January
19, 2024 “I was a hypocrite y’all!”
Tonight, I shared a story with
my clients while I was teaching yoga and now, I’m sharing it with you. I was a
hypocrite y’all!
A hypocrite is a person who
claims or pretends to have certain beliefs about what is right but who behaves
in a way that contradicts those beliefs.
You see it wasn’t until I
acknowledged my ways, took action to change them that my life went into a more positive
direction. It changed so much that many doors and opportunities opened that I
couldn’t even dream possible started to happen. I got in the best shape of my
life. I opened Tadda’s, I have experienced television appearances, magazines
shoots and many publications. My health improved drastically; my finances
increased but most importantly I was happy & healthy.
So, let me tell you how
hypocritical was. When I first moved to Atlanta in 2001, I worked at Grady
Memorial Hospital for many years in their emergency department. I lived for the
fast-paced traumas and resuscitations. I was always prayerful that every life
could be saved, however we know that not all car accidents, gunshot victims,
tragic incidents, heart attacks or strokes survive.
For those that did survive, I
would often educate the patients on eating healthier, getting enough rest and
to exercise to help prevent another heart attack or stroke, etc. Then, just
like now I am always big on education. The problem is I was brow beating them
with what they must do right when I would leave work and do the complete
opposite.
See, y’all only know the 2008
to the now Tadda however prior to 2008 I was a heavy club/restaurant hopper, I
would leave Martini Mondays at Justin’s and go to Club Chaos, we would party
until 4AM. My crew and I were regulars at Club 112, Visions, The Shark Bar, Kaya
and every new poppin restaurant…y’all get the picture. I ate out almost every night and kept my wine
on tap. The days I did work at Grady hospital on my way home I would come up at
the Wesley Chapel exit and wait in a LONG line at Popeyes, oh so patiently, but
I would spaz out if I had to wait over a minute on the phone or in line for
something for my health.
Shrimp Po Boy with extra
cheese, some fries and a large, sweet tea was my regular order at Popeyes. Many
days I couldn’t wait to get home and would devour the entire meal while driving
home in a matter of 10 minutes.
It wasn’t until I had to start buying
medium sized scrubs or I couldn’t stand seeing myself naked in the mirror, or
when I was out of breath climbing stairs or when my temper became excessively
short that I realized what I preached to my patients I wasn’t doing for me, it was
this day that I realized that I was lying to myself and being a big hypocrite.
