Friday, October 02, 2026

No leftovers

 244.4

I've actually been at that weight two days in a row. Hoping tomorrow is another loss and not a gain. 

I took the first shot of my last vial of medication. I did measure out as much as I could get from the previous vial, but it was only about .2 mL. Not enough to seem like it's worth it to take as a dose, especially since I would be stepping up the next week. I just have to hope that the shipments do account for what seems like potentially four weeks that are otherwise not covered in this first shipment. 

I do think I've noticed that I seem pretty prone to a bit of heartburn on the day after my shot, so I will pay attention to that tomorrow. We're going out of town tomorrow, so I need to be careful with my eating. 

Saturday, September 26, 2026

Shot #8

 246.4

I was a little worried that I wasn't going to have a loss today because I had spent two days at the exact same weight and then gained yesterday, but maybe that precedes a loss. Or it could be that I was just overly hydrated yesterday morning, as I drank a Gatorade Zero at my son's hockey practice the night before. 

Anyway, this "officially" puts me at a 20-lb loss since we returned from our vacation at the beginning of August, but it's really closer to 25 lbs down from what is likely my heaviest, about 270 or 271. Not bad for not quite two full months. 

I find it a little easier when my husband is out of town to eat less in the evenings because I can just make or get something for my boys and not necessarily feel like I need to eat much myself. My husband came back from a week out of town yesterday, so I'll need to be careful this week to not increase my intake. I'm pretty pleased that I've stayed under 250, and I'd like to continue to stay there. 

I have one vial remaining of my current shipment of medication, and it's the strongest dosage, which means I'm supposed to step up next week to what is intended to be the maintenance level for the rest of the year. I haven't felt like I've had any real side effects from the medication so far, and I'm hoping the next level will be the same. 

What I am worried about, though, is the next shipment. These shipments are supposed to be three months' worth of doses, one vial per month, but they're all supposed to be 2 mL vials. That doesn't exactly translate to three full months. Instead, it will leave me four weeks short on the year at the end. My next shipment says "about October 30" in the TrimRx portal, but that's when I would need to be taking my next vial from that shipment. Does "about October 30" mean it will be shipped then, or that it will arrive then? What if I don't have my next shipment when I actually need it?

I'm now trying to figure out what do to about that. I disposed of my first vial, the lowest dosage, already, even though it still had a little left in it (from my misjudging of the dosage the first week). I did notice in my current vial, which I'm technically done with, there is still a little medication left, but it doesn't look like it's a full dosage, maybe .25 mL instead of .5. I haven't tossed it out. Now I'm thinking, what if I add a week into this middle dosage by taking whatever remains of this vial next Friday? Will it mess up my progress to take an incomplete dosage? I've done that once before, of course, but it was the first dose, not a middle-of-the-cycle dose. 

I may actually go as far as to measure it out next week. If I can get at least .25 mL out of it, I think I'll go ahead and add the dose. If not, I'll just dispose of that syringe and take the first dose from the third vial. 

It's something to think about for subsequent cycles. I need to make up several weeks in order to get myself through a full year. Not sure how I'll account for that yet. 

Saturday, September 19, 2026

Stuck

 250.2

I'm closing in on a weight that has a little significance for me, but it's been a frustrating week. 

I had gotten down to 251 early in the week, but then I bounced back up to 252-253 for the rest of the week. Even though I'm well into the medium dosage of the medication, I felt my old eating habits creeping back in a bit this week. When I got a chicken wrap from BWW, I ate both halves, even though I didn't really need to. I grabbed a cheese stick for a snack, even though I didn't really need a snack. Last night, I had three tacos for dinner, even though I could've stopped at two. I didn't obsess about it or go back for more, but I have not felt the lack of desire to keep eating that I felt during the original dosage. 

I have discovered something that seems to help: I saw some ads for Loaded Teas. They're basically a green tea with added ingredients like protein and collagen. Protein seems to help with the feeling of fullness, and collagen is supposed to help with skin elasticity as I lose weight (I'm worried about extra skin). The previous week, I had bought a few of those teas to try out, and they seemed to help me not feel hungry in the evenings. So I bought more, and they arrived yesterday. I'm going to drink them in the afternoons this week and see if I can keep the weight loss going. 

