Fruit Loops or Bust!

Every summer, my nieces and nephews visit from Oklahoma. 

I had my 14 year old nephew over for a few days.

He spends 37 hours a day on video games.

One day last week, I told him to get dressed because we were going to the Museum of Fine Arts.

Matter of fact, I told him to get up early and fix something to eat.

Cereal. Toast. Oatmeal. Eggs. 

Whatever.

After yelling, "GET DRESSED and EAT" for an hour, I finally decided to go upstairs to see what was going on.

That's when he shared with me that he WASN'T going to the museum and that he doesn't want anything that I have in the kitchen. 

(cue Jill Scott saying "Word?!?)

I looked at him and politely informed him he had 5 minutes to get his stuff together.

I politely drove him to my mother's house without uttering a word the whole drive over there.

If you don't eat MY Fruit Loops or MY Frosted Flakes or refuse to go to the museum...go back to the house from whence there's none of that!

And what kid doesn't eat Fruit Loops?!?!

When I dropped him off, I laughed at myself on the way back home.

I turned into my dad that day.

No arguing. No back and forth. 

Got a problem?

I'll solve it.

(Thrift store: Skirt/traincase/necklace/belt/scarf; Urban Outfitters Prince Tee; BCBG Heels; F21 bracelets)

And would you know that same nephew asked to come back to my house today??!

He's here right now.

Those same Fruit Loops will be waiting for him in the morning.

I'm thinking about going to the fabric store tomorrow.

I'll let you know how Round 2 ends.

Update...HE ATE THE FRUIT LOOPS for breakfast.
Ummm hmmm....just like I thought!

Chicken and Waffles

I had a breakfast date with Rocquelle.

We went to the Breakfast Klub.

ROCQUELLE's serpent tongue (joke!) wanted chicken and waffles and mimosas!

I, my friends, did NOT have any.

If you follow me on twitter then you see my morning tweetpics of my view as I WOG (Jog/Walk).

My weight goes up and down.

It always has. I just choose not to blog about it because I try to dress cute at any weight.

Plus, if I start talking about it....then there's THAT pressure to not eat chicken and waffles.

And I fall off the wagon alot.

If you notice, I steer clear of labeling myself on my blog.

Not that I'm against those who choose to do it for me.

But it puts me in a box

I'm just Reiko.

The girl with a southern drawl who loves dresses and a really good shoe. 

I like to just do me.

 Whatever that means for that day.

And without the labels...that means I can eat chicken and waffles every now and then.

(Prince Tshirt/ Vintage Skirt gifted by Juanette/Dolce Vita sandals/Thrifted clutch)

But I didn't eat them this time.

Rocquelle did.

But I did watch her eat chicken and waffles.

And she lived to tell about it!

I had scrambled egg whites/toast and sausage.

I was okay with that.....

Only because my hubby cooked chicken and waffles the day before! LOL!

And I ate it!

And life goes on!

(Full disclosure: I lost 4 lbs last week...COMPLETELY on purpose. I'm just trying to make better choices/eat healthier. A small milestone was fitting into this skirt again. I don't plan on blogging much about weight/weightloss just because that's not my ministry but you can follow me on Twitter/Instagram and you might see a glimpse of some things I'm doing there. With meat on my bones or not...I try to live a full and happy life no matter what)