What’s up, WordPress? Back for another banger!

Good morning, everyone! For those who are a little puzzled about the title, I’ve been watching a LOT of the adorable “Twinsthenewtrend” videos on YouTube this week, and that’s how they start out every video. Check ’em out! Fair warning, though, start one, and you’ll look up and wonder where that hour and a half went! For example:

Oh yeah! I’m listening while I’m blogging! Anyway, let’s get to the weigh-in, shall we? It’s not too shabby:

197.4

Yeah, back down 0.6 of a pound, and down is always good!

So, in spite of the fact that it’s still 2020, and everything’s still kind of fluid right now …

… not to mention, all the fires and, oh yeah, that pesky virus …

I’m just gonna keep counting my calories, drinking lots of water …

and of course, walking, outdoors if possible, indoors if necessary!

And I still have an active prayer life, in spite of what certain members of the patriarchy (you know who you are!) might think.

So maybe if I just keep doing all the right things, the scale will move, 2020 will (eventually) be over, and things will get better!

Well, maybe not THAT much better! I’m a realist! But we’ll do our best, won’t we? Meantime, keep chuggin’ the water and countin’ the calories, and I’ll see you next week!

Back from the cliff, plus my Potted Plants of Politics theory!

Well, I was all set to tell you a sad story about how it had finally happened — it’d been pretty obvious for a while, like the proverbial roaring freight train. 



No, no, THAT’S not what I was talking about! It’s my weight! I was all set to reveal that I’d gone over the 200-pound cliff and was ready to soldier on and fight the good fight and all that happy crappy stuff. But good news, I don’t have to!

198.6

And congrats, Ms. Harris! You might not have been my first pick, but as I’ve opined recently, you and Crazy Joe are basically the proverbial Potted Plant so many of us are willing to vote for at this point.



Funny thing is, now that I muse on it, Trump was kinda the Potted Plant of 2016, wasn’t he? Lots of Democrats and “undecideds” decided they’d rather have ABC (Anyone But Clinton), and since Trump was definitely Anyone…



he was pretty much the only option for keeping Gropin’ Bill Clinton out of the Oval Office.



But sooner or later, every potted plant starts to go bad (at least, all the ones I’VE ever been responsible for!). So this time, yeah, Biden’s pretty much the designated Potted Plant of 2020.



Which might not be a campaign slogan he’d appreciate, but what the hell, he’s got my vote anyway. As for Kamala, I’ll be honest — I didn’t really care for her till a few months ago, when I heard her interviewed by Will Farrell on “The Ron Burgundy Podcast.”

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And as one of my favorite cousins pointed out (hi Laura!*), that means we’ll get a whole lot more Maya Rudolph, yay!

I’ve got a soft spot for people who make me laugh, which is probably why I voted for Trump — let’s be honest, the man used to be an entertainer, after all! And y’know, you get what you pay for in this life.

But now, unfortunately, the laugh’s on US, so I say it’s time for a change — not just in the White House, but in my diet!



Yeah, it’s taking a lot of effort to turn this caboose around, but we’ll do it! Trust me — have I ever lied to you?



Never mind! Anyway, calorie counting works, so I’ll definitely be hoping for another happy loss next week (as well as one in November, nyuk nyuk!)!

(*and hi Margaret, and hi Garold! Don’t worry, you’ll get your moments in the sun at some point!)

It’s fine to say it sucks!!

Good morning, everyone! Well, in spite of the title of this post, I’m happy to say my weigh-in doesn’t suck (at least it’s down a skoche!):

199.4

Whew, back a teensy beensy bit from that over-200-pounds-eek-eek-eek cliff!

I won’t breathe (or eat) easy till I get back under 195, but I hereby vow that I WILL accomplish that goal by the end of this month! Slow and steady wins the race, right?

Still, it really sucks that I can’t just go to my gym and hop on the treadmill for half an hour or so, or lift weights.

