I have to solve this problem, once and for all. So starting Monday, I am doing a strict sugar detox. I’m not pre-diabetic, but I have so many damned health problems I know are related to chronic inflammation — and sugar’s the biggie. So if any of you want to do it with me, let […]
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Yesterday, I got a letter from an insurance company telling me someone filed a claim against me for the car accident I was in back in October. I was pretty angry when I talked to their claims department — I said it was a three-car accident, a hit-and-run according to witnesses, and that neither I […]
I’m in the house where I grew up, sleeping in my old bedroom. I hear loud party noises, and when I go out in the hall to investigate, there are a bunch of people who are friends of my father, co-workers, etc. who are meeting my dad to take him somewhere for some kind of […]
That I only committed to five days of this Nutrisystem “food.” It’s possible that it tastes better to some people. (I know many things taste bitter to me, which accounts for the sweet tooth.) I did have some kind of pasta meal that wasn’t awful; it reminded me of Chef Boyardee, which my mother fed […]
I started Nutrisystem today, and I have to tell you that when a friend described it as “eating cardboard that tastes like tobacco,” he wasn’t far off. Not at all. However: All the weight has crept back on, and then some. In order to save my poor aching left knee, I am doing two weeks […]
I’m asking yet again: Do you guys want me to stop telling you what I think about our current politics? Perfectly happy to put up other stories in which I have no intellectual investment if that will make you all happy. Because frankly, it really pisses me off when people attack me in my own […]
I have a new job and I can’t even talk about it because I signed an agreement — and to be honest, I don’t even know what’s in it because I haven’t had time to read it. I’m working far too many hours and I’m so frickin’ exhausted. If anyone wins the Powerball drawing anytime […]
I’m doing errands around the neighborhood when I notice Pope Frank, sitting on a park bench, smoking. We start talking, and I say I have a spiritual question. He looks at me, take a drag off his cigarette, and smiles. He says, “I’m off the clock.” Fair enough. We agree to meet up later for […]
Is it just me, or is this week crazy?
From what people tell me, another day of the bad stuff and then a week of feeling exhausted. Whee!