Monday, April 27, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Make Parsley Salve
Check out "Fat Dad"
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Calorie Gallery ...YES!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Morning Marinara Drink
Calorie and fat gram Chart for 1,000 Foods
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Freshen the Fridge
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Don't Feed The Monster!
You know what he does.
AND you KNOW where he is at.
He is that glob of unwanted fat
that is inside and outside of you.
Whether he weighs one pound or
200 pounds or more, he does not
deserve to have you cater to him.
Stop feeding him!
Eat what you need for yourself
and tell him where to go.
You know he likes "garbage food",
so don't give him any.
If you think of him as what he is and
separate him from yourself, it will be
easy to get him off of you.
He causes you nothing but trouble.
He exhausts you, makes you sick,
hangs onto your internal organs,
blimps out your body into ugly
weird shapes and eventually will
make you die.
It doesn't matter why he got a hold
on you. Loneliness, depression, crises,
he will use any excuse to jump you
and hang on.
Scrape that ugly bastard
off of your beautiful body.
Don't give him one morsel.
Eat what you need and no more.
You KNOW how much that is.
Kes©2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Oprah Leads the Way One More Time
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Concept of Exercise
Where did the concept of exercise come from?
I mean scheduled exercise
that you pay for
that doesn't accomplish
some task.
Did we run out of tasks?
Picking up trash on the roadside will give you so
many muscle challenges.
Cleaning the garage. I wish I could do that.
I just can't lift the heavy things you men can lift.
Washing the car, the old fashioned way. Stretches
from every angle.
Oh, and the body angles from cleaning the inside
of the back window. I love it.
Moving the Fridge once a week and vacuuming out that
nasty dust that the motor pulls around it. I can do that
because of the wheels.
Trimming the hedge and pulling weeds is actually more
fun than any treadmill.
When have sit ups given you that feeling of a job
well done?
(I hate sit ups)
(If you don't have any tasks, I have extra's) and...I won't
charge you for doing them.
Kes© April 2009
Kesti Rambles On
Kesti Rambles On
Let your eyes sparkle.
&
Kiss like you mean it.
Answer like you are listening.
Shoulders back, head held high
Will make them look, right in your eye.
Reality is when you don't like pretending
that you are living in a setting that doesn't
exist.
I have good days and bad days.
The bad days actually have me.
If you can walk without pain, you have
hit the jackpot.
Is there actually a time when you are so tired
that you don't care if you are old?
(YES)
Birds have way too much energy for their size.
People can make you laugh without cheering you up.
My Mom always said it is always darkest before dawn...
She also said that the old rooster will always come home
to roost. Is that before dawn or after?
Frogs copulate for 24 hours non stop.
You should have a good cry at least once a month.
Women hold things in, Men kick tires.
It is not the economy that is depressing me.
If everyone spends money the
economy will be fine.
You can't make a sow's ear out of a silk purse.
Flipping someone the "magic bird" is a tried and true way to make
yourself feel better while silently letting a person
or persons know they have trespassed
the boundaries of good etiquette.
Kes©April 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Text My Ass
Text My Ass
The new electronic age is going to kill all of us.
We are moving so fast that we don't have time to breathe.
Speed is of the essence.
Soon we will forget how to relax.
Our feelings will be numbed.
Our manners non existent.
Loved ones a bother.
If they aren't satisfied with a twit on twitter,
So be it.
Yes, I said twit. We are all becoming twits
in the name of speed and technology.
Cell phones. Sexting...OMG..Sex by Cell.
How freaking romantic!
Who do you call for instant cremation?
Pardon me, I hear beeping.
My battery is low.
Kes © April 2009