That 250 mark feels like a big deal. Not that it's a huge improvement from 270 and 260, but I was right around 250 when the world went a bit sideways. Back in September 2024, my dad had a stroke on Labor Day. I went to Carson City to check on him later that week, and I weighed myself on his scale. I was down to 248 on one of those days. I had to clean up his house, entry his fridge, make sure his mail was forwarded to me, access his computer so I could pay his bills, etc. It started a year of being responsible for my dad as we moved him to a nursing home in Billings. In September of 2025, my dad had a fall that may have either precipitated another stroke or caused a brain bleed that essentially created the same kind of outcome. He passed away on October 4, and since then I've been working on closing out all of my dad's personal business. It's been a stressful couple of years. So getting back below 250 will feel like an accomplishment.

I know I will hit plateaus throughout this process, but hopefully I can at least get off this one this week.

Sunday, September 13, 2026

Heartburn

 252.6

Oof, last night was unpleasant. I made chili for dinner, and I overate a bit. I tried not to, but by the time I added sour cream and shredded cheese to my bowl, it was more full than I had intended it to be. Even though I didn't eat the entire bowl, I had more than I should have, especially since I also ate a biscuit. Between the volume and the level of spice, I felt very full and a bit heartburn-y by bedtime. 

I should've taken an extra Omeprazole before I went to bed, but I didn't. I woke up at about 12:45 with dreadful heartburn. I eventually took my heartburn medication and a melatonin and managed to go back to sleep around 3. 

I was pleased to see that I still managed a loss this morning, but I'm tired. Hopefully today I can eat within my limitations.

Friday, September 11, 2026

Shot #6

 253.5

I recorded the same weight this morning as I did yesterday morning. I'm not feeling great about my chances for a loss today, because I feel like I ate a lot. Toast and coffee for breakfast, a cheese stick mid morning. A protein snack bar and cottage cheese at lunch, half a piece for pumpkin bread mix afternoon, more cottage cheese when I got home, and a couple pieces of pizza for dinner. It's still probably not a crazy excessive amount of calories, but I'm sure it's more than I've been eating. 

For whatever reason, the past couple of days, I've felt hungry. I still have at least found it easier to not overeat when I do eat something, but I'm still feeling hungry even when I think I shouldn't be. 

Tonight was shot #6, the second shot at the mid-stength step-up dosage. I hope I can continue losing. I have been pretty pleased that I'm down about 15 lbs from the start. I had joined a TrimRX group on Facebook, but it was a lot of people who weren't seeing results, and I found it a little disheartening. 

So I hope I have less of an appetite tomorrow.

Sunday, September 06, 2026

New stuff

 255.2

Well, that was a nice weight to come home to. I went on an overnight out-of-town trip to pick up a new truck in Idaho.  I was worried about eating out and being stationary in the car for so long (7-hr drive). 

I took my fifth shot on Friday before we left for the first part of the drive, and it was the first shot of the step-up dosage. My previous four shots were at .25 strength (mg? mL? I don't even know); this next four are at .5, and then the next four after than step up to the full strength. That's all the medication I have currently. They'll send out the next three-month supply at the end of October. 

I was worried that I did my shot incorrectly this time. I think I bent the needle when I inserted it into the vial, and I was worried that I'd actually broken it and maybe the medicine leaked out somehow, and I didn't feel the stinging sensation I have noticed after my shot (accusing to the Internet, it's a reaction to the refrigerated medication), so I thought maybe something had gone wrong. But I think it was working fine: when we stopped for dinner, I got the smallest cheeseburger I could order and didn't really even want any fries (I think I ate three). The next day, I only ate about 2/3 of my breakfast, I sure my sandwich at lunch but didn't touch my potato chips, and when I got myself a snack later (even though I didn't really feel hungry), I actually felt nauseous for about an hour.

