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ctron164:

sourcedumal:

LMFAOOOOO Wayne knows

I died when I saw this last night

Hahahaha

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— 1 week ago with 58190 notes

one-twenty-five:

Honestly? I’ve always given some serious side eye to the whole “naturopathic medicine” thing.  I don’t really know why, I suppose I thought it was more fluff, than substance. But considering it was actually cheaper (athankyouverymuch benefits) for me to head to a naturpathic doctor, than get a nutritionist, here I am - heading to a “Naturopathic Doctor” every second Thursday (side-eye and all). 

She’s crazy expensive ($180/hour), and even though my benefits are covering the majority of it, I am determined to make the best of it, and learn everything and anything I can.  

Here are my takeaways from out first meeting: 

Take four magnesium pills a day
Take a spoonful of fish oil (ewwww) a day
No Fruit
No Gluten
No sweeteners
All consumed meat needs to be grass-fed
Eat breakfast every, single, morning (I’m awful with this)
If you feel a binge coming on, take a hot bath, and if you still want to eat something unhealthy, eat it in front of the mirror (personally, I think the mirror thing is BS. I could happily eat in front of a mirror. But that’s neither here nor there right now.)

Tomorrow marks a week since the meeting, and I’ve been fairly on point with all my goals. Except the fish oil… oh, how I hate-hate-hate taking the fish oil, and with a beer (or three).  

And? lo and behold, I have not over-eaten once. Not once! Which is a pret-ty epic thing for me - especially as my current goal is to not worry about the number on the scale, or size on my pants, but rather to try and get my obsession with all things food to simmer down.

The reason for grass-fed meat is to receive more nutrients from the meat (fed from the soil, to the animal, to you). And no fruit/sweetener because it spikes your (my) insulin levels, which stops fat burn.

Also, all this week I’ve been thinking about something the naturpathic doctor said, 

The reason you feel the desire to binge is because your body is lacking a specific nutrient. A nutrient your body wants and needs, but as a results just sends the “I’m hungry, must eat everything now,” signal. 

I had never heard that before, and I found that soooooo interesting. So interesting, in fact, I put my fingers to good use and googled it. And look at this awesome chart I found. 

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(source)

That makes soooo much more sense to me. I’m going to print this, and stick it on my fridge. And, I need to note that when I do crave food, and get that "fuck it, I don’t care" feeling, I usually want chocolate, and since I’ve started taking magnesium pills, I haven’t felt any desire to even eat chocolate that I had easy access to. But yes, yes, of course. It’s only been ONE week, so I can’t really conclude anything yet, but I wanted to share this, because perhaps it’ll help someone else out there. 

Also, although this is not new news at all, but taking the time in the morning to cook a proper (protein) breakfast has had a very positive result on the rest of my day.  I know, it’s like nutrition 101 over here, but still, I’m in a good place this week, and I swear it’s from actually implementing some basic changes - as apposed to just thinking “sure, that would probably be great for me,” and then not doing it. 

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Today’s breakfast (bacon & two whole eggs), snack (chicken kebab), lunch (steak salad with feta cheese, avocado), second snack (pistachios)

Hmmmm…

— 1 week ago with 182 notes
dynamicafrica:

Hair braiding
Nigeria, 1960s.

I love the art of African hairdressing

dynamicafrica:

Hair braiding

Nigeria, 1960s.

I love the art of African hairdressing

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— 1 week ago with 498 notes

tree-0f-lyfe:

aravenhairedmaiden:

very pretty man

Sorry Re-Reblog He is just too BEAUTIFUL….. :-)

Too much goodlooking to be in one body *sigh*

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— 1 week ago with 48747 notes
weareblackroyalty:

Tamera Mowry-Housley at the Kiehl’s Earth Day Celebration. This event took place at the brand’s Santa Monica location on April 7, 2014 (photo, Alexandra Wyman for Invision). On her Instagram she said “Curly night out! Never before have I received so many compliments on my hair! #daretobedifferent thank you.”

