Some Gotta Win, Some Got a Lose

 After a plateau, we seem to be off to the races again:

After a brief plateau, my weight keeps crashing. 144.2 this morning, a radical change from just six months ago. While I acknowledge it may be irrational, but every time I step on the scale we purchased for the first and only time while we were together, I think of weighing Jenny every day while she was disappearing before our eyes. I now weigh about the same she did when she last took the measure. 

I am tracking my weight on amy Samsung health app, which supplanted the Fitbit measure I used before I lost my billionth Fitbit and switched to the Samsung watch. Back 11 years ago, when I was walking between 3-6 miles a day--EVERY SINGLE DAY--and

weighed 155-165 lbs, I couldn't get past the plateaued bottom weight.  No such issue today, clearly. What concerns me is that I was told that weight loss would be de minimus, given the low dose I am prescribed. I have dropped 27+ lbs  since January. If I continue on this path, well here is the estimated trajectory per ChatGPT per the graphic on the left. I am good where I am. None of my clothes fit. I bought a pair of pants with a less than 30 inch waste recently--fortunately cheap at Costco--and they aren't falling off my hips like most of my clothes, they no longer stay up sans belt.

I am finding it troubling that Tucker Carlson is making more sense than talking heads on MSNBC or Fox on Israel. While he is a crypto-fascist to be sure, his analysis on the status and behavior of Israel, it's lobby and Zionist supporters is accurate. If you listen closely, however, you can hear his glee that he can mask his antisemitism while still trashing his fascist competitors in the Levant. He is accurately calling Israel out for ethnic cleansing and genocide. Worse, he is accurately describing the perverse rules governing the discourse around genocidal behavior of the Israeli state and the inability until recently to condemn Israel for it without being destroyed as an antisemite. "Killing entire populations because you don't want them there.  .  .is always wrong and that applies to Israel." He did note that until recently only the looney left has criticized the genocidal acts of Israel. Don't misundersaltand me, the looney left and TikTok destroying the lock of the mainstream media on discourse, the murderous rampage that brought the original Intifada a generation before my girls were born, would continue without any acceptable condemnation from the rest of the world. 

I am extremely concerned that crypto-fascists and naked anti-aemites will rely on the bad acts to justify their variety pack of hatred. On cue, Tucker has blamed liberals, wokeness, and liberal divorced women for the support of Israeli fascism. As always, like Farrakhan and other pieces of shit demagogues, they use kernals of truth to obfuscate and promote their bullshit.


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