And it also sucks that I can’t go to the library and kill an hour reading the newspaper and magazines (like the old fogey I am).

And it REALLY sucks that I can’t spend a pleasant day driving from one favorite used bookstore to another.

What also sucks is that if I dare to say in public that any of these things suck, I run the risk of somebody chiming in, “Yeah! And they shouldn’t be allowed to close all those places! And you shouldn’t have to wear a mask at Costco! It’s all a hoax!”

Then there’s the other possible extreme, which I admit I’ve been guilty of as well — scolding the people who complain by insisting that they acknowledge what a horrific disease coronavirus is and the reasonableness of the shutdowns. “What? You hate wearing a mask? You must be one of those anti-maskers who wants everyone to DIE!”

And here’s the truth: I’m one of those people in the “mushy middle” who I’m betting makes up the majority of people right now. We hate the shutdowns and we hate the face masks, while at the same time we TOTALLY understand and agree with the reasoning behind them!

So why is it that we can’t just express our opinions without being lumped in with the extremist thought police on BOTH sides? And yeah, I know there’s some danger in “bothsidesism.”

I mean, I’m part of the Byzantine Catholic Church, which has been playing both sides of the Catholic-vs.-Orthodox divide for a few years now!

So honestly, I don’t really know what the solution is. Maybe just exercise a little kindness and compassion towards everyone you meet? I know that’s a long shot, but isn’t it kinda sorta what those of us who consider ourselves followers of that Jesus guy in some way, shape, or form are supposed to be doing?

I dunno, I’m not sure I’m articulating this very well. Maybe I should just go have breakfast and think it over. Or maybe you could tell me what you think, in that oh-so-seldom-used “Comments” section right below! Whaddya think?

Meanwhile, have a great week — and remember, even though it definitely sucks, wear the mask!

Eureka, I’ve Got it! The Anti-Karen Solution??

So while I was growling over the weight GAIN this morning,

197.4

I tried to console myself by watching some of the new “Karen” videos that have bombarded my Facebook feed lately. Karen after Karen after Karen (female AND male), screaming in grocery stores, upscale fashion stores, and pretty much everywhere, all about how the Evil Government canNOT make them wear masks, and masks force them to breathe their own icky breath for way too long, and etc. ad nauseum!

And also reading about how in all those places where the Evil Government is NOT making them wear a mask, the equally Evil Virus is returning and the curve, which was sort of flattening — you know, like my weight was sort of dropping, until my gym closed down and life as we know it all kinda came to a screeching halt?



And I suddenly had a GREAT idea! Why not harness the power, energy, and all that pent-up Karen rage, and use it to our advantage?



First of all, if you’re one of the Karens going around yelling “Democratic PIGS!” and screaming that all the Democratic governors are forcing them to wear masks, please leave the blog for a few minutes. Okay? Thanks!



(looks around) are they gone? Great! Here’s the idea — and please feel free to pass this on to your Evil Democratic governator:

Make it ILLEGAL to go out in public WITH a face mask!!

Take a moment to mull it over, and you’ll see the absolute brilliance of this idea!

Karens in every Democratic-governored state will scream in anger:

You can’t take away my mask! You Democratic PIGS!!

and

I’ll give you my face mask when you pry it from my cold, dead FACE!!

MAGA 4EVER!! masks, manufactured by Trump Industries (basically, Karen personified) will proliferate everywhere,  and the economy will come roaring back!

Meanwhile, all of us (you and me, the ones who didn’t leave the room) will know it’s all a ploy to keep us safe from Hurricane Karen!

I’m sure there are some bugs in the idea, but I don’t have time to figure them out. Feel free to give me your thoughts in the comments!

See you next week!

Some common sense, for the butt-hurt amongst you

Okay, before I dive into yet another “Mildly Controversial” post, let me share some GREAT news with you — my weigh-in!

195.8

Yay, finally!! And if anyone ever tells you writing down your calories every day doesn’t make any difference, send ’em to me.

