PLUS SIZE GIRL BEWARE OF SUCH…

Let me start by saying woooh! What a crazy weekend that was…not just crazy but extremely random and fun might I add thanks to team-mates and friends that graced the day. A simple training day turned into a swimming afternoon and a party night, talk of things falling in place one after another and mark you, we had no swimming costumes, we just rocked our underwear and sport bras to the pool and we looked fab. (I hope so!)

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I take a look around and it got me thinking about how we take so many things for granted. Last week I took up the gratitude challenge and managed to do 5 day of positivity and realized I am thankful for just the same things, I did not broaden my thinking. So here I say, if I have met you and we had a blast, thank you for your time.

So on the night out, after a couple of bottles of vodka we hit the party scene. Oh how we danced the night away and since I am now single (I might have forgotten to tell you that, it is now about three weeks) I loved all the attention, and I picked out one fellow (ken, is his name) from the pack of dogs in that club. I might add I picked a handsome one, looks like the drink doesn’t deceive my vision much.

All in all, Ken though a good guy, was not going anywhere with me, what I mean is, that our friendship would be short lived, I was not looking for a eternity friendship, those few moments did enough for me, but I left him a souvenir. Just guess what it was …you would laugh your head off!

To make the story short, it has come a time when I need not someone to be my companion. I do not need a dude at the club, or the game or any place actually. If myself please me, and I fulfil myself, THAT IS ALL I NEED. But let me tell a little about the guys that you are most likely to be fooled by.

The Athlete

Ever heard of the Kemboi story at a club with a young lady, am sure she thought she was the one for him. The dream and fantasies (Boston, London, all the countries he travels too) that were in her mind must have overtaken her reality (am just saying) not just her but many at times us (plus size) girls are led a stray by the obvious. I always go like “Girl please, He don’t love you” but do we ever listen?

This kind have a way with us…regardless of the sport, they will always deceive, they are sly men (most). It might be the physic or just the money or is it the popularity? You will never miss us ogling and dying to have him take us out. Proof; lets go to Nakuru this weekend, we can testify from there…am not suggesting anything!

They never want anything more than a good scoop, to bad for you if you get pregnant.

                                          Picha/MOHAMMED AMIN Na FRED MAINGI

The Pop star

These ones like the skinny type that would have to make a statement wherever they go. It would be unfortunate (maybe a little bit fortunate) if they are real gentlemen who genuinely fall for women regardless of size (especially plus size). Problem is they would seldom expose you. They feel the need for model kind of girls and I assure you not much of them last (Nick and Mariah for example). Girl do not bother yourself with this kind of man, if you’re plus size, beautiful and confident, do not stoop to his level.

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The Club Guy

They often say the bottle guides him, therefore if he falls for you when he is intoxicated than you know, he is a NO NO!!!

I think that picking up a guy from the club (from experience) is the worst thing ever. Reason is, he will only want to meet you in the club; your date will be club oriented and you will talk about nothing except going to the club. Do you really want that, plus size girl. He will lower your self-esteem and make you feel like nothing rather than a club girl, which you are not.

Instead, meet the guy at the club, make him buy you and your pals drinks, have fun with your girlfriends and when home time comes and he is like, “Baby lets go home,” you just turn around and laugh it off, say goodbye and give him your number so he can remember the girl that turned him down.

                                         

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Those are the three kind of people, I think, that can really mess up with a plus size girls mind, but remember ladies…you are Phat and Fab…. let no one tell you any different!

Must I make it work?

So after visiting Sub-Way for the very first time about two weeks ago and having a chat with my mentor, I realized that sometimes, in his words, “You do not have to make it work.” Yet, we are constantly trying life and death to make it work (whatever it is).

I realized that when sitting in a chair, in front of a computer for about 8 hours a day doing almost nothing. Yes, I write once in a while but at the end of the month, I feel I have more wasted hours than productive ones, and I am still trying to make it work.

So why do we struggle so much to make it work? The main reason why I do it… I need the money at the end of the month. If I could get the same amount, or better yet more, at the end of every month, well, I would sit in mom’s kitchen eating and watch television all day long but again I have to make it work!

Had I not met the one great mentor of mine, I would never have realised that I was struggling to make irrelevant things work. So am heading into the last month of sitting at a computer for long hours with little production, after all even Mark Zuckerberg did not have to make it work. He did the work.

I feel that, we all get it twisted; we make it work instead of doing the work ourselves. We end up building other people’s companies, instead of struggling to come up with ours. So am setting off to do it for myself, wish me luck!... But then again…

Where will I get the capital to run this ‘work it” of mine? Oh NO! Do not tell me I have to depend on this 8 hour watching the screen thing… Wait!

Mark had no capital (according to the movie) and I believe most people never do when starting up. The main problem with most of us (me included) is that we fear the unknown, we fear letting go of something we are comfortable with, yet we may get something even better if we just have courage.

I always envy my brother who chose to find his own way, he has hustled and got so much experience in production, sales as well as IT, and I am very sure his success story is just about to break.

The rest of us choose an ordinary job.

Brings me back to an interesting talk given by the Kenya Queen of Radio (apparently) Caroline Mutoko, in a hot afternoon at the Kenyatta University Auditorium, though sleepy I managed to get a few points. She said, “I refuse ordinary. Once you accept ordinary, you become ordinary. You look for an ordinary job, an ordinary car, you get an ordinary spouse and an ordinary house. An ordinary life you will have.” So much of that word “ordinary” makes you want to jump off your seat trying to figure out if you are in the ordinary category and how you will get out. Well! I have the answer, take the risk! Quit the fear and the 'ordinariness', and maybe we will reap better fruits.

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So watch me take the last steps in this 8-hour screen watching thingy I do, and take the risk. Hopefully I will engage in something that I love to do and enjoy doing it.

Anyone want swimming lessons? Affordable and success rate 100%, give me a call….