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Enough with the Black Lives Matter and Gender Equality Stuff, Or Why It’s Not Going To Work That Way

Before I share my thoughts I’d like to note that I’m half (yes, 50%) American Indian, and I’m obese. I face harsh and unfiltered discrimination on a regular basis, and I’m actively working on changing the tide (starting with myself.)

I mentioned my chat with Senator Bernie Sanders a few weeks ago, and while I don’t agree with a lot of his political views, I’m pissed about what happened in Seattle on Saturday.

The senator and presidential hopeful was there for a rally that was disrupted and ultimately shut down by Black Lives Matter “activists” who stormed the stage, showing a complete lack of respect for the senator and for the thousands of people who waited all day to hear him speak. 

Of course black lives matter; I have zero tolerance for those who disagree. The fact is all lives matter, and it’s ridiculous and sad that there are people in this nation who disagree.

There’s a serious race issue in this nation that needs to be addressed, but it’s no longer one-sided. Misdirecting anger toward one elected official who actively fights for civil rights seems like a dumb move to me.

Note to the “activists” who showed no remorse for their blatant disregard of everyone else: If you really want to affect change, try showing some respect, as opposed to acting like tempermental lunatics on a stage that isn’t yours. 

And while I’m fired up I’m going to share my feelings on Target’s decision to “move away from gender-based signs.” In my opinion the concept is stupid and mildly offensive.

I’m a woman, and I’m proud to be a woman. I don’t believe that everyone should be forced to be a woman, but I don’t see the problem in being on either.

I have friends who are transgender, and I understand and empathize with their struggle to find contentment because I am keenly aware of the difficulty associated in feeling different than everyone around you. Moving away from gender-based signs is a separate issue.

When I was growing up I didn’t play with baby dolls; I played with my dad’s sermon notes and highlighters. I wanted to be a consultant or an analyst before I was old enough to label myself as such. It didn’t matter to me if my blocks were pink and purple or if they were primary colors. I liked Lincoln Logs and Barbies, though my versatility never led to gender identity issues.

Society (myself included) has become so incredibly weak and overly sensitive that I fear we’ve forgotten that our differences make the world go around.

Men and women are different. We just are. When did that become such a deplorable and unacceptable thing?



Where Should I Begin?

Donut, Donut holes, 1 serving of Chicken minis from Chick-fil-a, more donut holes, roast beef sandwich, iced coffee, more donut holes, salad, cup of chicken Alfredo, 3 bread sticks, ice cream, more ice cream and cake……

And surprise…now my stomach hurts…….my body feels bloated, and I can honestly say that I had forgotten what this awful, overstuffed feeling was like. This feeling used to be the norm for me, but it hasn’t been in a long time. I decided, when I woke up at 5am that I’d allow myself to be whimsical with my eating all day. I figured I wouldn’t go too crazy, but I would indulge more than usual.  That was a bad idea.

I’ve never looked at vacation or holidays or birthdays as an excuse to eat worthless garbage, and I don’t really have an excuse for my actions. My workouts have been weak – almost non-existent for the last four days, and I’m not doing nearly as much as I should/want to do for myself.

Again, no excuses. I had a great day today with family and friends. Thirty-one has been kind to my so far, but it’s time for me to be kind to myself which probably means I need to get tough with myself first. I thought I was beyond eating too much crap in one day, but I’m not.

Though my workouts have been pretty solid and consistent in 2011, my food habits have regressed. And it’s time for me to take control. It’s time for me to stop maintaining and start acting like a person who still has 100 pounds to lose.

I can do this, and I will pick myself up as many times as I have to. I will not quit. I will forgive myself for my edible transgressions today, and I will respect myself and my body more tomorrow.