From my heaviest, I'm down about fifteen pounds, but from my first shot, I'm down about 11.6 pounds. I would love to maintain a ten-pound loss each month, but I know that's probably not a thing. 

Anyway, crossing my fingers that I keep this up.

Tuesday, September 01, 2026

Cool cool cool

 256.6

Wow. I skipped right over 257 and went for a pound and a half loss yesterday. I suspect some of that might be hydration, so I don't want to lean too hard on that big a loss. 

But I didn't really eat much yesterday. I had coffee and toast for breakfast, and then we hit the road at lunch to drive to Bozeman to look at a truck (didn't end up buying anything) and just grabbed a double cheeseburger and diet Coke at McDonald's. No snacking because we were at a car dealership, and then at dinner I ordered fish tacos that turned out to be one big piece of fish in each taco, so I only ate one and about 2/3 if the other. I also only had a couple of bites of rice and beans (it probably also helped that the whole thing seemed underseasoned and a little disappointing). When we got home I had a sugar free pudding cup. 

The biggest thing yesterday, though, is that I exercised*fanfare*. The dog wanted to go for get daily walk when we got home, and since it was getting dark (close to 8 pm), I didn't want to walk far. We only went party of the way through our usual distance, but I jogged some of it. Now, my jogging is certainly not impressive, and I didn't do very many steps at a time, but I did indeed increase my heart rate, su that counts. I just need to keep trying that. I think it will help. I have to be careful if what it does to my knees and feet, though. I have plantar fasciitis, although that hasn't flared up in a while, and in these last twenty pounds or so my knees have started to bother me some. Ask the more reason to get the weight off. 

Hopefully I can show another loss tomorrow and not bounce back up.

Sunday, August 30, 2026

Whew

 258.5

Well, I'm back down to the weight I was three days ago, so that's a relief. I was anxious. 

Yesterday, I felt the desire to snack. To graze. To eat because it sounded like a good idea, rather than because I was hungry. I avoided it, but I easily could've started and not stopped. 

I'm really hoping that the next dose, I'll start noticing a difference in the desire to eat. 

I was thinking about the feeling of fullness. I do think I'm noticing that I feel full sooner in the eating process. But one thing that never occurred to me is that I've always associated that feeling of fullness with comfort rather than discomfort. It has always felt good to be full, satisfying, pleasant, even when I've eaten until I'm "stuffed". I need to feel those sensations before I reach the fullness stage, or make that fullness stage happen sooner. 

I start school this Wednesday, so I won't really have the opportunity to snack. But I need to plan my lunches so I don't overeat. I need to make sure I'm getting my protein. Fingers crossed that I continue to lose this week.

Saturday, August 29, 2026

Shot #4

 259.4

I would like to say I'm safely below 260, never to see the land alive that again, but I've gained back about a pound the past two days from 258.5 three days ago. 

My husband reminded me that my hydration level can play a part in those weigh-ins so I shouldn't worry too much, but the fact that I can't celebrate a 10-lb loss in my first three weeks is a bit disappointing. 

I'm not sure what to attribute Friday's half pound increase to, but I think I can see what got me yesterday. 

First, I went to lunch with a friend, and while I felt like I ordered reasonably (a lunch special of a half sandwich and small cup of soup), I felt weird about not finishing my meal when I probably could've stopped eating before that, and also, she ordered an appetizer for us to share, and I felt guilty about not eating it. I don't know that I ate half of it, but I ate more than I needed to.

Then, I snacked in the afternoon. I had gotten a small grocery order, and one of the items was a rotisserie chicken that I was going to break down, either for dinner that night or later on the weekend. I absolutely love freshly cooked chicken, so I did sneak several bites while I worked. 

