Day One of Three-Day Cleanse

So, in my last post, I discussed my toxic relationship with meat and how I’m not going to eat it as much, which is difficult since my mother is here from Dominican Republic cooking up a storm. But I’ve given up meat before. I did it for God, I can do it for myself.
So, today is the start of my three- day cleanse, I need to reboot, I’m not feeling my best.  Here’s what I’m doing: the Shakeology Three-Day Cleanse.


Wish me luck, and stay tuned for your next slice of genius.


Diary of a Part-Time Carnivore

It’s the story of everyone’s life at some point in their lives: what you love doesn’t love you back. This is another unrequited love story. I LOVE MEAT, BUT MEAT DON’T LOVE ME!

As you all know, or should know if you’ve read my previous posts, I gave up meat for Lent. Being pescatarian felt great. I didn’t have any lags in energy and I wasn’t left hungry. Well, Lent ended and I resumed eating meat. I played Peaches and Herb’s “Reunited” as I took my first bite into a delicious hot dog.


My first taste of meat after Lent ended.

Then, I went home and made some baked ribs with tostones and salsa verde.


It felt great, like making up with your boyfriend after a nasty fight. You can’t get enough and you’re sure that this time the relationship will never end again. Then, you remember how toxic the relationship is for you; it doesn’t exactly bring out your best self, and, despite how good you feel when you’re together, you feel like crap later. You wonder if those few instances of happiness are worth the even more common, more prolonged, instances of pain.

In the end, you decide that the best thing is for you to let go of the relationship completely or maybe just be friends because you deserve a love that loves you back or at least loves you better.

This story is all too familiar, right? For me, it hits close to home because I went through this with an ex, who was definitely not the one for me, but he has been my best friend for years after we broke up. Now, I’m in the same situation with meat.

After not eating it for months, I feel how harmful it is for my body. I’ve suffered from acid reflux and digestive problems for years. While I was strictly pescatarian, I didn’t feel the heaviness in my stomach and my reflux was under control. I even ate tomatoes and oranges without consequences. Then, I started eating meat regularly again, and it’s like all of the negatives of my relationship with meat hit me hard. I had to start taking Prilosec again and all is not well in the digestive sector of my life. I’m forced with the decision again, do I want to remain in a toxic relationship, or do I want to end it?

I love meat, but meat don’t love me; so maybe we should just be friendly, see each other occasionally  and catch up, but not too often. I have decided to remain pescatarian, eating meat only once in a while.

Stay tuned for your next slice of genius.

My Super Awesome Workout Playlist!



Life is so awesome, it should always be set to music. Sadly, some things can’t, but for everything that can, I sing or blast my playlists. Here’s my workout playlist. I’ve put them in an order that rises and falls in intensity along with me. After about seven or eight songs, I cool it down since T-25 workouts are only 25 minutes, add warm up and cool down.

Still Trekking on My Weight Loss Journey

I had a baby almost five months ago! Scarlett is beautiful and amazing, but having her did a number on my body. The week I got pregnant, I weighed 207 lbs. and the day I had her, I weighed 254 lbs. I gave birth via c-section because I had an emergency c-section when I had my son 9 years ago.

After my second c-section, my core was practically non-existent, and I only breast fed for three weeks, so I couldn’t count on nursing to get rid of the fat for me—I did lose 27 lbs. in the first week, though. My sister is a Beachbody coach, and she was doing the T-25 workouts so I started doing the workouts and drinking the Shakeology shakes.

I began on December 19, 2013 and I’ve been tracking my progress. See the picture below.


I’m already 4 lbs. away from my pre-pregnancy weight! Well, here are my measurements and weight from December 19, 2013 to today. With a combination of the T-25 workouts, the shakes, and healthy eating, I’ve lost 15 lbs since December and 43 lbs. since I had Scarlett.