Now for the controversial part! Apparently a bunch of you (I’m using “you” generically, not talking about you specifically, MOM!!) are getting all upset because your favorite racist food names and/or logos are being retired, because … you know … they’re RACIST!!

And really, I kinda feel like I shouldn’t have to say this, but if you’re reading this, you’re a dieter, right? So you ought to know already that most of the crap Big Food pretends is “food” is really just a big glob of high-fructose corn syrup mixed with way too much sodium and way too little nutritional value, right?

What I’m trying to convey to you is that if you’re all butt-hurt because Aunt Jemima, Uncle Ben, and Eskimo Pie are changing their names, you really need to get a grip on reality.

If it’s too hard for you, let me “blogger-splain” it to you.

These names and logos are based on racial stereotypes. We, as a society, in this year of our Lord 2020 A.D., have finally started to realize that. And the businesses that make all our Taste O’Crap and CrapTastic Brand Kwality Food Products are finally allowing themselves to be dragged, kicking and screaming all the way, into the 21st century, where we’re supposed to be treating each other as equals.

So they’re changing the NAMES and the LOGOS. But they’re NOT changing the FOODS!! You’ll still be able to suck on your Crap On A Stick or pour Fake “Maypel” Syrup on your plastic-enhanced waffles, if you so choose!

You just won’t be able to do it while gazing lovingly at a name and/or logo that was most likely inspired by a minstrel show!

And frankly, if you’re reading this blog, you should know better than to be eating all that fake stuff, anyway! What’s wrong with REAL maple syrup, anyway? They do still make it, you know!

So untwist your panties and stop doing your bad Archie Bunker imitations, ‘kay? ‘Cause that, my friends, is no longer kosher (if it ever was)!

Whew — all that righteous indignation is makin’ me hungry! Tell you what — next week I’ll share a couple of easy breakfast ideas that you can make with at least 50 percent REAL food! Meantime, have a great week! Oh, and by the way:

Confessions of a Karen

Welp, the weight’s pretty much the same (you can see it in the sidebar if you really need to!), so I thought I’d just share a few thoughts I’ve had over the past few days. Thoughts about a person you may have heard a lot about lately. That’s right: KAREN!

By now, you’ve probably heard the term “Karen” applied to a certain type of woman, almost always white, giving in to what seems to HER to be “righteous anger,” but to everyone else, just sheer nuttiness at best, and outright racism at worst. (And btw, for those who think “Karen” is sexist, there are DEFINITELY male versions!)

So I’ve been watching those videos and reading first-person accounts of people who’ve survived close encounters with an angry Karen, such as birdwatcher Christian Cooper’s disturbing run-in with Amy Cooper, with a growing sense of unease, and finally realized today that the reason I feel so uncomfortable is that I’m seeing MYSELF in that Karen mirror!

I mean, I’ve never called 911 on anyone, but I’ve definitely gotten angry with people for (just as an example) parking in “my” space in front of our house.

I mean, you know, it’s not actually *marked* in any way, shape or form as my space, and (true confession!) I myself have parked in front of OTHER people’s houses. And yet, I still feel this sense of entitled rage bubbling up from inside. “How dare they take something that belongs to ME? or do something that *I* feel is incorrect? or [worst case Karen scenario] be somewhere that *I* don’t think they belong?”

Most of the time, I’ve managed to keep my inner Karen at bay, kinda like Good Janet facing off against Bad Janet.

And as I said, I’ve never called 911 on anyone — but I sure do realize now that there’ve been times when I *wanted* to, for all the WRONG reasons that those other Karens have done.

So, what now? Maybe Lucy was right, all those years ago:

Maybe the next step is to be more aware of situations where my inner “Bad Karen” might decide to make an appearance, and try to defuse them before they go any further than my own mind, perhaps by channeling GOOD Karen, you know, the one who sang all those pretty songs.