Dinner, I think, was probably my best effort. We went to Olive Garden, which is definitely a place where I can overeat easily. I love pasta and bread, two things you can get in large quantities there. My family can go through several baskets of bread sticks at Olive Garden, and they did, but I ate just one bread stick myself. When the vat of salad came, I selected several pieces of lettuce and a few slices to tomato from the bowl, and that's all I had. I felt a bit guilty about that because that bowl of salad is so big, and most of it went uneaten. When I ordered, I chose the item from their "lighter plates" section with the fewest calories, a plate of six raviolis with marinara, and I even left one on my plate. 

Anyway, the fact that I had a half pound increase when I weighed in this morning was somewhat disheartening. But I can see those places that need work. I'm still a social eater when I feel the pressure to participate in a social situation, and I'm a snacker in the kitchen. I took my final dosage at the lowest strength of my medication last night, so I'll be curious to see if I notice a difference in the "food noise" aspect wheni stay taking a stronger dose. 

I also did not do any official exercise this week, despite what I had initially planned. Teachers officially reported for our week of in-service on Wednesday, so I've been at school the past there days working on my classroom and sitting in meetings. I've been a little more active maybe, but I've gone to school many days the past few weeks in order to clean up and redecorate, so it's probably not a big increase in activity level. I have two more days of in-service this coming week, and then we start school Wednesday. I'm not sure if I'll try to hit the gym this week or not. We'll see. 

Anyway, it's nice to see the 5 in the middle of the scale instead of the 6, but I don't know that the 5 is safe just yet. I probably won't feel safe about it until I'm in the lower half of that range. 

Monday, August 24, 2026

Unexpected

 259.7

I'll be honest: I didn't see this weight coming today. 

My husband and I went out to dinner last night as a late anniversary date night (our 27th anniversary was this past Friday). We went to a nice Mexican restaurant in town. 

Restaurants have always posed a challenge for me. I don't like bringing food home from restaurants. I'm not much of a leftovers person anyway--things rarely taste as good reheated as they did the first time, and I knew I had leftovers in the fridge from our camping trip. I was raised as a "clean your plate" kid, so leaving food behind if I'm not going to finish it also has a psychological effect. There's also something satisfying about leaving a restaurant stuffed. It makes me feel like I've gotten my money's worth. And the free chips and salsa at Mexican restaurants are a problem because they're so mindless: you sit there and shovel them into your mouth, one after the other, as you look through the menu, and if you run out, they'll bring you more. By the time they bring you your actual meal, you've eaten 300+ calories worth of chips and salsa that your brain doesn't even register.

I deliberately stopped myself as I munched through the chips. I think my husband might have noticed, because he stopped too, and we left about half a basket of chips uneaten on the table. But this was a very conscious decision on my part: I easily could've continued eating. I WANTED to, in fact. 

Then there was the meal itself. I tried to choose something that seemed like it wasn't going to be a giant portion: a combo plate of a taco, a burrito, beans, and rice. Again, I made a conscious decision to stop partway through, although I did feel myself filling up a bit. I tried to eat more slowly, pausing between bites to talk to my husband, look around the room, etc. I ended up only eating a couple of bites of the beans and rice, leaving most of that untouched, and I ate maybe 2/3-3/4 of the burrito and left at least one bite of taco behind. That felt especially weird; like, who doesn't eat a whole taco? 

But I easily could've eaten it all. I know I could've; I strongly considered it. When the waiter asked if I wanted a small box, I said no, because there wasn't enough of the burrito and taco for me to really feel like a meal, and while I love beans and rice, it's not the same when you reheat them. 

I did feel full afterward, but I don't know that it was a strong enough feeling right away to have created an "oh my gosh I can't finish this" feeling in me. 

So while I did think that I had done a pretty good job keeping myself from overdoing it, I still really figured that I wouldn't see a loss on the scale this morning. I figured I'd still be in the 260 range. And now that I'm thinking about it, that was a whole .6 down from yesterday, more than half a pound. Definitely unexpected. 

I'm left wondering, of course, the same things I mentioned yesterday. Is my willpower truly my own? I really felt like eating more. I almost did. But I ultimately did not. Did the medication help me make that decision? I don't know.  I have one more dose at this lowest strength and then it'll up itself the next time, so I'll definitely be waiting to compare that with how things have gone this month.

