Weight Loss - Weight Gain... Wait, What?

One of my daughter's favorite things to do at the annual State Fair is to have someone guess my age. Typically in the past it was an easy way to win a stuffed animal on the way out of the Fairgrounds. This year I decided to let her be the person of interest and the Announcer had to guess her birth month. The rules stipulated that the guess had to be within 2 months of her real birth month. She was born in July and the Announcer's guess was June, so she didn't win.

She was upset that she lost and I felt bad since I suggested that she go instead of me. On our way out we saw another Announcer and I suggested that I give it a try since that was the way we planned it originally. I volunteered to have them guess my weight, while I was being sized up I even held in my belly and tried to stand as still as possible. (I didn't want any giggle to give me away)

The way it works is that his guess had to be within 3 pounds of my actual weight. After briefly looking my 5'1 stature over he guessed, and he was WRONG! Yay I initially thought to myself. I  began to chuckle as I started thinking that he's easily 8 pounds off. I'm definitely heavier than that. He then motioned for me to get on the scale and Wham! I tipped the scale far beyond his little wussy guess. I was actually 13 pounds heavier. Yeah take that! I WIN and you LOSE!!!! I'm of course saying all of this in my head, doing a mental jig and thumbing my nose at him mentally as well. Afterwards, Acacia grabbed her stuffed animal and we walked out. See ya sucker!!! I hear one is born every minute I should have said while relaxing my belly muscles.

It wasn't until the ride home along I-40 that I realized the joke was on me. Damn, I really need to lose some weight.

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Regretful Posting

I was wondering when a new epic fail would present itself and it did so at the end of 2014. I don't celebrate failure but I do write about it to let everyone know that my experiences with what I do isn't all roses. I always get questioned as to why I only highlight the good and my answer is that I like to live my life that way. This does not mean I don't acknowledge the bad. I just choose not to accentuate it by breathing more life into it than what already exists, but I must be honest with myself.

As I scout for new business to explore I sometimes explore new findings via the web before I venture out. I saw a business and by the looks of it didn't want to even consider patronizing the place. It is a relatively new company and offered up nothing different from what I've already seen and far from what I consider to be noteworthy. Oddly enough about two weeks later I was contacted by said business (marketer probably) and asked if I could write about them.  This isn't unusual and I welcomed invites, up until this point it was always a pleasant experience. I thought about it for a long while and decided to give them a chance. I went against my own instinct to just leave them alone and blogged about them anyway just to include them. Simply put, I wanted to be nice.

I totally regret that I compromised my authenticity for them because after my posting I was completely snubbed by the business. I placed the posting on my Twitter, Instagram and Facebook accounts to show them the love I give to local  businesses that I truly enjoy. In the end I just felt used because it wasn't my idea to write about them to begin with. I learned my lesson, if I ever give any business my time and space on my site ever again it is because I was genuinely moved to do so. Not because I felt coerced.

I felt so badly about that incident I took a break from blogging which is my love. I vow to never let any outside entity to compromise how I feel about my blog or to manipulate what I do with integrity on a regular basis. Sorry for being M.I.A.

Oh and by the way... Happy New Year!

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Wax Spa

I walked into my appointment ready to experience the joys of waxing, the women that do it must be on to something I thought. I will admit that I was more looking forward to the benefits and not the process itself. When I checked in I asked the receptionist did she ever get work done at the spa. She said that she did and so my follow up question was "Is it painful?" She insisted that it wasn't and against my better judgment I believed her. She said that they used a special kind of wax and it is easier on the skin.

I was greeted by a tall, intimidating yet friendly esthetician who called me by name and walked me to her room. She closed the door behind us and then says with an imperative tone,

"Take off your underwear."

She cut right to the chase didn't she? I wanted to joke and ask if she could buy me a drink first but she stood at around 6 feet and had a very serious demeanor. I figured jokes were not going to bounce off of her very well. I then shimmied out of my skivvies like a pro and the hopped on top of the table. She asked me if it was my first time and I admitted to it but was still enthused.

The esthetician began stirring the dark blue wax and wasted no time slathering it onto the right side of my groin. As she was doing so she pointed out the kind of wax they used along with the fact that they have no use for wax strips because it is so superior. She then placed the wax stick back into the pot and came over to remove it. Since there aren't any strips she had to find a good corner of unoccupied wax to grip and then pull away with. It was at this point I began to regret the very moment I walked through that door. While searching for a corner to grip I could feel the individual hairs that were caught up being slowly extracted from my skin. Then came the quick rip! It sounded like Velcro and felt like my epidermis along with my hair was being removed. I never take the Lord's name in vain but I assure you that with every rip and re-rip  (because she couldn't get the full area of hair removed THE FIRST TIME) I  called out to the Father AND the Son. I knew if anyone was in the waiting room they could hear me for sure! Especially that receptionist!

The final straw was when it became so painful that I slammed my legs shut out of agony. She then says "Oh no don't do that, the last woman who did that I couldn't pry back open. I needed another assistant to help me bring her knees back down towards the table." I didn't have to ask because she was very serious and this was more of a serious threat rather than cautionary tale. After she did a choppy job of the front she then asked if I still wanted to get a full Brazilian like I signed up for. I told her no adamantly, she insisted that it wasn't as painful as the front and she waxes all sorts of her body like her nose (ugh) and face as if that would change my mind. It only made the situation more uncomfortable. She also stated that shaving with a razor makes the skin thicker thus harder to pull the hair out via waxing. I still declined more than once so she finally obliged me by finishing me up with a special powder. She suggested for next time (as if) I should take painkillers before my appointment and also to purchase a topical anesthetic. No ma'am and good day to you I thought to myself.

Before I could run out screaming like I really wanted to she grabbed a handful of business cards to pass out to my friends. REALLY?! I would never do that to my friends I thought to myself. I took them just to be polite and trashed them later. I was mortified, in serious pain and totally regretful of my experience. I limped out with what dignity I had left never to return again.

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My name is Dawn Moore and a few years ago I decided to get to know my city better by shopping in a more conscious and deliberate way.  I realized that although I had lived in Raleigh at the time for about 5 and a half years I hadn't truly experienced it.

The one thing we all have in common in this city or any city really, is that we spend our money here on goods and services daily.  I decided that by documenting only the positive experiences I've had with businesses I can relive them later on. It makes me feel good about my money being well spent. Furthermore, making my journey public comes from me wanting to share them simply because I think any business doing its job well deserves to be celebrated. The statistic about a customer having a bad experience and the likelihood of them sharing that experience with others is 3 times greater than if they had a positive one.

These posts and snap shots of where I've been are things I'd like to remember while exploring my town and patronizing these businesses.  I also wanted to learn my way around the city by making sure I've covered all parts of it corner to corner. Often I get the question why just Raleigh Dawn and not the entire Triangle? That might change at some point however, I think that Raleigh is large enough for me to uncover something new often. I am not sure how long this journey will be but I am making a conscious effort to enjoy my time as a resident of Raleigh North Carolina and bringing good news about great businesses we may have otherwise overlooked! Happy Reading!

DawnMooreNotLess:)


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Hello! Welcome to my page. I love writing about all of the positive experiences I have as a consumer in my city. So far I've thoroughly enjoyed having new experiences and meeting some interesting people along the way. This is my journey around the City of Oaks.


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