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When nothing seems to be working

Hi Guys,

Laurna here,i know its been a while since I’ve been on WordPress,months to be exact and just trying to get on has been a little frustrating  to say the least as I couldn’t remember my password. I mean geez! I know embarrassing but blame it on living in a technological obsessed world,using more than 10 passwords and login information just to do my everyday work things can get confusing and passwords do get  mixed up or maybe I’m just getting old.

Anyways it feels so good to be back,and lately I have been living my best life,lol well if putting on a few pounds whist eating the most amazing meals indicates a happy life well I’ve been living my friends. Well like everything it comes with a price and a big butt,larger hips and growing tummy and cheeks are what are to pay for it.  I have been trying to diet and in the past I have succeeded at these get slim quick things,I have loved exercising and have gotten the time to. But lately its just not happening for me,I mean my discipline is not what it used to be and I lack consistency. So what used to work before I am having difficulty keeping up with it now. My taste buds have been wrestling with me like a kid with a tantrum who spits out the tasteless peas .

I have a few things working against me,for one my hours of work has changed I usually wake late and come  home in the evenings too tired to do any form of exercising. Secondly I am always tired,too tired to prepare these fancy healthy lunches and I am just too tired. But when you look at it closely they are nothing but excuses,and when it comes to being healthy there is no amount of price that is too big to pay.

So,if I want definite results I have to really push myself,get out of my comfort zone and make the necessary adjustments. I am self motivated hence why these positive affirmations of what needs to be done but it is not easy. I started  the  all Oats diet and couldn’t go through with its tastelessness ,been trying to return to the Atkins diet or at least try the Keto and its just not happening. Vegetables has been expensive and eating out has become the norm,but at the end of it my nice clothes are no longer fitting,I get breathless quickly and my face don’t look as cute. So losing weight is a must for me!

It feels like nothing is working when really I have not been as consistent and determined as I should be. I need to want this, I need to organize a plan that best fits my schedule and stick to it. I am currently on a bet with my best friend to lose 40lbs by January,it is attainable and I can do it,but it is going to take a lot of work and me pushing myself.

So bloggers that’s one of my latest challenges  and maybe today you too a struggling with attaining something could also be with weight loss,maybe its with a job,a relationship a specific goal whatever it is, it may not always come easy. But do know that nothing good comes easy and good things come to those who not only pray but work for it. Your hard work will one day pay off,and you will be so much prouder of yourself because you know you deserve every ounce of it and you did it, no one else but you and God. So do join me if you dare to lunch forward with determination,perseverance and a no quit attitude till you see results.

From your blogger friend

Laurna Guiste

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HOURGLASS FIGURES(Interview with the trainer)

 

Walks in about 8 minutes late into the interview with sport like attire, black, felted hat and head phones with a smile on his face. Ezekiel Royer better known as Tiraww quiet demeanor is what first strikes me, as he greets me.

Coming from the community of Bath Estate, this 32 year old man (who looks about 26) sits and tells me about his life. Coming from a Christian home Ezekiel had a proper upbringing, he was often soft spoken and quiet individual, though his troublesome ways could not escape him. Being very troublesome Ezekiel found school years were somewhat of a challenge, but yet he prevailed.

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Mr. Royer possesses many talents such as vlogging, gardening, modeling, hiking (member of the Next Level Hiking group).

At age 13 he fell sick and was often in and out of the health center, one visit proved he had a high trance of sugar in his blood. This set an alarm for Ezekiel knowing his grandmother died from such a disease, he became determined not to follow a similar fate. That became the genesis of an alternative life style, he decided to change his diet, get involved in Sports such as being on the track team and drink lots of water per day.

His love for the track field drove him to become coach for his old primary school for three years, working with students, giving rise to a few successful runners.

Ezekiel’s breakthrough did not come until he heard about this trainer in Barbados Kenny Griffin, visiting the island to give a training course in Cardio Vascular Respiratory disease fitness. The announcement was made at church and his friend advised him to join, since he was known to be sporty.  The training course was over a weekend and there he obtained his certificate in being a certified physical Community Exercise Leader.