The week after we came back from our vacation, prior to my taking my first shot, I actually gained a couple of pounds. That first morning after I'd taken my shot, I was at 268.9.  Two weeks and a couple of days later, I'm down about 9 lbs from that. I don't know if that's a reasonable weight loss, something to expect for a while, or if it's going to vary significantly. I'm sure it will vary some. But man, if I could keep this up for the duration of the shots I have (through the end of October) I will have lost close to forty pounds by my birthday, and that would be so amazing. And if I could keep it up past that, I could potentially be close to 200 lbs by the time we go skiing in March, and that would be incredible. 

I need to add in physical activity; that's next on my list.

Sunday, August 23, 2026

Progress

 260.3

I was camping all weekend, so I had to take my shot with me. I bought a little case to keep my supplies in the regular fridge and then a smaller cooler pouch I could take with me and keep in the fridge in the trailer. 

I was really curious as to how the weekend would go. Some people's camping trips focus on hiking or hunting or kayaking. Our trips these days tend to focus on food. 

What are we eating for breakfast each day? How many lunches do we need to prep for? What do we want for dinner each night? Are we making desserts? Do we have s'mores supplies? 

Also, I find food on camping trips tends to be a comfort thing. It tastes better outside, I swear. I've always gone back for seconds. I've always had desserts. So I really didn't know what to expect. 

I didn't overdo it when I thought I would. One serving, not a big serving, and that was it. I felt overly full after lunch one day, even though I didn't feel like I consumed as much as I previously might have. 

I've wondered several times with my limiting my portion sizes and stopping myself after just one serving: is my will power my own? Is it bolstered by the medication? Or am I making better choices because it's on my mind? 

I don't really know the answer to that. But I'm relieved to see myself closing in on a milestone. I certainly never thought I'd weigh more than 260 lbs at any point in my life. I'm really hoping that if I cross back over that line this week, that will be the last time I see those numbers. I'm two weeks and three shots in, and I am seeing improvement on the scale. I now need to stay adding in movement. My fitness can't just be tied to my weight. So I need to figure out to ways to get my stamina up.

Friday, August 14, 2026

Oopsie

 265.8

I took my second shot today. As I prepared to do so, I realized I made a mistake last week and only gave myself half of the dosage that I should have. 

Oopsie.

Allow me to explain how I managed to be stupid. When I got my shipment of medication, I noted a lack of comprehensive instructions. There were three packets, each containing a 2 mL vial of medication, several syringes, and alcohol wipes. Each packet was labeled with the prescription info, the medication strength, and the weeks it was to be administered: 1-4, 5-8, 9-12. There was also a card with instructions about how to give yourself a shot. 

What it didn't contain was how much medication to put into each syringe. They were all 1 mL syringes; each vial was 2 mL. I saw on each label that the information about the medication was slightly different. The first week's vial said .25 of a particular medication, the second said .5, and the third said 1. I knew o was supposed to be starting with the lighter dosage and then stepping up over the course of twelve weeks.

So, I figured I had to fill the syringe to .25 mL for my first doses. So that's what I did last week. 

But today, since it was about time for my next dose, I went ahead and got out all the materials out. I had bought myself a storage case and a travel case that I can use to keep the stuff in while in the fridge to keep everything cool. 

As I looked everything over, I started thinking. If I truly only needed .25 each dose from the first vial, that would only use up half the vial. But the vial was packaged for weeks 1-4. If the second set of doses was .5, that would use up the second vial. But then if the third set was 1 each, but the vial only had 2 mL, I'd be short some medication.

I then really thought about each vial. If each vial truly had four doses, that meant they had to be .5 mL each. Then I realized it wasn't the amount of liquid that was stepping up but rather the strength of the medication in the liquid. The .25, .5, and 1 referred to the strength of the compounded medications, not the size. 

🤦‍♀️ 

They really should've included that in the instructions. 

