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?

 

Kahlua-fueled hangover Wednesday!

Well, good morning, campers, rise and shine! Time to put your booties on, ’cause it’s cold out there!

Oh, uh, actually, it’s pretty warm out there — supposed to get up to 90 degrees Fahrenheit here in beautiful (finally!) sunny Southern California

And I for one welcome our new Sun overlord! As I may or may not have mentioned, I have a mild form of S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder), which basically means, “Cloudy days = SAD, sunny days = HAPPY!”

So today’s gonna be happy — er, once I get over that hangover (see post title!).

See, yesterday, Mr. 50by60 and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary.

And of course, part of that celebration involved the ingestion of alcoholic fluids — in my case, Kahlua! I always think the “coffee” part will balance out the “alcohol” part. Well, guess what?

Yup — I woke up this morning with a mild, but very noticeable, hangover! Thanks to some very strong (non-alcoholic!) cofveve, though, it’s finally receded just enough that I can sit here and write this scintillatingly witty blog post, for your entertainment!

Anyhoo, it made me wonder — you know how some superstitious people think 13 is an unlucky number?

Well, given that we’re only about a third of the way through 2020, the Year Everything Went Wonky, or YEWW …

… I’m wondering if maybe us having our 13th is just contributing, numerologically speaking, to the whole general YEWWiness of this sucky time! If so, let me be the first to offer my heartfelt apologies!

Hopefully, by the time our 14th rolls around, everything will be hunky dory and back to semi-normal! Meanwhile, hope YOUR week has been going well! Stay safe, be happy, and I’ll see ya next week!

State of the Weight!!

Well, good morning, everyone! I’m sure we all enjoyed last night’s State of the Union address, featuring President Trump, a frequent visitor to my meme gallery, and a couple of newbies

Of course, not everyone enjoyed it:

But ya know, you can’t please everyone! So on that note, let’s check out the State of the Weight, shall we?

193.4

Hey, not too shabby! I mean, I’d rather it was a LOT lower, but I’m fine with it just going down in dribs & drabs, right? As long as it’s down, not up!

So unless you’re in Iowa,

get ready to MAKE A DIFFERENCE for your country! Meanwhile, don’t rip up that diet plan just yet, Nancy!

I’m sure it’s chock-full of great weight loss ideas from our beloved Prez!

So let’s give it a try, and meet back here again NEXT week — whaddya say?

OK, well, the REST of us will be here, David! Have a great week, everyone!

Happy Thanksgiving – one weigh or another!

Well, well, it’s the day before Thanksgiving and I’m actually blogging! In prior years, I’ve given myself a holiday, but this year I think I’ll be a good little blogger and actually stick with my pledge to weigh myself every week, good, bad, or ugly. So let’s see what the ol’ scales say today … hmm hm hmm hm hmm …

191.8

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(Any excuse for a Rufus Sewell meme!)

Yeah, still on the higher side of what I’d like! Still, I’m not going to let it bother me. Mainly because it’s pouring down rain right now, and Mr. 50by60 and I have a long, slow slog ahead of us.

rain

So I’ll keep this short and sweet (like moi!) — have a WONDERFUL Thanksgiving! See you next week for the post-this holiday and pre-the next one edition!

Thanksgiving conversation starters and/or calorie burners!

Well, hello, everyone! Are you as excited about next week’s Big Giant Turkey Holiday (U.S. only) as I am? Bet you are! But before we get to that, how’s about the weigh-in?

191.4

A little lower than last week, so that’s good, right? Anyway, no worries! It’s that time of year, when we all gather round with our loving families, to clasp hands and, together, repeat those hallowed words:

And y’know, a lot of people worry about getting into political and/or religious arguments over holiday meals. I say, go for it! Nothing like a good knock-down, drag-out fistfight to keep that calorie deficit going!

So on that note, here’s a few ideas to get your family’s conversational balls rolling:

1. So, how soon do you think they’ll impeach Trump?

2. So, who’s paying for our meal, Elizabeth Warren or Andrew Yang?

3. Is it weird that I want Joe Biden to sniff MY hair?

4. When are you people going to [ditch religion/find God] and [enjoy your life/have a better life] already??

5. (take a deep sniff first) Um, you’re sure this turkey was cooked, right?

6. Hey [insert name of least favorite elderly relative here], are you going to take out your dentures again?

7. Hey [insert name of least favorite young whippersnapper relative here], when are you gonna get MARRIED and give us some GRANDchildren??

There ya go, seven questions guaranteed to get the blood flowing, so you can eat some more turkey and dressing!

Enjoy, and see ya next week!

Couldn’t I just blame it on Trump, like everyone else?

Are we ready? Let’s play The Blame Game!!

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Hrrmph…well, I debated whether to do a weigh-in today or wait till tomorrow, since last week’s was delayed till Tuesday.

But then I thought, y’know, that’s why I loved reading all the older weight loss blogs that inspired mine (like the great Shauna Reid’s Dietgirl). They posted the bad days as well as the good ones, so you, as the reader and potential co-dieter, felt like yeah, bad weight days happen to good people, but together, we can get through it!

So on that note (gulp), here goes:

184.8
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Yikes!! That’s a pretty big gain! Well, if I really want to play the blame game, there are plenty of candidates besides our beloved President!

— There’s Helen, the nice lady at our church who died, necessitating a funeral Saturday morning, necessitating her family to come in from out of town and take us out to a big lunch afterwards, at their expense, with cheesecake for dessert.
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— There’s Karen, the equally nice (but not dead) lady who also came in from out of town, stayed to visit her family, and invited us to their house for a backyard barbecue yesterday afternoon, featuring lots of big bowls of chips, hot dogs, burgers with cheese, and of course, cheesecake.

blame oprah

And last but not least, of course, there’s MOI!

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Because to be completely honest, I haven’t been tracking my calories for quite a while and I’m pretty sure I haven’t been creating that all-important calorie deficit which, whether you’re doing the No S diet or any other way of arranging your food intake, is the one and only way the weight will go DOWN instead of up!

So the winner and champion in today’s blame game is — me!!

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Oh well, the nice thing about weighing myself every day is I get plenty of early warning alarms when the weight is creeping upwards, and can take charge of the situation. I can waste time blaming others for putting delicious food in my path, or I can smile politely and say, “No thanks” — it’s up to ME!

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And I do think I’ll go back to writing all my calories down this week, and see if I can get a better handle on where I’m overeating. The “No S” thing is nice, but  primarily on the “S” days, which isn’t really the point of the whole thing! So during the following week, I’ll go back to a way of eating that’s more natural for me, write down all the calories, and let the chips fall where they may.

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OK, OK!! Meantime, have a great week!

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