Dear Diary Farmers Markets are...AWESOME

Okay this was in San Francisco not Atlanta but still!

But I am too poor to enjoy them all the time!  The other day I was driving around exploring my new adopted city.   I saw a sign that said Green Market.  It was a farmer’s market that was located at Piedmont Park.  So after circling around like National Lampoon’s European Vacation when they were stuck in the roundabout and kept seeing Big Ben, I finally found a parking space.   The Farmer’s Market was so nice with its fresh vegetables and fruits and hydroponics…no dudes not that kind of Dro.  Yeah they had so much to choose from.  This is the best way to support your local city by purchasing local produce and even meats.  But we know the problem, it’s SO DARN EXPENSIVE!!!!!!!!!  Is it really though in the long run?  Look at those TOMATOES...

Dear Diary I wanna be a billionaire....

So I was re-reading my blog entries (yes I am that vain) and noticed man all I do is complain and but never put my money where my mouth is figuratively speaking.  Well no more.  I heard of this book the Secret and apparently if you think it, it will happen.  I will be a size six (bwuahhahahhaha) okay seriously I think that all the time as I stuff cake balls down my gullet.  But seriously I wrote down some goals to help me be healthier and happier.  So here goes...

1. Be a billionaire like Oprah (do I really need a hyperlink for HER) and maybe Nate Berkus will design my castle oh and of course get on Oprah's network some how with my reality show.  

2. Make more meals at home that way I can make sure what I eat is healthy.  Somehow I don't believe restaurants when they say those vegetables are healthy and they are smothered in garlic butter, seriously.

3. Exorcise more and make it fun for me (Dahnya and Joey (the Zumba Queen) you guys inspire me!)

4. Whittle down my addiction to junk food full of so much preservatives that I can pretty much mummify myself.

5.  Be an internet viral that will end up on Tosh.0 and he will make me do a web redemption, okay never mind on that because I normally laugh at those a**holes.

6.Lower my intake of sugars of all kind.  Yeah I am a sugar addict not just desserts but breads.  If I had my way my meals would consist of fried foods, rolls and pecan pies.  Dang pecan pie with a side of Bluebell okay back to my goals.

7. Oh and to get sponsors to notice my blog so I can get free stuff, I use weight watchers!  I love Iphones!  I love Money (do you know if the US Treasury needs a spokesperson).

I really want goal number 1 to happen I am working on something, if Bethany Frankel can be a millionaire for a sh**ty skinny margarita, I can make BILLIONS selling poop too.  Seriously I am going to stick to these.  I am tired of excuses.  I have PCOS.  I want people to be aware that many women have it and the sad thing is you can control it with some medicines, exercise and healthy eating. If left untreated it causes infertility, diabetes, heart disease...the list goes on.  So this B is going to be healthy.  DELENA OUT!

Wait Wait Wait I forgot to change my number one goal to this:

Dear Diary I am moving on up to the east side...

This is how they do it in the Durty South

Well, my friends of Tejas, isn't that redundant since Tejas means friends, anyways, my friends I have left the Lone Star State.  Yes you read right.  I moved my Fatty McButterpants to a place we call Hotlanta.  Good ol ATL, in Georgia.  Jonathan got a job back in November of 2010 and they told him that they are moving to the "durty" south, where Ludacris was born.  I was not for it at first but then thanks to an old co-worker whose lack of self worth reminded me that I can do whatever I want and not be stuck in a rut at a job I didn't enjoy.  So I said let's do this and now here we are.  Getting to Atlanta was not easy.  We have to sell a house, find a place, find a job (a good one this time) and this time not try to fall through the crust of the earth.

Yeah I was eating like a fat man in a rib eating contest.  I couldn't stop because of stress.  STRESS IS BAD.  But I can also decide on whether or not to let it consume me or just let it go.Well I am just realizing that my stress=eating everything around me.  All I do is eat and drink.  Remember when I decided to give up alcohol, (hohohoheeehehehahahahaha, still laughing on that one).  I immediately went to drinking when we put our house up for sale.  It is freaking stressful and you gotta CLEAN YOUR HOUSE, what what.