Anyway, I gave myself a shot that was .5 mL of the medication in vial #1. I should have plenty left for the next two doses before I step up to the next vial. 

I really am smart; I swear.

Sunday, August 09, 2026

Day 2

 268.8

I *might* have experienced my first side effects this morning? I felt...off. Not quite nauseous or anything like that, but just a little...squicky. I had a little bit of a headache, too. That could be because I didn't drink enough water. It could also be that I ate too much and/or too late--my husband made sourdough bread and I had a couple of pieces after 8:30 pm, well after the time I should stop eating for the day. 

Anyway, the feeling went away, so I'll just have to be aware of how I'm feeling the next few days. My friends who have taken weight loss medication have indicated that the side effects they noticed didn't show up until a couple days after the shot.

I haven't given much thought to meal planning yet. I guess that's going to be the next step in the process, and then figuring out how to get more active.

Saturday, August 08, 2026

Still driving that river, six years later

 268.9 

Wow, time flies when life happens, it something like that. 

Anyway, I'm coming back to this blog after stuff years to address something I talked about years ago: weight loss. 

As you can see if you refer back to previous posts, you can see that I've gained about 50 lbs over the past six years. There are many reasons for this, one of the most significant being perimenopause. 

But I'm trying to take action to improve my health and well-being, and I want to use this blog to document my efforts. 

Last night, I took my first shot of a compounded semaglutide. I'm starting at .25 ml for each of the first four weeks and then increasing the dosage. 

I took this expensive step (my insurance, sadly, will not cover this) because I'm at a loss (haha) at to how to lose weight. My metabolism has slowed to a crawl (although my desire to eat has not), and I'm so terribly tired and achy that I have zero motivation to work out. 

What sealed the deal was something that happened in my vacation. We were in Seattle and had gone to Pike Place Market. My teenage sons led us down towards the water to a pier where we took pictures and played large-scale chess. When we climbed back up the many, many stairs, I struggled mightily. I had to pause every five or six stairs to take a break. I was sweaty, miserable, and completely exhausted by the time we got up the stairs, up the hill, and back to the parked car. When we got to our next sightseeing location--a car collection--I opted to stay behind and sit out the tour. The realization that I couldn't keep up with my family was sobering and saddening. 

I have several friends taking various weight loss medications. A coworker had looked at some of the non-insurance options, so I had a little research going in. I looked at a few possibilities and found that many of them included subscriptions to apps or programs that doubled the cost. I settled on TrimRx because it didn't include the extra cost of the program, just the medication itself. 

I received my first shipment, containing the dosages for weeks 1-4, 5-8, and 9-12. It also contained syringes and prep pads since these aren't preloaded doses. 

I had to look up instructions on their website for how to prepare and administer each dose. It's a little daunting to do it on my own with little guidance, so I'm hoping I did it right. It was also a little tricky because all the printing, numbers, and lines on the bottle and syringe are tiny and my near vision is not what it once was.

I decided to do my weekly dose on Friday evenings. My thinking was that if I had some kind of adverse reaction the first time, my husband would be here (he leaves this Sunday for a week out of town for work), and also if I suffered some side effects from the medication like nausea, I would have an immediate nighttime of sleep and a whole weekend before I had to interact with people.

I think I administered my shot correctly, but it was difficult to see past my boobs. I should probably have done it in the bathroom where I could see in a mirror rather than in my kitchen, but the kitchen has counter space and is closer to the fridge that I'm keeping the medication in. 

The only initial reaction I noticed was a mild stinging sensation around the injection site a few minutes after the shot, lasting about ten minutes. According to what I've read, that's likely because the medication is cold. 

So, it's been more than twelve hours now since my shot. I haven't really noticed anything yet. So far I've had my morning cup of coffee, a bowl of fruit and yogurt, and a few slices of cheese. We'll see what the rest of the day brings.

Thursday, June 04, 2020

Sad

Did something this morning that made me very sad...I unfriended two of my original students on Facebook.

