I just realized I haven’t written anything here in more than a month.
I’ve been busy looking for work and doing other writing projects.
My first ebook comes out on Kindle at the end of the month, and the novel I’ve been threatening to write for 10 years is finally in Chapter 2.
I’ve been on Weight Watchers for a week and have lost a total of 10 pounds at this point. If I get brave enough I might even post a picture just so I have a reference. The big thing I’ve relearned is to eat mindfully. That means paying attention to what I put in my mouth. As long as I do that and consciously decide what to eat, I do pretty well.
My wife has informed me that she wants to see a lot less of me. She doesn’t want a divorce, she wants me to lose weight so I’ll be healthier. I’ve needed to do this for a long time, as I am beyond being merely obese.
I joined Weight Watchers yesterday and am committing myself to at least 30 minutes on my floor elliptical every day, or to take one of the 3 furkids for a walk.
I did remind me of the following:
Never Say Diet
“Your belly’s too big.” said my doctor one day
as he poked at and prodded my gut
“Your flab has got flab of it’s own, my dear boy!
Not to mention your prominent butt!”
I thought for a moment, before I replied
“How much weight are we talkin’ bout, doc?”
He answered, “I hope that I’m not being snide
but I’ve purchased more Weight Watcher’s stock”
I had to agree that the scale didn’t lie
though ignoring it worked for a while
I gave a deep sigh, said I’d give it a try
thus beginning my seven month trial.
I ate cabbage soup till my hair turned pale green
I drank Slim Fast in cups, pints and quarts
Richard Simmons came by, but he just made me cry
He wedgied my exercise shorts!
There was Zumba and Yoga and seven day fasts
to shed all the pounds that I’d gained
Repeated colonics and various tonics
Left me weary and bleary and drained
But finally I lost all the weight I’d put on
And I’m feeling much lighter than air
I’m looking my best as I start a new quest
I’m regrowing a full head of hair
I’ve been thinking a lot about the Black Lives Matter movement and the usual rejoinder that “All Lives Matter”. My response is that all lives don’t matter unless they matter equally.
American culture has historically been one where the lives of people of color, Native Americans, and even women have been seen as mattering less than those of white men.
Much of the current mess comes from that history and the fear by some that other people’s lives mattering more will make their lives matter less. This is part of the zero sum game being played by some in our current politics, where everything that is a gain for someone else is necessarily seen as a loss for them.
If your only definition of success is having more than others, then other people having more threatens your sense of having succeeded. Unfortunately, some of this is baked into our culture.
If we want to truly solve the problems that have been made so painfully visible as of late, we need to retrain ourselves to celebrate each other’s successes instead of merely upholding our own.
I just posted a bunch of poems from my stash into the Verse Page.
I also just started posting short stories to Royal Road under the title “Masks and Other Things”