“There is more to a pretty face he said.” 


know...I did tell that daughter of mine that we were going on a Mommy and me vacay. I told her that we would have our own private driver, endless spa treatments, life on a fast boat, and 80+ degree weather to sun and swim in. I just forgot to mentioned to her that it included a daily visit to a coach named Desmond; The Islands Tennis guru. There is something quite relaxing about facebooking while looking at the ocean. Keep warm my loves. This view can’t last forever. LMAO or can it? #thesunwillcomeouttomorrow

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The Power of a Plait

And just like that, I made an appointment with myself, twisted my hair, and booked a flight for my Daughter and I to head to a warm, tropical destination. It’s cold as hell in Atlanta. I work all of the time. I need a beef patty, an ocean, and some sun. She needs to play some Tennis before her college season begins again at Tennessee State. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. 
Namaste

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Happy New Year 2018 and Baseball

The common denominator is real. Let’s all pretend that our life bases will be loaded, and that in 2018, we each get to swing as many times as we like!

Whatever curve balls that life throws at me, I vow to always make an earnest attempt to stand up, walk straight, and start swinging. I will always give life my very best swing. it’s only in a baseball game where three strikes means you’re out. See, out here in real life, you get to swing as many times as you have motion. Words such as Penalties, fouls, even when they are deemed vagrant; it’s just man made terminology that is often used when winning a game can cost you something. 
It’s a New Year and no one is really keeping score. You can foul out, fall down, steal bases, miss catches; all while playing with your eyes closed, and still win. 
Life is like a baseball game. Innings are really calculated as years. The dugout is a safe place that some of us may call home. Game day is every day that we rise. A loss is simply a minor setback that will remind each of us that we are all valuable players. Payday… That’s a little different. I do know that it is impossible to measure a man or woman by a calculation of monetary value. We are all rich in new beginnings. 
Please join me and walking in 2018 with our heads held high. I have a feeling that bases will be loaded, but All I can see happening are home runs. 
Happy new year. Thank you to all of my teammates that continue to play with me in my dugout. You guys know, that all I believe in is winning.

Namaste

Food - Football "The Truth Behind The Cover"

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Dear 2018 ,

Trust me...you really should read this long ass post. It could change your life, or the life of someone you know, love, or care for❤️

Dear 2018, 
I declare that I am so ready for you. 
In 2017, you challenged my faith, my gut instincts, and you tried to take away a part of my soul. But, you clearly didn’t win! 
You see that you couldn’t change my heart, my mind, or my convictions. I easily conquered every obstacle. I made my faith, my favor, and I made my fun in places where peace was hard for others to even see. You had no hold on God’s plan, my walk, or my triumphs. I was reminded that God had already prepared me years, and years ago for my journey. Nothing that you could do stopped me from believing and truly knowing that what will be, will be. 
I have clearly loved and lived beyond everything.

Food-Football
“The truth behind the cover.”

When that man of mine got admitted to the hospital and I heard the nurse yell, “Code-blue,” I didn’t flinch. After doctor after doctor declared that he may need a heart transplant, or a temporary heart monitor. I said, “It won’t work,the devil is a liar.” It wasn’t until I made the decision / against doctors orders to check him out of the hospital that I was reminded that God had already prepared me for a victory. I held my head up high and remembered the two years I spent at Duke University studying at the renowned Rice House. I was personally trained to prepare heart saving meals by one of their top Chefs . I witnessed dozens of those diagnosed with heart problems, kidney disease, out of control cholesterol levels, diabetes, and many other life challenging illnesses, be healed. I was obsessed with understanding how the Doctors there could take the patients medicines away and change their health with just certain combinations of food. I witnessed patients go from this is my last hope, to total recovery. That was over 15 years ago. I never knew that I was being prepared. When that code blue thing happened, 
I became his doctor, his cook, and his prayer warrior. I looked at him and said, “ Do you really believe that God blessed me with you to take such good care of me, and everyone that I love, and he didn’t prepare me to do the same for you?” I became his personal chef. He only ate from my hands for 3 months. There was no Doctor at Piedmont Hospital , Northside Hospital, or even Emory Hospital that could help him. 
In the end, they were calling me asking me for insight. They said that it was unlikely that his heart could go back to normal. 
Today, The Sports Joc doesn’t take any medications. His blood pressure is a constant 120/78, and he lost 50 pounds. 
The glory was never mine. God had just prepared me. That’s just one story of how 2017 tried to take my joy. I wrote a cookbook about it. I cooked meals like I was a professional caterer for several people, and along the way, I changed a few lives with food. The victory was not mine. It is the Lords. Please Share this message of triumph with someone that may need to know that help comes in different forms. I was tempted to confine this story to my intimate circle, but I just couldn’t. I gave myself permission to share this. I pray that you do the same.

Please message me, or sign up at angeliaheard.com If you would like to know more about Food-Football. 
Plus, you can join me on Sundays in the New Year at my, “Girl Palace,” to practice making, and prepping heart saving meals. 
I should have the detailed information up on my website by the first week in the New Year!!!

Namaste

 

 

 

Gifts to Self

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Happy Thursday!!!
I buy my own flowers every couple of weeks. I place them in areas around my Girl Palace to remind me that nobody can gift me the elegance of sunshine. I gift it to myself. My own words and my ever-changing philosophies guide my mind to a place of peace. Be your own intentional sunshine. That way, whenever it rains or gets cloudy, you will always see the sun.

Namaste

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Hold On... Be Encouraged

It’s just two short days after Xmas. Consistency, consistency, consistency. That is the rub. The gym is almost empty today. I know that the New Year will be here in just a few. My early morning crew of the fit, fine, and focused have left me all alone. Some days you just have to encourage yourself. My competition is me. My goals are simple. Work on myself. Less of me, and more of the people I love. My ambition is to be able to run around Walt Disney World with my Grandkids. Wake up and watch me roar. Don’t let the appeal of New Year resolutions hold you back. Tell yourself that every day is new. Happy Wednesday. Start at the end. It’s almost the end of 2017. It will make every new beginning monumental. Watch ❤️