In all of this chaos over the murder of George Floyd and the subsequent protests and riots, it has been very telling to see who has posted what. Some people have been very vocal in their support the entire movement including the rioting, some have been supportive of Black Lives Matter but still condemn the violence, and some have remained silent. I understand these positions, although the people who choose to remain silent on the subject are enjoying their privilege to do so. I have agreed with some, I have disagreed with others, and I have unfollowed a few.

So the unfriending of these two ladies that I love dearly has struck me in a very particularly deep way. I made my choice to do so because of the voices they were choosing very specifically to amplify. Neither posted anything decrying the murder of George Floyd, and neither posted anything in support of even peaceful protests. Instead, each of them chose to post social media videos and posts from Candance Owens and Terrence K. Williams, two Black people very vocal in their support of President Trump and the Republican party and their lack of support for the struggles of their own people. These posts accuse Black people of living in the past and relying on their race for excuses, and George Floyd of being a criminal who shouldn't have gotten arrested in the first place.

I struggled with the decision--should I simply unfollow them to remain connected to them on social media without seeing what they posted? Should I block all the hateful voices they chose to amplify over the thousands of other voices who are crying out for help and just keep around the "fun" things they post? What finally sealed the deal for me, so to speak, was the way one of the ladies worded her post of Candace Owens (who said she did not support George Floyd). She said something to the effect that she was sad that George Floyd had died and she believed racism was real but that she also "believed in this woman and what she had to say" and that "anyone who thought this woman did not deserve to voice her opinion could unfriend her" (the quotations are to the best of my recollection because after unfriending this lady I could not see the post and therefore could not guarantee that I was quoting her correctly).

I thought really hard about that. I could easily block the post. I could easily unfollow. But those two parts, "believing in that woman" and believing that she should voice her opinion, really hit me. If she really does believe in that woman, then she has not learned the empathy and critical thinking skills that I should have taught her. Could I still teach her those things now? Maybe, but I have to stop thinking of those students I had as "girls" or even "young ladies". They are now in their early 30's, many of them married with children and careers. They are living the lives they have chosen, and they are both choosing to disregard the lives that others cannot choose BUT live. And I thought about the statement that Candace Owens deserves to voice her opinion.

Everyone has opinions, and everyone has the right to voice their opinions. Absolutely true.

But opinions are not truths. Opinions are things we form based on our preferences, our experiences, and our biases. My sons don't really like most vegetables. That's true, although they tend to avoid eating vegetables they've never tried before based on their previous experiences with different vegetables. This is problematic, because vegetables are healthy and they need to eat them to be healthy. So their opinion, which is formed based on limited experience, could be harmful to them and is limiting their experiences further.

Some opinions are formed despite significant evidence to the contrary. There are people whose opinions include things like "man hasn't actually landed on the moon" and "the Earth is actually flat". They have these opinions despite the evidence to the contrary. They have those opinions, and those opinions are flat out wrong. The opinion that Black people do not suffer oppression and do not deserve justice is not only flat out wrong, it is harmful and hateful and very much at odds with lots of evidence to the contrary.

So I did not unfriend these ladies because Candace Owens doesn't have a right to say her opinion; I unfriended them because Candace Owens' opinion is wrong and harmful and hateful and they have chosen to buy into that rather than listen to the voices of others. I feel like I have failed these ladies because I should have taught them empathy and critical thinking skills which they seem to now be lacking.

I do not and never will hate these ladies. They are special to my heart. But I needed to do something to let them know my disapproval of their choices and willful ignorance, and maybe my loss of respect for them might make some kind of an impact, since all my words this week apparently have not.

Monday, June 01, 2020

Where are we going, and why are we in this handbasket?

