How I Feel About It Works

It was about two years ago I believe that my sister decided to join the business of It Works. Everything seemed fine at first, I was excited to see what changes it would bring for her, financially and health wise but it turned out to be completely different to what I expected.

I was always skeptical of it and that’s one of the things they mention about those that are hesitant of joining but eventually I did because I wanted to help my sister. I’m not a fan of how the people in the company work, now I don’t have full knowledge of how each person handles their business but so far it has left a bad taste in my mouth. I’ll be completely honest though, the only products I’m fine with using would be the greens, wraps and defining gel. I’ve seen results on my sister but we both know that it takes more than just products to not only have results but to actually keep them. Many times when someone introduces me to anything new when it comes to taking for my health, I automatically say no, first explain to me what the ingredients are and even then I’ll most likely still decline because we can be getting told one thing when in reality it’s another. This is not only towards It Works but any other company that offers similar products to lose weight. I think promoting healthy eating, healthy habits and exercise would be the first way to go but taking pills to block calories is just not for me. I know it might seem as if I’m completely trying to make the business look bad, I know it has perks to it and it is definitely a huge help to have income coming in. I only hope that the people choosing to sell it are really doing their research as to what they are putting in their bodies and also trying to convince others that they need. I was easily influenced at first with it being labeled as natural but I don’t believe all the products are as natural as they state they are.

My next point is to how some of the people go about it when they want to post on social media why they chose to join. Don’t get me wrong I know it helps with those who have no choice at the time but to work from home. What I don’t agree with is how they can state that someone who works a 9 to 5 job is unhappy, I know it’s possible but it’s not the same for everyone. It’s not because they are afraid to join, afraid of changes or don’t want to work hard or whatever other reasons they may have. Everyone has a purpose, it’s simply something they don’t want to do and it can’t be forced upon them. Many people are happy where they are at and being able to stay at home making money isn’t the ultimate goal in life. They put their trust in God in leading them to where they need to be, where he wants them to be, not what someone else is saying is best for them. Now why would God be brought into this blog you might ask. A while ago the woman who signed my sister up is a very ambitious person and I know she wants to work hard to support her family, which is why often she would ask my sister how is her business going, seeing as how that benefits her as well. My sister Nancy, has different priorities at the time and unfortunately the other distributor was upset and rather than being understanding she kept stating excuses were being made when in reality it wasn’t the case, it just wasn’t for my sister. Now keep in mind I mentioned I don’t believe all the products are natural and my instinct was right. The other distributor and my sister were having a conversation when all of this went down. Completely out of the blue my sister was questioned on her beliefs and stated she was a Christian. I was in shock when the woman replied “Okay, never mind I see now why you don’t want to do it.” Of course my sister was curious as to why she would say that and it was because one of the products I believe or it could be more, can cause a serious illness and as soon as I find out which one, I will definitely post another blog about it or share it on the comments to this one. Christian or not, I don’t see why any company/human being would even want to sell something that can hurt someone. I know that there are many things going around in the world that can be just as dangerous which is very unfortunate. With many things going around, why add more to the mix? I never made one sell when I joined and I didn’t keep paying to have my account running. I don’t have a passion for it, I only joined to help my sister out which didn’t really make a difference seeing as how we both started putting our interest towards what we really love to do. I love blogging, even though I fall of the grid many times. I don’t know why but I always felt that when I blog it’s not just because I want to find something random to post about but because it holds meaning to me and I feel it’s something that needs to be made known.

God Bless ❤


Patiently Waiting

Embarrassing to admit but I used to spend my time imagining what the man God brings into my life will be like. I’d think of all the things we would possibly do, I’d picture myself waking up to making breakfast while I sip on my coffee. The gatherings we’d hold in our home. Yes I still want it all, but somewhere throughout these last couple of years it just vanished from my thoughts. No I didn’t let my hearts desire go but in the midst of the times I thought I met the one, only to see the reality of it sooner or later, I simply gave up. I gave up on looking, I gave up the search, I’m learning to put my trust in the Lord. At the correct timing, we will meet, no forcing the meeting, having to arrange when and where, no not this time. I’m sure God knows exactly what it is I need and when. Right now he needs me here, spending time with him and healing. I am being restored of what I’ve lost in myself, not the old self destructive habits but the good in me that slowly and silently hid away.


I’ve lost count how many times people have asked me if I’m okay, simply because I’m quietly sitting down enjoying the view. They say I look so serious, I tell them I’m fine but somehow I feel as if they don’t always believe me, not that I care. I wonder though, do I always have to be loud, smiling all the time just to prove I’m happy. Happiness shows through me in many ways, staring into the sky, drinking a cup of coffee, reading a book, cooking, etc. Happiness shows through all of us in different ways and I personally believe it to be beautiful.

