning our pores from blemish and scars. Melting our aches and releasing them back out into the dirt where it belongs. Jackson and I sat back and enjoyed each other’s company and the lovely island in which we were born.

Thanks for taking time out to read my blog, keep following as I take you along my adventures as a blogger.

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Laurna Guiste

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Nature Isle of the Caribbean,DOMINICA.

Hi guys, My name is Laurna and for those of you who recently started following my blog i say welcome and thank you,i do hope your visit to my page brings you as much joy as writing does to me. In this blog here i have a link which leads to a vid showing the most beautiful features of where i live, my lovely country,island Dominica,please take the time out to watch the entire vid and tell me what you think,and do visit us soon,you are soo welcome. Do enjoy!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_Pdj9iUcrs