Or perhaps just walk away from the situation, reminding myself of what all Karens seem to forget: WE’RE NOT THE POLICE!

And (SPOILER ALERT!) if there’s one thing I learned from binge-watching “The Good Place,” it’s that even the worst of us can improve!

Even Bad Janet became Somewhat Better Janet, in the end.

 So it’s not impossible that “Karens” can improve as well, if we’re willing to take responsibility for our actions!

Well, if you won’t, I will! Anybody else? 

It’s gonna be a lot of work — and it’s not gonna be easy. But it needs to be done. Just like (circling back to the main topic of this blog!) I need to start working on my diet!

But we’ll worry about that NEXT week. Meantime, take care of yourself and those you care about/for!

What year is it again?

What a week, huh? Seems like every time we start to relax, 2020 throws us another curve ball!

And sure, we could probably get through it if we just had some calm, sensible, reassuring leadership, either now or in the foreseeable future!

Yikes! Well, obviously we don’t, so I for one don’t feel inclined to get too excited about my weight loss, or lack thereof! Which brings me to the weigh-in:

198.0

which, all things considered, isn’t really that big a deal! After all, while I haven’t lost, I haven’t gained, either. And since losing seems to be the order of the day right now, I suspect I’m in good company!

(Although, in a twisted sort of way, he’s actually accomplishing quite a lot!)

But of course, as I’ve often said, this is a weight-loss blog, not a political one, so whether you support the Trumpster or the Hair Sniffer, you’re welcome here! Just be aware that I do have my opinions, and occasionally need to get them out in the open!

Well, since I’m paying $50 buckaroonies a year for the privilege of this WordPress blog, I’m darn tootin’ gonna have my say, so there, David!! Anyway, that’s the weigh-in! Hopefully by next week, the world will have calmed down a bit and it’ll stop looking like the ’60s are making a comeback!

See ya then, unless … well, let’s just keep the positive thoughts, shall we?

 

Are we focusing too much on weight during the lockdown?

Hey, everyone! How are you holding up? I don’t know about you, but I’m getting a lot of quality crocheting and knitting projects done.

And my weight is pretty much staying the same, a little up, a little down, but basically circling around the same area it’s been for the last several months:

194.6

However, I’m thinking after today I might give myself a break from the weigh-ins.

Don’t worry, I’ll still blog! But I came across this article in Glamour Magazine last week, “Everyone is Terrified of Getting ‘Quarantine Fat’ and Just Enough Already,” in which author Lindsay Schallon says:

Despite the fact we’re going through an unprecedented health crisis, the prevailing message on social media right now is that we’re somehow supposed to be “making the most” of our time spent indoors. Write that novelOrganize your closetBake breadGet quarantine fit!

Now, I don’t blame anyone for taking up a new hobby in order to distract themselves. You can only have so many conversations with your cat until you begin to feel completely deranged. But that last one—the idea that we should be using all this “extra time” to lose weight, or at least not gain any—moves beyond feeling productive and gives into a societal fear I thought we were moving past: Getting “fat.”

And I think she makes some great points! It’s what I’ve been saying as well: if cocooning with a good book and a big bowl of M&M-laced trail mix is what you need to help you get through this time of very legitimate angst, I am NOT going to tell you you’re wrong!

And neither is Pope Frankie!

So do what you need to do to stay sane! Sure, I think it’s great if you’re enthusiastic about doing more exercise and working out and sticking to your diet. But it’s ALSO great if you’d rather put off the healthy stuff till the crisis passes.

Do what you need to do! And in the spirit of nonjudgmentalism (also because, frankly, next week is Easter, which means a whole lot of cheese and chocolate and eggs and meat, in our household anyway!)…

…I’m hereby giving MYSELF a break from the Official Weekly Rhymin’ Weigh-Ins, till April 30th.

(and btw, so long, Schitts Creek!! loved that series finale!!)

