Private Chef Skills vs. Willpower – Which One Do I Get Rid Of?!

Currently Listening To: “Make Me Proud” by Drake Featuring Nicki Minaj…




noun \ˈwil-ˌpa(-ə)r\

: the ability to control yourself : strong determination that allows you to do something difficult (such as to lose weight or quit smoking)



This past weekend started a little bit early. I was able to get off of work on Friday around 10:30 AM. I went straight home, cleaned up my entire apartment (I just don’t understand how it gets so junky sometimes when most of the times, I’m the only one there). Hit up my weed man… Then after that, I honestly don’t remember what happened. I cant remember what I did. I don’t know if I worked out or what. I honestly cant remember anything… lol. That’s bad – I know.

Saturday morning came… I woke up early then I worked out! Yep… I am SOOO happy that I have my mojo back because for a minute there I was getting worried. I want this Video Vixen body so damn bad but its hard to accomplish a goal when you have no motivation whatsoever. Glad that stage has finally passed. I didn’t work out for too long because there were too many people in the damn gym. Like we only have 4 pieces of equipment in our apartment complex gym and the shit I was waiting on was being occupied. So I quit early and decided that I would just get the rest of my exercise by going to the store to get a money order for rent & also picking up a few supplies since it was my boyfriends birthday. In case ya didn’t know, I am a HUGE hopeless romantic. But we’ll get into that shit another day. Anyway, I waited and waited on the city bus… and waited. That muh fucka never came. So I went back into the house and took that as a sign to smoke again. A few puffs and chokes later, it was time to go back out and wait for the damn bus. Oh great! It’s raining! Smh… Long story short, I got everything I needed. But I didn’t come from out of the Save-A-Lot store quick enough. Just as I was walking out, I happened to look up and see my bus riding past the bus stop that I was supposed to be standing at. Smh… I’m not even going to lie, I sat there for a few moments, wondering if I should cry or tough that shit up and just walk all the way home since the next bus wasn’t coming for another 45 damn minutes. I TRIED to walk… getting soaked and all. Until the lightning stopped me. Hurried and ran into a sandwich shop and waited in there until the coast was clear. I saw a few folks come in ordering shit, made me think about their lives. Like did they have a good life? Were they happy? Did they live paycheck to paycheck? I wondered… were their lives anything like mine. I doubt it. Anyway, I ran out of the sandwich shop in time enough to catch the next bus. Yay…

Sunday morning came… and I worked out again!! For almost 2 hours! Jogging, speed walking, jump rope, elliptical, leg press, high incline, squats and some arm pully thing-a-ma-jig. I felt so good. All the times I thought about giving up, I went even harder. Especially when a certain song came on… I’ll tell you about that song later. So anyway… I’d say this weekend was a pretty productive weekend even though I didn’t get a chance to see my boyfriend 😦 Hopefully today though because I got some shit planned out the ass when he gets there. Rose petals and lit tea light candles will lead the way to the bathroom where a romantic bubble bath will be awaiting him, the water will be a beautiful ocean blue with scented bubbles filled to the rim for him to enjoy. Soft sexy and slow music will enter the atmosphere as he relaxes. There will also be a birthday candlelit mini Cherry pie waiting for him as well that he can enjoy while he soaks in the warm bubbly water (He loves him some pie). While he is enjoying his bath, I will put the finishing touches on his birthday meal – a homemade gourmet pizza with chicken chunks, seared broccoli, pepperoni, smoked gouda & asiago cheese, tomato sauce, oregano and a slight drizzle of truffle oil (all made from scratch by yours truly of course). Sweet tea with a hint of vanilla & infused with fresh orange slices. For dessert? Me. Duhhh… Nah. But he will have a small pot of dark chocolate fondue waiting on him with the following items to dip: oreos, rice krispie treats, nutter butter cookies, apple & orange slices. While he is eating that, I will set up something romantic in my bedroom… A romantic spa oasis where I will give him the best massage of his life (as usual) with warm lavender scented baby oil & some fellatio oral gel. I also have this nice liquid heart massager by Pure Romance that can turn extremely hot within just a few seconds, he loves that. The rest of the evening will be up to our imaginations… I will be sure to take pictures of what I can. If he doesn’t come over tonight? Well… lets just say today might be my cheat day.   -_______-


Anyways… I wanted to do something different today. I wanted to share with you all how I gained my weight. I am a gourmet private chef. I cook for couples ONLY. I create a romantic dining experience for my clients. They enjoy my delicious home-cooked meals at their homes, parks… and even the beach! (which is my most popular dinner experience to date). So when I cook for them, of course I have to test, create and try out new dishes for them to enjoy. My problem is I don’t know how to just taste. I gotta devour that shit. Ughhh… the struggle is real. So here are a few items that I have been enjoying a few days/weeks/months before my new lifestyle journey began, the shit that got me to the weight I am today…



“Reese’s Stuffed Chocolate Dipped Oreos with a Pistachio Crumble…” (one of my faves)





“Lovelle’s Comfort Cookies (White & Milk Chocolate Chip Cookies)…” (top fave)



“Buttermilk Pancakes with a Rum Berry Compote…”



“3 Spice Fried Chicken Strips & French Vanilla Waffles…” (I love me some chicken & waffles)



“Grilled Salsa Verde Taco Pizza…”



“Surf N’ Turf Burger (Grilled Cheddar Bacon Angus Beef topped with Smoked Gouda & Muenster Cheese, Grilled Onions, Grilled Shrimp & Chipotle Aioli)…”



“Bruschetta…” (I love this stuff!)