Here are some easy changes I made at home:

  • ·         I’ve incorporated more tofu, it’s delicious and nutritious (yeah, that rhymes)
  • ·         I stopped buying juice. My son isn’t too happy, but he is drinking a whole lot more water.
  • ·         I use my oven for like every meal, and if I don’t, I used extra virgin olive oil or canola oil.
  • ·         Flaxseeds, ‘nuff said.
  • ·         More vegetables, less rice.
  • ·         I’ve always done this, but I just keep doing it: about half a gallon or more of water a day.

Also, when it’s warm out, I walk, I play baseball, football, tennis, and I like to swim.

I’m so excited to see results, and I can’t wait to reach my end goal of 190 lbs.

Well, that’s that. Stay tuned for your next slice of genius.

Authoritarian Parenting: Don’t Rule With an Iron fist, but Rule Nonetheless


This is my son, Jayden.


This is my daughter, Scarlett.

My son and I have been going to family therapy. He has Oppositional Defiant Disorder and ADHD, disorders I’m pretty sure didn’t exist when I was a child. Well, the way I see it, I should enforce rules all the more since my child wants to defy authority, right? Well, sometimes, I catch our therapist giving me a look like something is wrong with me, and I’m like, “Whose side are you on?”

Yes, I would classify myself as a strict parent, and I am not ashamed. I’m Mom and Dad to a child with behavioral problems, and I refuse to let boys be boys. I’m grooming my boy into a man, an upright man who goes out into the world and takes responsibility for his actions. I’m an authoritarian parent. Rules are in place and they are to be followed, or there will be consequences. It’s the law of physics: every action has an equal and opposite reaction, i.e. my punishment will fit the crime. Law and order is not just a great show; they are two essential principles for civilization to succeed. My home is a model of the “adult world,” I can’t let my son think that he’s going to grow up and be allowed to skip out on work because he’s bored or call his coworkers names without consequences. Does he resent me for being the enforcer? Yes, but I’ve never had qualms with playing the villain, and in a one-parent household, there are not many other members to cast for that role.

My son claims I love my rules more than I love him, but I explain, “If I didn’t love you, there wouldn’t be any rules.” I’m still waiting for the day when he asks me to love him less. So just as an example of my rules, which are not that easy to follow:

  • Behave in school
  • Do your homework
  • Clean your room
  • No fighting
  • Don’t insult people

Not so hard considering he is a nine-year-old boy with no job or family to support. Oh, and read for at least ten minutes (forgot one). He knows that if I get a call or email from school reporting misbehavior, he does not get to play on his computer or go to his basketball game just so he doesn’t take privileges for granted. If we are late to therapy because he is dilly-dallying, then he misses his basketball game, which is directly after our session. If he would rather throw a half-hour tantrum about reading for 10-15 minutes, then he can lament his attitude problem in his room with no entertainment until bed time. I think the greatest issue he has with my parenting is that I am a strict enforcer.

This is a great difference from my mother’s parenting, which consisted of a grounding right now and forgetting about it five seconds later. The first time my mother told me I was grounded, no phone calls included, and followed it up with passing me the phone when my friend called an hour later, I thought it was a trap! An alarm went off in my head, telling me that there was something wrong there. I turned out just fine in the end, but I was scared my mother would smack me silly if I acted out, and I’ve always had a deep respect for authority figures. A child with Oppositional Defiant Disorder needs to learn to understand and respect rules.

Don’t get me wrong, I am authoritarian, but I nurture my children, and I encourage them to be independent and creative, so long as no rules are broken and no one is hurt in the process. I reward my son for excellent behavior – good gets praise but no rewards because good is how he is supposed to behave everyday – there are incentives for excellence like going to bed at 9:30pm instead of 8:30pm, a special treat, a toy, etc. I make sure he knows I love him everyday and that I’m preparing him to be a man of substance and consequence.
Kids thrive on routines and rules, and in the long run, my children will thank me.

Stay tuned for your next slice of genius.