Why?

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Dear you,

Why are so many Americans supporting our President?  Every day, he stands in front of cameras and lies.  He doesn’t even blink.  Yesterday, he talked about how European nations have never contributed $ to help Ukraine protect itself.  And, of course, they have.  But he just keeps saying that, the lie.


So, on this day as we move towards impeachment, chat about the latest scandal (whistle-blower), and apparently back-burner the UN report about our Earth/bodies of water and wild things being pretty much . . . done, I can only ask WHY?

Possible answers:

1. The Trump diehards truly want a “white”, polluted, and fast food fueled culture.

2. The Trump voter has been taught over and over and over that democrats or liberals are “not really Americans”.  We are evil and pagan and too physically fit to be real Americans. That propaganda loop is running in their heads and cannot be shut down.

3. The Evangelical Trump supporters want the world to end so they can get on to their theorized version of heaven.

4. Like the old-school Republicans (see the Senate) who flipped from reviling Donald to kissing his ring, perhaps Trump supporters fear him and believe his threats about a ruined nation “if” he is ejected or not re-elected.

5. And finally, the worst possible answer, his fans are simply assholes.

There it is.

But guessing WHY does not lessen my confusion. 

Why choose something ugly instead of a forward-moving nation, one that works cooperatively with other forward-moving nations?


Because, see one through five above.


Currently the man in question is yakking at a televised press conference and blathering on about how everything he touches turns to gold.  Great success . . . etc., etc., etc.  He is living in his own head, his own movie.  I guess we all do. Which raises another question that is not “why?”:

What will I do today?


I will simply post this little blog-thought, take care of my Vivo-cat, step out to the beach in this record-breaking heat and pick up discarded beer bottles tossed aside by our lovely visitors, and do my best.  Try to do my best.  And write a better movie script!

XO

Joyce

Borrowed wisdom and this fragile flesh . . .

Dear you:

Am I the last person to discover the “dictate” tool on my Word Document production toolbar? 

Am I also one of the last bourgie people discovering that Tom Brady’s TB12 menu makes so much sense?


So many tools to use and I am still searching for new ones.  The TB12 project began like this:

I am standing at the magazine section of the local Publix Supermarket.  On one cover, there is Tom.  The article inside is all about his workout program and diet, things he credits for being fabulous on the field at 40 something.  I have seen this basic information before, but this time, something clicked. I CAN SORT OF DO THIS!


I am a 60 something woman with a dancy-workout background and not an NFL quarterback/billionaire with a full-time chef who makes kale taste not like kale.  What can I adapt from this man’s plan that will improve my “game”?  I worked with the menu.  What to keep, what to cut, and what to add/adapt:


Keeping – coffee and orange juice (sorry Tom), and all fish (He may only do wild salmon, but I am keeping my pesca-options open.)

Cutting – dairy (except for cream in that morning coffee), silly energy draining desserts, pop and sugar in general, frozen dinners (which all taste like cardboard anyway), and 95% of beef, chicken, and pork.  More on that 5% later.

Adding – more greens, whole sweet potatoes, non-GMO whey protein powder shakes, and tons of H2O.

Adapting – sugar-free almond milk for those shakes instead of milk, gluten free-non-GMO bread instead of bad on-the-shelf bread (Toast, I cannot give up toast, Tom).

5% moments of accommodation – every now and then, I want that strip of bacon in my salad; a grilled free-range chicken breast at a restaurant is a nice change; a can of chili-mac Campbell’s soup is seriously good stuff.  And, once a week, a pizza, slated for Sunday NFL football viewing.

                                                                                      

How’s this going so far?   I am more energized, hydrated, balanced, and that occasional unwelcome visitor, heartburn, is gone. 


So, I am not going gently into that not-so-good night.  Okay, I admit Brussel sprouts are still appalling and the cutting beef thing is prompted by a desire to protect our planet. (Really, do we need burgers and gassy-ass milk more than a green planet?  Check out the Amazon, before it’s gone.)  But I like “projects” and change, so I am in.  This is my micro-version of willful evolution.  Still mortal, still fated for whatever, and still experimenting.


Enough for today!  It is time for a smoke on the balcony.  What?  Is that weird?  Why are you laughing?  Well, at least I don’t vape.


Flawed love from Joyce

Carpe Diem!