Growing Up in Compton

Let me start off by saying that living in Compton is not as bad as it sounds. I’m sure many people hear all these stories of how ghetto it is, dangerous or what not but the way I see it, any place you go to has that possibility of it being unsafe. I remember growing up, whenever my sister and I wanted to hang out in the front yard with my cousins, my dad would always want us to come into the house early of course being young and all, we didn’t listen most of the time. I think because we were already getting older, to us it just didn’t seem that much of a big deal, maybe we were so used to our surroundings or we just figured we’re not going to let that stop us from going out. I’m not going to lie sometimes it can get bad but when doesn’t it, some where in the world there’s always something going down. When you’re younger you don’t really know what to expect so of course I was scared back in the 90’s. When New Years would come around we would always be ready to hit the ground since our neighbors down the street would always shoot sometimes even on Christmas we had to be careful. It felt like we couldn’t even enjoy the holidays at times because of it but that was years ago, thankfully that’s over with. The one thing that I remember as well was me, my sister, brother and cousins going to the store with my dad and uncle. We had a blue van so we were all just in the back sitting on the floor, some where near by I guess there was a shooting and I take it the person or people were driving a van similar to ours, we were already getting home pulling up into the driveway when all of a sudden there’s cops behind us yelling at my dad and uncle, searching them and asking questions. We were in the backseat wondering what did they do wrong, so then they open the doors to the back and see us all sitting there, of course they didn’t find anything they just simply made a mistake and that was it, the cops left. Many years before all of this though, I was still a baby but my family remembers clearly, I’ve just heard stories. We were living in a different house, not the one we are living in now but apparently a friend of the family was on the run I don’t know for what but they were. Somewhere down the line I take it they put our address in somewhere or maybe they just knew that he would always be there but one night we were all sound asleep when we get hit by a police raid. There they are knocking doors down, guns and all for no reason practically. It’s not like they knew that he wouldn’t be there, they were just doing their job I guess. I wonder how my parents felt, I can’t even begin to imagine the stress of all that happening and us just being kids I wonder what my reaction was, probably just crying all over the place, I don’t even know. Eventually they sold the house and thankfully my parents found a beautiful home not so far from where we first lived. To be honest though when we first moved in here, the house needed a lot of work. My parents took care of things around here little by little and as we got older they had us do our fair share of the work around here as well. I remember we used to literally cut the grass as a family, my brother and dad would do their part on that and us girls would sweep up, I never thought I would say I miss doing that. On summer days my cousins would come over and we would play football with the neighbors on the street until it was time to go inside, it’s crazy though because with the neighbors now all we do is say hi and bye. Their grandparents were really close to my parents, they were the first ones to welcome us into the neighborhood. When my sister met her husband, boyfriend at the time he got along well with them so I’m sure my sister was and still is happy about that, this of course was years after those summer days/nights being kids. Now a days things are calm compared to then, the last thing to happen around here was a drive by while some guy was sitting in his car a couple of houses down, unfortunately he lost his life. I can never understand how someone can even take another person’s life, doesn’t matter what differences they have it should never come down to that. Once in a while now, when we’re sleeping or maybe just starting to fall asleep we hear shots, cars burning rubber soon after which I hate hearing, it gets more frustrating then anything because all you can think about is how they can have no care for any innocent people that may be around. That is why I say any where you go can be dangerous because I’m sure my neighborhood isn’t the only place to be like this and there is no doubt that in some places it is much worse. My only hope is that it’ll change, me personally I don’t have fear of walking around here or anything, if I do it’s because I’m afraid of any dogs that might be on the loose wanting to chase me. Mainly though it’s my family that I have on my mind constantly especially my parents. My dad rejoined his car club again like two years ago or so, Viejitos Car Club from back in the days and sometimes they have parties weekend after weekend. Of course my dad takes off in his classic car and one of their friends almost had their car stolen so out of the blue these thoughts creep up and I start calling them to make sure they’re okay and sometimes my sister and I can’t sleep well until we know they are home safe. Funny how the tables turn, when we would go out they used to stay up worried, waiting for us to get home so they can yell at us and now they’re out enjoying their lives, doing what they couldn’t do years ago and now we’re at home worried waiting for them to get back. As much as we have our arguments and everything, I’m thankful to God he chose us to be family, we’ve been through tough times, we struggle from time to time but we are still here. Living in Compton has been what I like to say, crazy beautiful. I love it here but I’m all for traveling as well for a new atmosphere. ❤

For The Love of Food

First off let me start off by saying that I’m not the most fit person in the world and I’m definitely fine with that. There was a point when I would exercise but for all the wrong reasons, I wasn’t happy with myself and I wasn’t mentally stabled years ago so that really didn’t help, obviously. Now a days on the other hand I do it for my health. I think many times people take out of context when we talk about staying fit, watching what we eat and all that sort of stuff, how ironic though because I used to be one of them. I didn’t really like to hear about anything that had to do with someone telling me to lose weight, I thought it was rude and mainly I thought society was so wrapped up in what you should look like in order to be beautiful. One way or another I’ll admit, that did have an affect on me and to this day I’m still a little bit of self conscious but that’s more personal, thankfully now I could truly care less about what someone else says but point being, if you’re going to get into being healthy and fit, be sure it is for you and only you. I say go for it, for all the right reasons and to me, being healthy is more than enough. I will add this, don’t ever feel like you need to deprive yourself of something if you really want it. God only knows how many times I reached for the junk food rather than a salad or anything on that level but sometimes a girl just wants to enjoy a cheeseburger or something, nothing wrong with that, so to each their own right. I always just try to keep a balance between exercising and eating the food I want. Whatever works for me may not be for some people and what works for some may not work for me. Who are we to say how someone should live their life or what choices they should make?

I believe that the most important thing to do is to simply support one another even if we don’t always approve. If you’re happy then the ones that matter will be happy for you. ❤