“Lobster Stuffed Mushrooms with Broccoli Sprouts & Chipotle Aioli…”



“Bruschetta Chicken Pasta…”



“Oven Baked Beef Hot Dogs with Avocado, Pico de Gallo & Wasabi Mayo and Deep Fried Garlic Tator Tots with fresh parsley…”



“Baked Shrimp Scampi & Shrimp Scampi Pasta…”




“Chili Cheese Hot Dogs & Garlic Tator Tots…”



“Twice Baked Chili Potatoes…”



“Honey Hot Wings & Potato Wedges…”


Ok, ok. So maybe MOST of these foods are things that I enjoyed cooking and tasting for myself, let alone a client. I have issues. I know this. And now that I know, I know how to improve and do better. I can honestly say that… Ok. Let me just stop myself while I’m ahead before I tell a lie. I have had ONE of these items while I have been dieting… Which isn’t TOO bad (you don’t know my life). Can you guess which one?


I’ll give you a hint: It starts with pan, ends with cakes. They were scrumptious too!

What’s your favorite cheat food?


Sex and Salads

Currently Listening To: “Change Your Life” Iggy Azalea…


Well yesterday when I got home, as usual, I didnt want to do anything except cuddle up under my boo. He is my cancer right now and I have to get rid of him. We have a daily routine for when he comes to stay over. I wake up rushing around 6:40 AM with my music blasting from my phone (I listen to certain songs in the morning to get me motivated for the day). Then once I am fully dressed, I usually roll up before I leave the house. We smoke together and have a regular conversation while he is wrapped up under the covers, still laying in the bed puffing sexy as hell. My alarm goes off… the one that notifies me its time to “clock in” for work at 7:30 AM so I just pull out my phone and clock in from there. I dont give a fuckkkk…. We smoke and talk some more until I decide I’ve procrastinated long enough and need to head out the door. Get to work, fall asleep at the front desk a minimal of 3 times, input some information in the system, youtube, google, music, food, snacks, texts then its back home I go. Usually if I have his car, I will go home on my break, smoke, fuck then fix some lunch before I head back to work. Its nice living so close to my job. Once I get off work, he already has the place all cleaned up and has a blunt already rolled, ready to smoke. We smoke, fuck again, I fix us some salad (well I fix myself a salad, he eats the delicious gourmet wraps i make) and we watch movies. Then he might go off and come back later that night or the next day. So that’s pretty much what my days have been looking like for the past week or so. He is definitely interfering with my progress. Gotta tell him to chill with that shit… Sex and Salads #nshit


Anyway though. Here are a few photos of the lovely ladies who are my inspiration. I am not going to say that I want a body exactly like theirs, but I definitely love their shapes. Nice chest size, small tiny and toned waistline that curves down into wide voluptuous hips and a round bubble butt. When I move to Atlanta in a few months, I have a plan. I am too damn talented not to make it. I sing, draw, write music, cook, write books, dance. I am going to get into acting when I get there. Might even be interested in doing a few music videos ONCE my body is where I would like it to be. Just a few short months left. All I gotta do is just shut the fuck up and just do it. That’s it. No excuses. Little results is better than no results. So I need to just do this shit and stop coming up with excuse after excuse. If I wait to the point where Im not “tired” anymore, I’ll be a fucken fat ass forrrrreverrrr… Not gonna happen. But yea… here’s are some of the women that have inspired me greatly:



Measurements: 36C-26-46


Amazin Amie

Measurements: 36C-27-42



Irene the Dream

Measurements: 34D-24-42




Kyra Chaos

Measurements: 36D-27-45


These are not all of the ladies that I have hanging up on my walls, just a few. But this is just a slight glimpse of how I want to turn my flabby body into a party body… I know it may seem all shallow & superficial, but i dont give a damn what others may think about the real motives behind my weight loss. I am very shallow when it comes to certain things about my life but if it lands me where I need & want to be, then who really gives a fuck because at the end of the day, its my life… and I do whatever the fuck I want. Blim.


My Ratchet Dreams:

1. Get a Video Vixen Body

2. Advertise my talents like crazy once I move to Atlanta to capture the attention of haters, ballers and true business minded people.

3. Become Drake’s newest/latest jumpoff by Fall 2015.

(I’m sure more will be added to this list)



Do you have any ratchet dreams? Inquiring minds wanna know…