Goals

"There's nothing to be ashamed of when when you fail to do something great. When you go out on a limb, sometimes you fly and sometimes the limb breaks. Even if you end up lying on your back with branches poking your butt cheeks, at least you have a great view of the stars."

-Jennette Fulda

So here I am again basically at the beginning...again. 

Those of you who have struggled with weight can relate.  

I have had many successes in the weight loss arena. However, I never made the changes permanent. I take full responsibility for my actions. I am easily swayed. I am immature in this area of my life. I just think that it is unfair that I cannot eat whatever I want, when I want.  I have similar problems with money management. My sisters do  not seem to have the money management problem and only a few of us have the weight problems...so the problem isn't how I was raised.  

I would like to blame it on my ADD. I am naturally ADD. I am pretty sure I was born this way. It's a part of who I am now and for the most part I embrace it. Because of my ADD I see things most of you miss. I always see the sunset no matter how glorious or bland it is, no matter what else is going on around me. I see the colors and admire whatever visual blessing God has bestowed on us that day. If there were a shining diamond in the grass I would be the first to see it's glint.  I feel as I am in several different places at once. I might be cooking dinner, but my mind may be appreciating the newest Sam Hunt song and writing this blog all at the same time. I also have a unique ability to close everything else out. If I am reading or writing it is hard to get my attention. 

Because of these things, it is very hard for me to "diet." If someone has left cookies in the workroom for everyone, I will eat one and not even think about my resolve to get healthy.  I will curse myself after I remember my resolution 3/4 through the cookie, which is way past the point of stopping.

For the most part I enjoy working out. I am a natural athlete and I get frustrated that my n=body can no longer do what it once could. That needs to change.

So what is my starting point. Well I am technically obese. I hate that word... OHHHBEeeeeSE...It sounds like "Ole' Beast. The word in itself is an insult.

So since I don't know you, I am not going to put my numerical weight out there. You can follow me my progress by viewing this handy chart I created.

There is no rhyme or reason to this chart. These aren't equal intervals, and they don't mean anything besides small goals I want to hit along the way. So don't try to figure out my system...you never will.

Currently I am 7 pounds down from my highest weight ever.

Other than that I am currently decently healthy. I have a few health problems, but I will discuss all that in a later post.

So there you go. I am going to get healthy. I am going to lose weight.

As my friend RuthXXX used to say, "Carpe Diem!"

The Over-Planning Procrastinator

I have decided that I spend entirely too much time thinking and planning about writing and not enough time actually doing it.

This has become a problem.

I used to be a decent blogger with a small audience. Back then I just blogged. I didn't think about my audience much or about "content." I just blogged about my life, my emotions, and my relationships. I was shielded behind a screen name and so I had no fear about what I put out into the cyber-universe. If it entered my head, it hit my blog. I made quite a few relationships from that time with other women, and many of them I still keep in contact with today. (A shout out to my 3FC in Exile Girls! Woot! Woot!!) Back then I was rewarded with comments...even if a few did sting..."Did you really need to eat  600+ calories of dark chocolate!?!!"  (No, LindaT, I didn't and you were right and I have not done that ever again. I learned my lesson.) The relationships fed my need to write, and so I wrote.

Somewhere along the way I became a planner, not a "doer." When I decided to take this writing thing a bit more seriously, all of the sudden my words ground to a halt. The fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants-writer in me was slowly replaced with a more careful, more adult, procrastinator who does way more planning than writing. My words now seem to come only in spurts and gushes and often at the most inopportune times-while I am away from my computer.

Part of the problem is I am no longer anonymous. To make a living writing...which I am not doing at this time...you are required to actually put yourself out there...your entire self. You know my name and can find me on Facebook and Instagram if you look hard enough. You will see my deepest darkest secrets and maybe  even interpret some that aren't there. That's pretty scary stuff!  The world is a dark, scary, and mean place and oftentimes I would rather just hide in a hole than to face the bitterness of it.  I learned some hard lessons when Facebook arrived and all of the sudden I wasn't anonymous, but naively put my true self "out there."  I was going through a rough patch and had more people (AKA "friends") talk behind my back than I can probably count. Of course some of that nonsense got back to me, and my "friend's list" got smaller because of it.

Nowadays, I hold my words a lot closer to my chest. (Though I doubt my Facebook friends would think so.) My words are an intimate part of me, and I am tender-hearted. My heart is easily broken and a snippet of something I say is a direct representation of myself in a minute moment...I have learned what I think and what I feel are constantly changing. I am a work in progress.

  I am not sure how much I am willing to put out there for you, the "big bad world," to analyze and over analyze.  I am not up to being beat up online by some pimply-ass loser who lives in his grandma's basement and hides behind his computer screen. I can hold my own online and have had to do it many times before, but is that what I want to do all day?...moderate comments and argue with hateful losers who want to pick my every flaw until they are huge, gaping wounds?

And yet...despite the risk...I feel this is something I need to do. Writing has always been a part of who I am, and a fear that someone may attack me online should not hold me back from pursuing what I want.

I am going to give this writing-from-my-heart-thing a definite try.  I think I have something to say and even if it is of no importance to anyone other than myself... than that is okay.

The "Civil" War

Those Yankees ain’t never liked us…

Ever since the Great Divide they have called us names,

Inbred,

uneducated,

backwards,

redneck,

traitors

They still judge us for the “crimes” that our ancestors committed

not caring we are a proud, but changed people.

Oppressin’ the culture.
Stiflin’ our speech.
Bannin’ our flag.
And blasphemin’ our religion.