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Ezekiel  being a certified trainer was the stepping stone that paved the way to him starting his own personal training business named Hourglass fitness. Locals nick named him Tirawww a name derived from his love for hip  hop and artist Tyga who started a shoe  collection  called Tirawww,which Ezekiel named his youtube channel after.

The name Hourglass Figures speaks for itself as it is for individuals who desire to have not only an awesome shape but be in excellent health. The training are for persons up to the ages of 50, though he has mostly worked with persons in the health district as nurses, he works with anyone willing to put in the work to get definite results. Persons to include 2017 Carnival Queen

Winner Jade Romain, he was her personal trainer for months before earning that crown.

Ezekiel’s training includes private one on one training, gym, fun exercises as his motto is fitness made fun.

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He offers one day session for $10(ec), monthly price of $90.00(ec) plus $15 for membership and personal one on one training sessions for $150.00(ec). This trainer stands out as he exercises lots of patience with his clients as he recalls his struggles of when he started off, his amicable nature also causes him to be approachable and easy to train with.

Taking his training sessions to the spontaneous places like the beach, gardens and the stadium. Though his biggest challenge has been getting his own spot to train in as finance has been a burden but he has found ways of making it work, For one he has partnered with a local gym to use their equipment and he gets a small amount of the profit, but the results he gives a well worth it.

He enjoys helping people and assisting them in their physical fitness goals and overall making them healthier.

The interview ends with him stating that being a trainer is no easy road, but being a good trainer is the best teacher”

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Ezekiel can be contacted at 1(767)285-2047. Hourglass Fitness,fitness made fun

Ezekiel can be contacted at 1(767)285-2047,

@tirawww767 IG
trawww836@gmail.com

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Laurna Guiste

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Feeling stuck

What have you been up to lately? I am currently stuck on a piece and everything has been difficult,down to the images are being hard to lay my hands on..sigh. I hope that means it’s going to be a great read.Currently frustrated and letting weeks pass by without posting because I am busy working on a paper smh,may I vent.

Hope you guys are having a great week,I have recently started watching Game of thrones and drinking unsweetened chocolate tea before bed,do i sound like an old lady or a frustrated, normal, young  adult enjoying the little moments life offers.

This is an impromptu write,see you guys soon with something a little more interesting.

One Love

Signed Laurna

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Chronicles of a Woman’s mind

Women hold grudges,years pass by and we hold unto it closer than we hug our best friends..

She hated work ,Alice felt like she was being haunted by all her past lovers as  she wore insecurity as a daily garment,worn in rag like attire,not pretty at all,rather uncomfortable. She often felt embarrassed that others could see its dirty edges beneath her formal wear  and most likely they did.

Alice had many boyfriends or guys she got close to,flirted with foreplay  which ended before she even knew she was in a game of being heart broken. She felt prey to many situation ships and it added to her grotesque robe of pity and hatred.

Alice couldn’t bear seeing her exes lovers or girlfriends as she often compared her self to them living her incomplete and unhappy. Life seemed to be cruel to Alice as she began seeing them more often.

She felt life was unfair as they seemed to be on every road she strutted  upon,at every corner,she felt the envy at every meeting,the long,hard stares,the awkward silence,the gazes,she felt they knew her stories because she was stupid enough to share them with him.

Alice was like many women creating her own monsters in her head,fighting her existence,trying to prove herself to her allies that she too was worthy. Jealousy choked her like a heavy bead necklace she couldn’t dare rest at the dressing table before bed at night.

She compared her curves,her eyes,her hands,lips to hers,her reflection in the mirror was never kind as she thought he’d always prefer hers.

Alice was living a lie,sealed in a shell of self deception as she held unto something that was no longer in her grip. She had to fight off the demon of her insecurity and be grounded in who she is and love that person fiercely.

Alice owed it to herself to let go, move on,be strong and be free from comparisons and be and LOVE her individual self as God would desire her too.