The bonus is that i already love her anyways!

weareblackroyalty:

Tamera Mowry-Housley at the Kiehl’s Earth Day Celebration. This event took place at the brand’s Santa Monica location on April 7, 2014 (photo, Alexandra Wyman for Invision)On her Instagram she said “Curly night out! Never before have I received so many compliments on my hair! #daretobedifferent thank you.”

The bonus is that i already love her anyways!

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— 1 week ago with 84 notes
surisburnbook:

No no no no no. Unimpressed with regalness is MY thing, Prince George. Back off.

Prince Georgy porgie!

surisburnbook:

No no no no no. Unimpressed with regalness is MY thing, Prince George. Back off.

Prince Georgy porgie!

— 2 weeks ago with 442 notes

afro-textured-art:

Afro-textured Hair in Western Art

Showcases the textured hair of people of mostly African descent represented in art created by European artists. 

Here, there’s more of a focus of the natural state of textured hair with minimal manipulation, usually getting only as complicated as twists.

All related content is tagged as “West

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Amazing!

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— 2 weeks ago with 765 notes
Love these two together

Love these two together

(Source: beyonce)

— 2 weeks ago with 18684 notes

ukpuru:

Two Igbo names written in nsibidi. The left (three characters) reads “Onuaha” [Onuoha?], the right (circles with crosses) reads “Okereuki” [Okereke?], both recorded by J. K. McGregor before 1909.

Wow

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— 4 weeks ago with 67 notes
beyonce:

The Mrs. Carter Show World Tour
Dublin 2014
Photo Credit: Robin Harper 

Can’t be in Dublin without seeing a leprachaun! And i know exactly where this is! *hint* Molly is just cut off a bit to the left ;-)

beyonce:

The Mrs. Carter Show World Tour

Dublin 2014

Photo Credit: Robin Harper 

Can’t be in Dublin without seeing a leprachaun! And i know exactly where this is! *hint* Molly is just cut off a bit to the left ;-)

— 1 month ago with 583 notes

one-twenty-five:

I wasn’t the fastest runner out there tonight. And I certainly wasn’t the runner who ran the furthest. I wasn’t the fittest runner either, obviously.  Actually, I could literally feel my bum jiggle as I ran (go me!). I also probably took the most walk breaks of anyone who laced up tonight, cursed the most, and prayed to the good Lord at least six times to please (please!) make a light go red just so I could stop.  About ten runners passed me tonight, and I had moments where I just wanted to go home and sit on the couch. I felt judged by people in cars, and pedestrians as I passed them. Judged by them assuming that the fat girl was running because she wanted to lose weight. I know. That’s probably not the case, but it’s always been something I’ve hated about running/CrossFit/going to the gym overweight. People can so blatantly see my vice. My weakness. My Achilles heel… A smoker, a hoarder, an addict, walk past you on the street, and nobody knows their secret. But my secret? The one where I am obsessed with food. The one where I over eat. That one is on display for the world to see.  At all times. It’s this awful catch 22 of wanting to lose weight, but not wanting to really be seen trying to lose weight. Perhaps this doesn’t make sense. I don’t know. I’m sort of just rambling. It’s just that I think, well, I know, how terrifying it is to leave the house as an overweight person, and go for a run/jog. I know the evil thoughts that creep in. The self obsession. The embarrassment. The assumptions. The everything that goes a long with it. And I know it’s not easy. And I thought I would share these thoughts, for absolutely no particular reason, other than I can. And to tell you that when I got home and checked my running app, there, staring back at me, was “5.1km in 38 minutes.” And there I stood, on the sidewalk in front of my apartment building, absolutely flabbergasted. I figured the run had taken me an hour. I figured I hadn’t gone that far. I figured I was the slowest person out there. I figured that I sucked at running. And then suddenly, as I put my key in my door, I wondered what my time would have been had I supported and encouraged myself along the way. What would my time have been had I not bashed myself every hop, skip, and jump of the run. And as I shut my door behind me, I wondered what could I accomplish if I was my own, biggest fan.

This right here is me…

— 1 month ago with 325 notes