I’m new to the world of online fitness trackers, but since I need one for a class this upcoming Fall semester, I thought I’d better go ahead and purchase one and make myself familiar with it before it’s actually time to use it. I chose to go with one of the models offered by Fitbit. The design I chose is worn much like a bracelet with all the functionality of a watch and so much more. I’m not really interested in receiving text alerts via wrist, so I only use it for the sole purpose of tracking steps. Along with counting steps, calories and miles are calculated too. The usb type dongle that came with the fitness tracker allows me to synch up and keep a record of it all via an online account. Did I mention all the other functions that the account boasts, like water intake, food intake and the sleep tracker. But I’ve found out that tracking my sleep may not be such a good thing. I can feel well rested but as soon as I log into my Fitbit account and see the number of times the tracker recorded restlessness throughout my nights, I’m immediately exhausted. Having no knowledge of being restless, perhaps I readjusted the blankets, unconsciously fluffed my pillow, rolled over in the midst of a dream, or perhaps woke to use the restroom and upon getting back into bed, fell once more into that trance-like sleep. All is well with the Universe until I see 5, 11, 17 moments of restlessness during my sleep and then I feel like the walking dead.
Also because I purchased the fitness tracker for a class, I’m more interested in tracking my Monday-Friday movement as opposed to my weekend movement. Even those on diets have ‘cheat days’. So every Friday night before I hit the sack, Fitbit comes off as I opt out of wearing it during the night or the duration of the weekend. *Photo: Fitbit Alta
I’ve been told that I entered this world with no hair. Nope! Not even a little. Congratulations Ma’am! It’s a bald baby girl! All of that heartburn was not in vain. Although my mother delivered a baby with no hair, I’d soon make up for it. Thick. Wavy. Coarse. A head full of jet black hair. My momma said it’s my blessing. My crown and glory. Ok Mommy Dearest! I do believe we’ve misinterpreted the ‘good book’. I ain’t Sampson, there is no Delilah and cutting my hair, Heavens forbid, will not be my demise! Still. This is the home environment I grew up in. Can you cut your hair? Gasp! Imagine my mothers horror the first time I got a little scissor happy. Much to her chagrin, I’ve been snipping ever since! I grew up in a society that has been known to decide a person’s worth based on…
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I am my hair. Often adorned and embellished, this external extension of me, this visual exterior show of me. Be it long, short or somewhere in between, there is no denying that I am my hair. Internal factors sometimes directly affect our hair. Those that employ some semblance of a healthy regimen (diet and lifestyle) are rewarded with vibrant, lustrous hair. Stress can literally wreak havoc on a head of hair! Causing dry, brittle hair and serious breakage. Hair loss is sometimes the result of side effects of medicines and aggressive medical treatments (see hair loss and chemotherapy, http://www.healthline.com/health/chemotherapy#SideEffects3). Have you ever heard of alopecia (http://www.healthgrades.com/conditions/alopecia)? Is it safe to say that the presence or absence of a thing so seemingly simple as hair, can contribute to the overall build up or break down of ones’ personality? Is hair then an environmental factor? I did after all grow up without my father, but I been rocking this hair for 30+ years. Nevermind if the walls could talk. If our hair could talk, oh the tales each head of hair would tell! I believe that consciously and/or subconsciously, hair does affect our day to day lives. Another component which is me… My crown and glory. My strength. I am my hair.
Photos: August 2015, before the big chop & color.April 2016, after the big chop & color.
Check out first photos of my personal Natural Hair Journey… https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10208737684020292.1073741856.1257799850&type=1&l=65f1c37c62
Stay tuned for ‘I am NOT my hair…’ #IAmAndIAmNotMyHair ~Kat. CEO at FreedomInk Publishing, http://www.freedomink365.com/the_books
“Every ex is like a dealer serving my favorite brand of drug. They know what I like & how I like it and each is all too willing to give me what I want! It may seem free, the parting of legs, but it comes with a heavy price to pay…”
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An addiction is the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing, or activity. Do tell! What’s your addiction?
“I felt like I needed a man to validate my worth. Sex made me feel wanted, needed, desired, beautiful, powerful, loved. I was totally in control! Right?”
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I’ll be the first to attest that 37 years old is not old. To be exact, I am 36 years, 3 months, 16 days, 7 days, 45 minutes… AND counting!! Depending upon how you perceive a 1/2 filled cup, rather or not you are an optimist or a pessimist, can be somewhat determined. As opposed to seeing the moment we are born as a moment closer to our date of expiration, I’ve chosen to accept my birth as a step closer to my destination. What destination is that? Why, Destination Greatness of course and please don’t believe for a second that you are not great… You are!
With that said, I’d like to bring you up-to-date via my current situation. As of mid-May, I will once again be an Undergrad Student at Georgia Southern University. I withdrew late Fall 2009, just a few short months after I enrolled. Flashing lights and big city life called out to me… So I abandoned my college career before it truly began.
Atlanta will forever be a part of me. It may always be my favorite city. But no matter where life takes me, all roads lead back home. So here I am, back in my small hometown and dreams of an unfinished accomplishment have danced in my head for far too long. The thought to return became a very strong desire. That desire fueled the drive. I was determined to finish.
Uncertain of if I’ll be accepted for a 2nd time into the University. See, you have to have know at least in brief, a bit of my background: raised by a single mother, survivor of child sexual abuse, teenage pregnancy, high school dropout, GED recipient. I’d never in a million years fathom attending an educational institute beyond tech college. But you’ll never know that no is a no until you’ve dared to believe, if even for just an instance, in the possibility of yes, especially in the face of so much adversity!
Not only was I accepted to attend Fall 2009, I recently received my Letter of Acceptance to attend Spring 2016. I’ll be picking up the ball where I dropped it so to speak. My Major is still the same. I’ll be pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. Concentration undetermined. However, I do believe I’d like to put my sights on a double Minor in Spanish and Sociology.
I’m excited about this new chapter in my life. Go Eagles, go!
CEO at FreedomInk Publishing, Katandra Jackson Nunnally, http://www.freedomink365.com
“Every ex is like a dealer serving my favorite brand of drug. They know what I like & how I like it and each is all too willing to give me what I want! It may seem free, the parting of legs, but it comes with a heavy price to pay…
In your hands I’m a mess. My body screams for sex. And you are all too willing to oblige. My knees your body pry. As you thrust into that sacred part of me. This desire, this need, this addiction is obviously stronger than I’ll ever be!”
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“…alcohol, marijuana, cigarettes, cocaine, crystal meth, chocolate, gambling, shopping, toxic relationships, control… Sex. Dependency is a disease and every addiction needs a host !” http://www.freedomink365.com/the_books