Ilaria’s latest fitness concept is a new way of training designed to create a stronger, leaner body and to sculpt a physique like an athlete.

Atletica is a series of high intensity interval training exercises, executed with weights or just your own body weight, that burns fat and develops strong athletic muscles. Each exercise is designed to simultaneously challenge as many body parts as possible, rather than isolating each muscle separately. Atletica high intensity intervals are executed for extended durations of time, making each series of exercises a fantastic cardiovascular workout. This is a perfect aray of training for those looking to become stronger, train functionally, and look and feel seriously in shape – like an athlete! There are no short cuts. Take the Athletica challenge and become stronger with each workout. Train your body and your mind will follow. Strong emphasis on core strengthening exercises, train like an athlete and build rock hard arms, legs and abdominals.

It’s time to pull out this workout once again. I will start with a 3 mile run- then do the first workout. If I’m not too tired, I will preview Bodystrikes- I may pull this one out in the morning.

So far… I have lost 15lbs.

Sunday’s Message

Psalm 112

1 Praise the LORD!

Blessed is the man who fears the LORD,
Who delights greatly in His commandments.

2 His descendants will be mighty on earth;
The generation of the upright will be blessed.
3 Wealth and riches will be in his house,
And his righteousness endures forever.
4 Unto the upright there arises light in the darkness;
He is gracious, and full of compassion, and righteous.
5 A good man deals graciously and lends;
He will guide his affairs with discretion.
6 Surely he will never be shaken;
The righteous will be in everlasting remembrance.
7 He will not be afraid of evil tidings;
His heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD.
8 His heart is established;
He will not be afraid,
Until he sees his desire upon his enemies.

9 He has dispersed abroad,
He has given to the poor;
His righteousness endures forever;
His horn will be exalted with honor.
10 The wicked will see it and be grieved;
He will gnash his teeth and melt away;
The desire of the wicked shall perish.

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*** Life is more enjoyed when you give yourself away.

***Those who gives more freely; lives more fully.

***Do you exist for your own benefit?

Stronger

When I take my eyes off of my own goals….I get weaker.
When I listen to anything that goes against my belief system….I get weaker.
When I doubt how events really happened… and let others explain away events….I get weaker.
When I allow others to get into my head… I forget the blessings around me.

This happens every time I take my eyes off of Truth.
No more,
I know Truth
I know the truth I see
I know what’s been done to me.
I know the evil people who surrounds me…
when the evil gets too deep…
I walk away.

Walking away brings me back to ME.

The two roads that stands in front of me forces me to make a decision…
should I stay on this road– and forget all my goals with hopes of one day fitting in?
Should I take the other route- that’s less populated, no doubt, but leads me back to me?
Let evil beget evil
let wrong doers…do wrong
As for me and my household… we will stand strong.
There are no secrets between us….
what’s done in the dark is spoken in the light.
The ups and downs will stop…
with my focus on what we’ve got.
Karma has proven the rumors wrong…..
and Karma continues to work.
The shadows around me have never been my own…
the shadows are secrets belonging to others,
it’s other protecting their faults—–then using our lives as a cover.
our hands are clean;
our conscious are clear-
we’re perfect targets for campaign smears-
it’s somewhat surreal…
to fear what we can reveal
the harassed proved guilty… proving injury was false
another attempt to “trap” from the start.
I will no longer be that target
that others seems to use
to deflect observations from what actions they do.
If needed…
“they” can be listed too.
My goal has always been to protect me and you.

No more…

Look around

Freddie Jackson couldn’t have said it more clearly…. Look around… You’re about to lose the best thing that ever happened to you.

Look around and you’re gonna see
Just look around, baby
No one’s gonna love you like me

Listen lover, let me tell you
Something I’ve been longing to say
Lately you’ve been distant
Growing further every day
A heartbreak is a hard thing
And it’s something we don’t have to do
Boy, I’m telling you the truth
So hear me out, so hear me out
Just look around, baby
Look around and you’re gonna see
Just look around, baby
No one’s gonna love you like me
So you tell me what you’re feeling
Has nothing to do with me
I know imagination’s
Not getting the best of me, no
Still the feeling’s changing
Where’s the magic in your touch?
I’m the one you used to love so much.
Can you help me out? Can we work it out?
Just look around, baby
Look around and you’re gonna see
Just look around, baby
No one’s gonna love you like me
Look around, baby, baby
Oh darling, baby
Love is a feeling you’re looking for
And it’s living right here
Behind our doors, our
Just look around, baby
Look around and you’re gonna see
Just look around, baby
No one’s gonna love you like me
Go on, look around, baby
Baby, you can take your time
Oh baby, take your time and look around
Oh, look, look, look around, baby
Look around and you’re gonna see
Just look around
No one’s gonna love you like me
Go on, take a mirror tonight
I’m tellin’ you, boy
That no one’s gonna love you like me
Oh, look around, baby, baby
Baby, take a look around

***Black Boy***

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou spoke for many black women throughout history. She speaks for black women today.
At times, it is very hard to be a black woman. There are many obstacles that may block a black woman from progressing and leading a successful life. Some would say that the thickness of our hair, the fullness of our lips, the curves of our hips, the strength within our voice; our ability to have a choice makes others feel weak.

There are many, many sad things going on in the world today. Babies are dying and people are fighting. Egypt is in crisis. Black men are hating on Black women. The saddest thing to see is when a black woman must watch her back because all of the black men in her life wants to hurt her. They want to destroy her visions, her dreams, her happiness. A black woman today, doesn’t have to fear the white race – she must watch out for the black brothers who hate her because she is educated, strong, and independent; and because she is in love with a white man. They, brothers, are mad, because this white man is everything that they hope to be and will never be. The highest these brothers will ever get will not even come close to the lowest level this white man have seen. So they plot, connive, and scheme to destroy the Black woman and her loving White man.

But like Maya Angelou, I too, still shall rise.

Where do I get my strength?? By knowing, good will always out-beat evil in the end. It may not be today. It may not be tomorrow. It may not even be next year. In the end, however, God wins. My strength comes from the Lord. Like the strong black women before me, and the strong black women who will come after me, we are rooted and grounded in the love of the Lord.

Black women don’t have attitudes….. They have the will to survive.
To survive the prejudices of our weak-willed, weak-minded Black brothers.

Peace my brothers……. big dicks – but small minds…. empty pockets….black hearts—–angry—-angry— angry lives…..