Again, I’ll still check in on Wednesdays with a cheery “howdy”! Just won’t be updating the numbers for a while. So feel perfectly free to do the same! You have this kinda-sorta diet guru’s full permission!

See ya next week for the NON-weigh-in!

And now for something completely different!

Thought I’d take a break from the weigh-in this week, travel back in time, and have a conversation with my grandfather.

Edward Paul “Eddie” Meisburger, Oct 26, 1895 – June 1979 — we just called him “Papa!”

He was a journalist, and also pals with President Harry S Truman (for real!)

That’s Papa, second from right, with HST on the left

So I figured he’d have some good insights into our current situation! I told him all about the COVID-19 coronavirus outbreak, and all the “shelter at home” and “social distancing” stuff.

Happy 15th anniversary to “The Office”!

I told him how jarring it was to go to the grocery store now and have to stand in a long line to get inside, where the shelves were increasingly empty.

Though for some strange reason, there’s plenty of vegan meat and cheese substitutes!

I told him how frustrated we all were at the fact that no one had any idea how long this was going to last, or how it was going to end.

He nodded, took a sip from his hip flask, and asked, “And who’s your President these days?”

“Donald J. Trump,” I replied.

Papa looked startled for a moment, then turned his head to look at the calendar on the wall behind him.

And he chuckled. “Good one, kiddo — you had me going there for a while!”

Happy April Fool’s Day, everybody! See you next week, where I promise to do an actual weigh-in, maybe! Oh, and enjoy these “bonus alternate endings” from an idea by Mr. 50by60:

The occasional rant!

As my more-or-less loyal readers know, I usually try to keep this blog controversy-free. And for the most part, like the great Weird Al, I succeed.

However, every once in a while I get a bunch of Really Important Thoughts!! that simply MUST be expressed somewhere, somehow, or I’ll blurt them out in an inappropriate place, like, y’know, church, or the yarn store.

And I don’t really want to antagonize the good folks at the yarn stores because, what with the coronavirus AND the spring rains, I’ve been spending more time at home, crocheting, weaving, and just generally getting my craft on!

And yeah, unfortunately all that sitting around does have an effect on my, er, bottom line — to whit, today’s weigh-in:

193.6

Still, I’m enjoying it! And if you’re currently being affected in any way by the coronavirus outbreak, or have just decided to stay home out of an abundance of caution, I say good on you, mate! Don’t let anyone tell you you’re being too paranoid or blowing things out of proportion.

Which is where I have to do my Mildly Controversial Rant! I’m seeing a lot of religious folks in my Facebook feed and elsewhere insisting that taking steps to keep the coronavirus from spreading, by avoiding crowds, washing your hands more often, not shaking hands, etc. is all just a Big Satanic Plot!

And as we all know, during the Middle Ages, when the plague and cholera and other diseases were wiping out thousands of people in Europe, all you had to do was go into a church and/or join a procession, and you’d be perfectly safe!

Yeah, that’s not really how infectious diseases work. And fortunately, there are plenty of equally religious folk who DO understand that. Now, I’m a “cradle Catholic,” so naturally I criticize my church ALL THE TIME — and let’s be honest, more often than not, they deserve it!

However, I do appreciate that most of our Bishops are urging people who are sick to stay home from Mass, or at least avoid shaking hands and spreading their cooties to others during the Sign of Peace.

And apparently, some people think that’s Satan talking! But y’know what? I seem to remember a certain guy in the Bible telling people that we should treat others the way we want to be treated!

And I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want anyone giving ME their icky cooties!

So I am perfectly OK with hunkering down in my She Shed with my YouTube videos and (re)learning all my fun needlecrafts until they develop a vaccine for this thing, which they will, eventually! Although it probably wouldn’t hurt for me to go out for a walk once in a while, which I’ll also do, as soon as it stops raining.

Meanwhile, STAY SAFE and don’t take any unnecessary risks! Remember —