I’m Declaring this National Mind Opening Week


It seems that every time I go online I see where somebody has posted a preachy and judgmental post about some hot button issue, usually distilled down to a bumper sticker type statement that is far too simplistic to do anybody any good. The post will then be followed with lots of hatey comments agreeing/disagreeing with the post. I’m frustrated by this whole thing. Apparently it has become illegal/immoral/unforgivable to hold a different opinion on things.  We’re never going to fix the things that are wrong in our world unless we open our minds to the possibility that somebody else might know something we don’t. So I’m going to declare this National Mind Opening Week. In honor of this week, I’m going to go to a source I generally don’t trust/like and listen to what they have to say for a full 15 minutes. Then I’ll do the same thing tomorrow and the next and the next…throughout the week. I’ll strive to have an open mind as I listen/watch/read.

By the end of the week I hope I’ve learned something I didn’t know before. At the very least I’ll know I’ve cracked my mind open a tiny bit.

That’s always a good thing. Right?

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Monday Musings – The Magic is Coming!


If you’re like me you love this time of year. It’s almost as if, with the gradual sloughing off of Summer’s sweltering temps, magic begins to rise. Magic is in the panorama of colors adorning the trees…in the memory-laced scent of burning leaves…and in the plethora of wonderful holidays on the near horizon. Have you ever wondered why there are so many holidays lumped into the space of 5 months? From October through February, we celebrate a holiday every month. These are all cool to cold weather holidays. Why is that? Is it because Summer is its own celebration? Maybe. We do have Memorial and Labor days marking summer’s beginning and end, but on the celebration scale these are fairly minor holidays. No, the real magic is in the Fall/Winter holidays. From the fun and playful energy of Halloween, to Thanksgiving’s celebration of our many blessings, the delightful expectation of Christmas, the new beginnings represented by New Years, and the love and loving represented by Valentine’s Day…Winter is chock full of fun and magic.

Maybe that’s to offset the bitter cold and annoying ice. But I don’t think so. I believe we’ve always been inspired by the peace and beauty of Winter. To me, snow covered ground and sparkling trees are a portal to a magic place. I embrace the fog of expelled breath on icy air. The sweet smell of a Winter-painted landscape. And the crackle of a warming fire inside a cozy cabin. I love it all. And I can’t wait to embrace it again.

Happy Winter everybody!

Monday Musings – This Thing Called Dieting


I’m fat. Not grossly fat. Like 2 seats in an airplane fat. But fatter than I should be for my height.

When I look in the mirror I see a round person staring back at me. Cheekbones are still there but they’re struggling mightily to be seen under the squish. Am I unhealthy? That depends on where you look for input. Some studies say that people with a little squish are better off than skin and bones types. I’m definitely not skin and bones but I don’t think I’m obese either. I have middle of the road squish. Still, it really doesn’t matter how fat I am if my clothes don’t fit or I feel like a beach ball rolling around the house. When the way I look gets in the way of my life, it’s probably time to do something about it.

I’m basically a very motivated person. If I set my mind to something, I generally put my nose to the grindstone and keep it there until I get the task done. (Or I have no nose left hehehe) So why is losing and keeping weight off so hard? Too much Estrogen? Slow metabolism? Squirrel storing fat for Winter? (My own personal favorite) Or just plain over eating? I’m probably like most of you. I don’t overeat on a regular basis. I have days when I eat everything that crosses under my nose (ooh, mouse, yum) and though I have great intentions, my energy output is sporadic.

Here’s the real issue though. I’m a food addict. I love food. I love the look of it, the taste of it, the smell of it. I love the feelings it gives me when I eat, the memories of family and fun it induces. Sigh… I just love food. But unlike other addictions, you can’t give food up. You can’t avoid it. All you can do is eat bland, tasteless, ishy stuff you would never touch if you had a choice. And you can only eat it in serving sizes as big as your little finger. Yum, sign me up. Add to that little bit of torture the fact that you also need to exercise, thus burning away the tidbit of food your diet allows you to consume and making you so hungry that, yes, even that mouse looks good.

In addition, your routines get all screwed up. You can’t enjoy that glass of wine at night anymore. Popcorn at the movies? A distant memory. And a visit home is pure torture, because your always skinny sister, niece and nephew-in-law can eat pretty much anything they want without ever gaining weight. I hate their guts.

Sigh… No wonder this dieting crap is so hard.

Do I ever wish I was a zombie, able to eat and eat and eat and never gain weight? Yes. Do I HATE people who can eat whatever they want and not battle their weight. Oh mama do I!

Yesterday I tried to eat my fingers with a little salt. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.

But I’m trying…

Pray for me.