They never had the balls to stand up for what they believed…

They bent over and accept whatever Big Brother gave ‘em

Like baby birds accepting whatever scraps that are dropped into their wanton beaks,

weak,
 helpless,
whipped into submission,

beggin’ for more crumbs from a glutton government
 attempting to suppress their God-given right to fly

Claiming free speech for anyone and everyone,

Except those with Christ as their role model.

To them, Southern pride is synonymous with racism

and hatred

because they cannot begin to understand that a war nearly 2 centuries ago

has made us,

A battle for Civil Rights has changed us,

the blood of our brothers still screams from the very soil where we toil;

and while we don’t embrace our heritage of slavery,

we still are proud that our ancestors stood up for what they believed in

No matter what side they were on.

Because they fought.

They died for what they thought was right.

And Jesus says dying for your friends is an honorable death.

We Southerners are a strong people,

A proud people,

A patriotic people,

And we will fight for our Bible, our guns, our constitution, our freedom to speak, and our flags

“Yearning to wave free…”

Oppression has been cast from here!

Not by no Yankee’s doing,

But by our own bloodied hands.

And we won’t be tolerating

 any injustice now.

Copyright Melody Bills-Hubbard 2016. No use without the express written consent of the author.

What the Qu'ran really says about...well, everyone else.

So many Americans are truly ignorant about what the Muslim religion has to say about them.  There should be no confusion. If you are anything other than a radicalized Islamist, than they believe you should die. Here are some direct quotes pulled from the Qu'ran to show you exactly what those Islamists that our President wants to bring into our country want to do to you, your loved ones and your children given the chance.


Fyi...An infidel is anyone who does not practice Islam. 

Quran 5:33 “Maim and crucify the infidels if they criticize Islam”

Quran 8:12 “Terrorize and behead those who believe in scriptures other than the Qur’an.”

Quran 8:60 “Muslims must muster all weapons to terrorize the infidels."

Quran 2:191 “Slay the unbelievers wherever you find them."

Quran 3:28 “Muslims must not take the infidels as friends”

Quran 3:85 “Any religion other than Islam is not acceptable”

Quran 5:33 “Maim and crucify the infidels if they criticize Islam”

Quran 8:12 “Terrorize and behead those who believe in scriptures other than the Qur’an.”

Quran 8:60 “Muslims must muster all weapons to terrorize the infidels.”

Quran 8:65 “The unbelievers are stupid; urge the Muslims to fight them.”

Quran 9:5 “When opportunity arises kill the infidels wherever you catch them.”

Quran 9:30 “The Jews and the Christians are perverts; fight them"

Quran 9:123 “Make war on the infidels living in your neighborhood.”

Quran 22:19 “Punish the unbelievers with garments of fire, hooked iron rods, boiling water; melt their skin and bellies.”

Quran 47:4 “Do not hanker for peace with the infidels; behead them when you catch them.”


So next time the mainstream media tries to tell you that this is a peaceful religion, use your brain. They are taught to kill, rape, maim, and terrorize. Do not be duped into believing anything else. Not all Muslims are terrorists, however all Muslims read and believe the above instructions.  

Generation Xbox has no sense of humor.

Yesterday while on G+,  I came across this adorable picture.

Which spurred these ridiculously, overly butt-hurt comments from the PC zombies.  

Yes, because Justin Beiber is the standard for "doing well in life" and everyone else is jealous. 

Yeah, because whoever created this meme has the secret ability to kill people with a simple "like."  

Because liking a sarcastic post will certainly "Send you to hell."  

You would think by now the Xbox generation would have figured out that "sticks and stones can break your bones but words can never hurt you."

But these are the uber-sensitive, overly emotional children of Gen X-ers who have been coddled all their lives, given trophies for 9th place, and have  no real understanding how life really works. 

With their obsession with Snapchat and Xbox you would think they would understand that one can not be killed from a meme posted to a floundering social network.

These kids are not going to be fun to hang out with as adults. 

Cringe.

Intolerance is an ugly word.

So if I re-post a dear friends correct quote of the Quran verses that tell Islamic followers to kill all people who don't believe as they do, then I hate all Muslims? If I argue for a stronger response to ISIS and a stronger border to prevent the Paris tragedy from happening here, then I am intolerant and must hate all Muslims? If I am a Christian, and proud of it, then I must hate all Muslims? It is so funny how people assume you are hate-filled and intolerant when you don't agree with their pansy, love everyone, fairytale. This is real. It is happening. It WILL happen here. How quickly we forget the horror of 9/11...the fear we all had in our hearts for days, months... The sick feeling we carried with us in the pit of our stomach, the disbelief, the horror, the anger! We learned then you can not reason or compromise with terrorists. You can't politically defeat them with treaties. You can't stop cowardly murderers by showing a peaceful hand.

I wish you could, but you CAN'T.

Maniacs will always cause hysteria. They don't understand anything but violence. So to defeat them you must respond with violence.

And punish the countries that are funding them, but that is a different post...

So even though I think that all civilized countries should coordinate to wipe ISIS off the face of the Earth, that doesn't mean I believe all Muslims should be punished for the crimes of a few.

I would like to see peaceful Muslims speak out and  speak loudly and denounce the crimes of their brothers. However whether out of fear or that they  silently agree with the terror, they have not.

That still doesn't mean I hate them.

I am sick of people assuming because my stance is different from theirs that I am intolerant or ignorant. They want tolerance, but only if one believes as they do.

So who is intolerant now?

The Cosby Controversy

Read my articles featured on Writedge and My dailytwocents about the Cosby Rape Controversy. Just close the windows when done to return to my blog.

You Fooled Us Mr. Cosby

Musician Janis Ian Decribes Encounter with Cosby