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Tuesday, September 7, 2010
I think maybe that's the probelm with fad diets... as soon as the fad dies or becomes old you put the pounds right back on becuase you've never really learned to make healthy choices eating real food.
So that's what brings me to WeightWatchers even though I thought it was kind of girly... the points thing seems to work for me. It's about accountability. Like this morning I tripped up and had a cinnamon roll for breakfast so I'm having lite soup and salad for lunch and dinner. It's not fun but working with the points does it for me.
The only problem is I wish there was some intuitive getting started guide online. It's taken me a long time to get used to the site and the points. I signed up for the meetings/points combo pass but I've not been able to attend any meetings yet because in my town meetings are only held on Mondays and this past Monday was a holiday.
I'm going to plug in online though and see if the online support works for me. Maybe I don't need meetings after all? Though I think maybe going every week would be a good idea for me.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
So I’ve been busy living life lately.. and my poor blog is still neglected! I have lots to say and too little time to write it I guess… not that any of you are listening anyway!
I’m working on my EdD in Educational Leadership and Management, perhaps when I’m Doctor Strickland I’ll have more to say in a more authoritative tone.
The immigration debate is crazy lately… can you believe congress is really trying to change the 14th Amendment? It’s been fine for all this time and suddenly now we need to change it because of all the immigrants? We’ve always had immigrants! Their influx of drama, passion, hope and ideas is vital to our success as a nation and they’ve been a part of our history for hundreds of years now.
I think people seem to forget that at some point in out family history all of us were immigrants. Least we forget the Indians who lived here before the Englishmen arrived. Perhaps the Cherokee or one of the other proud Indian tribes would like to deport us all?
I hope one day we’ll finally see some real progress on this front. We cannot keep ignoring the situation and leaving people in the shadows.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
This week is Thanksgiving and everything is crazy! There's so much to do to prepare for the holiday that I almost forgot that many of my Latino Friends born in other countries really have a hard time with Thanksgiving. It's a uniquely American holiday. Even though we celebrate with a passion (we love to eat down here in the south), it's a holiday that's hard to celebrate if you didn't grow up with it as part of your family tradition.
That's especially true if you don't have family in this country to celebrate with! This year I'm inviting a few Friends in this situation to join in my Thanksgiving dinner. I'm so greatful for all of the people that enrich my life that it only makes sense to invite them and help them start their own Thanksgiving holiday traditions. I hope you will consider inviting a few friends to be part of your celebration as well.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wow over a year and I’ve not made a new post… no puedo creerlo!
Things I’m not sure why I keep intending to blog and haven’t gotten to it but I’m going to start and see how far I get with it. :)
I have this new blog writter from WIndows Live so we’ll see if that motivates me to do any better.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
The current debate about immigration is, in my opinion, not a matter of economics or politics... it is more a matter of culture and difference and a people afraid of change.
Being bilingual gives me a uniquie prospective on difference.... I don't seem to fit in anywhere. For whatever reason, I enjoy hispanic culture. The music, the food, the language, and most of all the people. Learning to speak spanish literally opened up a whole new world for me and I have met some of the most amazingly wonderful people. All of my hispanic friends are kind, genuine, "God fearing," people just like anyone else in the rural south. They just happen to like spicy food and speak a different languge.
The probelm is that my latino friends are so used to meeting Americans or "blancos" who can't look past the differences that they often have the same problem... they can't seem to understand that not all Americans think with the same closed minded mentality that says we should send them all back to whatever country they came from. They talk about americans as badly as some of the americans talk about them without realizing that stooping to this same level makes them just as bad. They're just brown versions of closed minded americans speaking a different language.
And talking about Americans.... lately my American friends seem to think I'm loosing my race or that I should have been born in mexico. They see me watching univision or hear me talking on the phone and can't resist making fun of me speaking "Mexican"(somehow forgetting spanish is the language in a number of countries... including the US territory of Puerto Rico.). Then there are the redneck Americans in the rural south who see me speaking spanish and instantly assume I'm Mexican. A rowdy group of these fine upstanding Americans recently confronted me in a wal-mart parking lot and called me a wetback and told me to go back to mexico. I'm not sure what upset them more... my spanish language cell phone conversation or the very southern american FUCK YOU I'M AMERICAN they received after yelling at me.
For the first time in my life I feel like a minority....one of the few people able to see and appreciate something different.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Welcome to my blog! I've started a few blogs here and there in the past but never kept up with it. I guess I was somewhat.... restrained and too afraid to post my thoughts. Living in the south can do that to you. Close family ties, a somewhat repressed society and trying to meet expected social norms has a way of tightening the Bible Belt until it restricts your ability to breathe. You simply follow the routine finding yourself far too uncomfortable and out of breath to do anything else.