Operation Body TIGHT &RIGHT!: Journey To 150..5

Next to my bank statement, my weight is the next thing that fluctuates the MOST in my life.

I remember in grade 9, being a double ZERO slim and trim with a head full of hair and  mouth bombarded with braces. Over the last 15 years I have gone from very slim to slim.. to getting a little meat on my bones to now being thick..

NOT Slim Thick.. THICK!.

178 pounds to be exact.

I know.. wow a female actually admitted her weight


You could imagine the horror I felt weighing myself having just been 155 pounds in 2016. Food somehow became my best friend, late night road gatherings my comfort.

How did this 5’11 girl go from 155 to almost 180 pounds?

I am an emotional eater, I have concluded that when I am happy..


The second I get sad or someone breaks my heart I cant even drink a cup of water properly.

Side Note: Maybe I need to be sad more often?

 The older you get the slower your metabolism is. I am 4 years from 30. I CANT afford to get fat now. I need my body to remain the way it is until I get married and have kids.

I’ve always had issues with my weight growing up , not like serious serious issues but enough issues to cause me to have moments of insecurity and uncertainty. There have been days when I was happy with the way my body was looking and then other days when I felt I had a little too much cushion for the pushing. 

Every summer I tell myself I am going to work on my “beach body” get my abs right , bum tight  and calves pronounced. Every summer I tell myself I’m about to go crazy in the gym , sweat up a storm and perfect my body to the level I know it should be at … 

….and every year I do nothing. 

June 12th 2017 

The day I started “Journey to 150” 

Everyone has their personal feelings about personal trainers, some think they are the way to go others think they’re a waste of money.  When I reached out to a good friend about potentially training along with him at first I was scared, my body has always been a sensitive subject  and the thought of another man having to see all my imperfections ans flaws on a weekly basis caused me to be uneasy. 

I didn’t want anyone to know how much I weighed and how painful my weight gain was.  Being tall everyone assumes I can’t weigh more than a certain amount, laugh at me when I say I am on a diet and shake their head when I talk about the belly fat that I need to loose. 

Imagine being 5’11 and almost 200 pounds with a body type that harbours your fat in your hips, cheeks and belly. Having a family filled with “Big-Boned” woman doesn’t make it any easier on me. 

I promise you , even taking pictures of how I look now and seeing myself in the mirror I’m shocked at how I allowed myself to get to where I  am. In all 26 years of my life this has got to be the heaviest I have ever been … 

This journey is about to be painful, long and tiring but I’m excited for the results to come . 

Journey to 150.. I’m ready for you. 

Stay tuned for more updates, nutritional posts and videos of me attempting to workout 🙂 

Special shout outs to Nana from Road 2 Glory Fitness for helping me in my goal to achieve my ideal weight. 





People put you on a pedestal as soon as you get a little bit of “fame” or have more than a certain amount of followers on social media . Sometimes being “known” isn’t as good as it sounds, and having people know your life story and your business could potentially backfire . 

I can assure you growing up I was a nobody. I was a regular tall, loud but quiet, shy but outgoing girl who felt fortunate to have had the world handed to her from a young age.

I wanted

For nothing . 

I had two supportive parents who made my sister and I their number 1 priorities ensuring we went to a good school, had clothes and food .

I don’t recall growing up and envying anyone for anything thy had . I was that at peace with my life. 

Getting older and becoming more aware of my surroundings and the pressures of society especially as a young black I started to see things that I never saw before . 

I was always that kid that had a bit too much energy, a broad imagination and a tad too much attitude. I wanted what I wanted , I liked what I liked and I was so secure in my thoughts . Granted I was the giant of the class with braces I knew who I was and I knew my capabilities.

Or so I thought. 

Imagine at the age of 11 having someone tell you that you aren’t as precious and talented and unique as you felt you were. 

Imagine having your thoughts and dreams shattered and being labeled as a Troubled child by someone who was set in place to help educate and protect you. 

Mr. Morris .. that was his name . 

The man who made me feel incompetent .


“You will never amount up to anything” “anyone who ever told you that you would lied” 

Detentions. Suspensions. You name it. 

He made me feel like the many years of private school and the decision  made to make me skip a grade  was a mistake. 

They didn’t know what they were doing .. how could they if he said that I’m a bad girl.

I promise you I cried so much then, distraught and emotionally scared at the words of a teacher. 

He hated me.

He hated the potential he saw in me to be someone . 

He hated that I wasn’t a pushover , took no crap from anyone and didn’t allow people to “run” me. 

That’s the number of times I got suspended between grade 6-8. 


Believe me when I tell you I was NOT a bad child. I didn’t cuss off people. I did my homework and I was always on time for school. 

Misunderstood .

That’s it.

That’s what it had to have been. 

He couldn’t understand me . 

He wanted me to be a statistic. 

S. Surpassing 

Rejecting , renouncing and refusing to accept the words that were called upon my life. I wasn’t the troubled little girl that they made me out to be , I wasn’t confused, dangerous nor was I destructive. 

E.x. Expectations 

The mind set and ideals set up by society and those around me dictating what they thought I could and couldn’t do .

“They don’t want you to win” -DJ Khaled voice. 

 But I won anyways . 

They didn’t want me to graduate from High School.

But I did

They didn’t want me to get into university. 

But I did 

They didn’t want me to graduate  from   University. 

But I did

They thought it would end there .

They thought I would do nothing with my time. 

They didn’t want me to go back to school again.. 

But I did

They didn’t want me to graduate .. and with honours 

And I did

The mind sets of those around me were limited to what they thought they saw in me. They didn’t want to believe that I could be anything greater . 

At age 16 I finished high school.

Turning 17 only 2 months before my graduation. 

At age 23 I started my First business venture . 

By age 25 I had already had 2 business. 

If I had let the words and negativity of those around me get to me only GOD knows where I would be in my life right now. I decided to live by the acronym



– Surpassing Expectation.. Rejecting the Negative Words called upon my life and EMBRACING the will and calling God placed on my life.

Remember I TOLD YOU.. Im going to make it big.

Live to S.E.X. <– puns intended.