Chronicles of a Woman’s Mind..

Written by Laurna Guiste

 

 

 

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Happy International Women’s Day

Strong Women,may we know them,may we raise them may we be them..

Untapped Reservoir,so lays the depth of the talent of women,

Unappreciated are the detailed work that we conceive, yet like the certainty of the sun of each new day,we rise,we love,we bear,

Like a tree,planted,our roots have gotten stronger with time as we learn the lessons of the season,

We are beautiful,understated is our strength and wisdom.

We are often overlooked,underpaid,placed on pedestals,failing to make the cut,

Yet we keep blooming,glowing we keep growing,

Forced to wear the pants,

Getting dirty and working hard,becoming our own bosses

Designing our tresses,despite the stresses of being told we’re not lovely or smart enough,

We’ve become tough,we’ve studied the books and we’re coming out.

raising to the tops,

We’re women,man with a womb,not intended to be mocked or ridiculed, or treated less than,

So here we are,doing what we need to do, cause no one aint got us like we got us boo.

So cheers to all women,red, yellow and green,tall,short and in between,

Raise your glass,take a bow,you’re a queen

Written by

Laurna Guiste

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Ever so near

Love is taking time to walk,to hear to listen

Love is in the patience,the showing up,the calls..

Love is wrapped in blankets of hugs,kisses,a cup of coffee,a surprised visit

A  simple hello a rub on the back,a touch of the hand,means so much

to one who feels like life has stopped.

Parents joy are their children,I believe  nothing could cause more pain than as in the show of neglect,lack of respect shown from a child to their parent,

Seeing the ones they have raised,breast fed and helped turn their backs on them

Love is in listening to their stories,laughing their jokes and spending the time,

Time that can never be forgotten or gotten back,

For time for them is limited and so dear

So today,take the time off to care and be ever so near.

Written by

Laurna Guiste

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Pops Restaurant Review

Pops Restaurant is situated in the heart of the primary town of Dominica,Roseau. A cozy little restaurant with an american theme,modern architecture with red drapes at the windows onlooking into the streets. I step in and feel quite welcomed.

Greeted by the staff at the counter after I scrolled through the offered menu i decided on the “Grand Slam” an all inclusive big breakfast pf champions just to be informed that they do not have eggs or sausages. i frowned and ordered- bacon,buttered toast,pancakes and iced tea.

My appetite dances and is highly anticipating of the meal it is about to receive,which my palates are  already thankful for. I am served within 15 minutes but i stare in disbelief as the young waitress brings a white Styrofoam container to my table along with a plastic fork in a white napkin. I opened the container to find my ordered breakfast squeezed together,toast, pancakes and bacon  all over each other. The iced tea was also in a Styrofoam cup. I did not understand the reason for having such cheap table wear at an upscale looking restaurant. I did expect silverware folks and a knife please,a glass and a porclein plate at least,I did say I was going to stay in the restaurant to eat it and not take it home with me.I also had to wait to use the syrup as it was being passed around.

 

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Nonetheless I took a bite and to my horror the pancakes were bitter,the bacon was salty and the iced tea could have taken more sugar. The only palatable item was the buttered toast. Forced to tear through the bacon and pancakes with my hands since i was not given a knife. I placed my focus elsewhere to escape this torture i placed upon myself. To add insult to injury two young boys entered the restaurant for tea and were very loud and obnoxious, laughing very loudly without stopping and refusing the waitresses demand to step outside or be quiet.

I emitted that place before I could see how long they could keep up with their lack of discipline

That restaurant was not what I expected and fell below expectations in several areas. The ambiance is good but the food doesn’t fall through with what is surmised.

I rate this restaurant at a 2.4 rating .

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Laurna Guiste

 

 

 

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It’s Friday..

It’s Friday and I’m leaving the office,stepping over the noises of the familiar voices I’ve been hearing all week. My bag is heavy on my side,it holds  my lap top and my makeup i have my lunch bag in my hand,I sigh it’s been a long week,but a good one.

I’ts a carnival weekend,a festive one,a season where women get excused for dressing up and parading the streets with next to nothing on. A weekend of anticipated drunkenness and reveling the streets. But I’m stepping out just thankful it’s another TGIF,a phrase that’s being trended all over the world today and yes I’m thankful.

Before I could get hold of the door,he stops me,or I stop him,he says he hates me for always leaving without saying good bye,I smile and turn to face him and tapping him on the shoulder “Oh I forgot to tell you,be safe this weekend,don’t drink and drive”

“Again” he corrects me

“Again”now a crowd is forming,more of my co workers are leaving.His eyes never leaves me,I smile”Good bye Sam”

I make my way towards Cat Cafe on King George the fifth Street,this small, rustic restaurant that sells crepes and coffee. I know the owner,she’s french,I actually liked to work there. Now it’s just where I hang occasionally,I order the Cat Cafe,the coffee with the white frosting on top,sprinkled with cinnamon. I breathe in deeply,

Thank God it’s Friday..

Written by

Laurna Guiste

 

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Continuing the Legacy

 

Sitting at home, reminiscing my brother’s great work and poetry and how much he loved to write, he would wake in the middle of the night, with a phrase or thought and placing it together the next day. Like sewing stitches of words, Staying hours and days placing haikus and finding the perfect rhythm, poetry was my brother’s playground and he knew it well.

His love for the arts, Shakespear, accolards, Derek Walcot, Myer Angelou, all the greats whom he emulated, the way he spoke of their work in such great admiration.

I don’t believe he knew just how much I admired him and wanted to write a quarter of how great he wrote, he inspired the very passion out of me. I can humbly admit he was my biggest fan and I pursued writing because he made it sound like a world of adventure and indeed it is. I remembered when I was about ten years old, I wrote stories just so he could read it over and over and give his feedback and he would always be impressed and would boast that there was something about my writing that just stood out. His words of encouragement were so valuable because they came from someone whom I considered a pro at the art of writing.

I followed the path of writing because he led the way, he decked the walls of literacy with words that popped out at you and ignited your imagination, his words and works created a world I was born in but didn’t yet discover, and I am glad he embarked on  the path.

When I lost my brother during Tropical Storm Ericka in 2016,I felt that the artistic part of me sort of died too, with him being gone I felt no one was left to guide or inspire me. I believe one of his purposes was to help me to crawl, maybe stand and now it’s up to me to walk.  No one can get me to the other side but me.

When I won the Outstanding Youth in Literary Arts award in 2016 I felt he deserved that, it was all him and I did dedicate it to his humble heart and amazing existence.

My brother David was my muse and as he’s gone I realize that he can’t be replaced but I know he would want me to continue writing. I know his legacy is intended to live on through me and I pray that I won’t disappoint and that as he did I will find inspiration through all things. I will not quit or keep making excuses; I will give fan to the flames which he started.

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Laurna Guiste

 

 

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In his hands..

In his hands..

In his hand I became a pistel, cold, lucid, lethal and deadly, I was whatever he wanted me to be, I was a crayon being crushed in the art of love making, being brewed in his cup of tea, becoming empty as he poured all of me, in the process I lost my identity and became bitter, wounded, like a battered tree,

Misused and abused I lost my leaves in each passing season, every weather left me cold and tear drops were normal. The weakness between my legs made me miss his company, miss his scent as lay next to me, that tiny moment I felt wanted, and felt maybe he would change and love me.

Months turned to years and we are still fighting, arguing over spilled milk, because they reminded him of  her breast, the scent reminds him of his mother, as he laid on her chest and instead of feeding him, she poisoned his childhood, told him he would be no good, and her bitterness has carved him into the man who doesn’t know how to treat a woman.

His actions molded by his past, trying to fight to be better but instead he becomes bitter and full of hate, me trying to relate but falling short, because I am used to being loved and in the end we are both left broken.

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Laurna  Guiste