229.8

Wow, it's been less than a week since my last post, and the world has truly fallen apart. The same day I posted about Christian Cooper, the African American birder in New York who nearly fell victim to a "swat" by a racist white woman in Central Park, our worst fears were realized in the murder of George Floyd, an African American man in Minneapolis who was killed during his arrest for what was believed to be a fake $20 bill (it wasn't). He did not resist. He was cuffed and thrown on the ground, and an officer knelt on the back of his neck. George Floyd begged to be let up, pleading with the officer that he could not breathe, that he was in pain, that they were killing him. He cried for his mother (who died two years ago). And then he died. The officer knelt on his neck for more than eight minutes. Three other officers looked on while it happened. It took four days for the Minneapolis Police Department to arrest the officer--oh, excuse me, "former officer" because they did fire him--for murder. The other three officers were not arrested and did not lose their jobs. And predictably, there have been riots in most major cities around the country as people protest a racist system that serves and protects dirty cops far more than it serves and protects minority populations.

I am angry. I am angry that George Floyd was murdered. I am angry that the only reason we know about it is because someone happened to film it. I am angry that it took four days to arrest the officer and that the other officers, who were very much complicit, still walk free. I am angry at the number of friends I have on social media who "tut tutted" over George Floyd's murder but have spent much more time and many more words decrying the looting that is occurring, despite evidence that the looting is a small portion of the protesting and seems to be mostly committed by outsiders (especially white outsiders). I am angry at my social media friends for saying things like "THEY are being divisive" and "THEY are destroying their message" without understanding that the people saying "THEY" are the ones being divisive by not recognizing that it isn't "their" message, it's "OUR" message.

I want to rage. I want to grab these people and shake them. I want them to understand what it means to be oppressed. I want them to feel a taste, just a taste, of what people of color have experienced in the past 400 years.

And if I'm that mad--a white upper class woman who experiences tremendous privilege--just imagine how actual members of the Black community feel.

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Public Shaming, Doxxing, Racism, Dog Abuse, Attempted Murder...what a day it's been

5/26/20

Oof. I initially thought I would make this into a thread and post it on Twitter, but as a member of the problematic demographic in this situation (privileged white women), I should probably sit this one out on social media.

So. A black man in New York City was enjoying Central Park and was in an area called the Ramble, which is for wildlife and bird watching. There is a leash law in effect in that area. He came across a white woman who was exercising her cocker spaniel off leash. He asked her to leash her dog in accordance with the leash law, and she refused, saying her dog needed to be exercised. He asked her to take the dog to a different part of the park where she could run the dog off leash, and again she refused, saying it was "dangerous". At this point, the man wisely started filming the encounter with his cell phone. She became aggressive with him, approaching him and wagging her finger in his face, telling him to stop filming. He maintained his calm the entire time, even when she then pulled out her own phone and informed him that she was going to call the police and tell them that an African American man was threatening her life. She proceeded to actually make the call and intentionally changed her voice to make herself sound distressed, telling the 911 operator that she was being threatened by an African American man in the park. [The entire time this is going on, she has her dog by the collar and is lifting the dog off the ground by the neck. The dog is choking and struggling.] After her call, the man, who remained calm the entire time, thanked her for finally putting the leash on the dog and walked away. He posted the video to social media, and it was then shared by his sister. The video went viral, and the story was widely shared on multiple platforms. Eventually, it reached someone who could identify her, a young man who said he had been a dog walker for her. He identified her by name, and the internet took over. They found her FB and Instagram accounts, the rescue where she had gotten the dog, her Linkedin account, and of course her employer. People implored the rescue to reclaim the dog (she voluntarily surrendered the dog to them). People demanded she be fired (her employer has put her on administrative leave while they investigate). People want her to be arrested (which hasn't happened yet). She did put out a weak apology, saying that she was afraid, that he shouted at her (there isn't any evidence to support that), and that she now realizes that she is in a privileged group that can rely on the police for protection but that there are groups that cannot rely on the same thing (African Americans).

All of this, of course, comes on the heels of the public murder of Ahmaud Arbery, a black man jogging in a neighborhood outside Brunswick, Georgia, and a host of other shooting deaths by police of unarmed African Americans, like the recent shooting of paramedic Breonna Taylor by police who entered her apartment looking for a suspect who was actually already in police custody and hadn't been anywhere near there...I could go on.

The responses on social media have been vast and varied. Dog Twitter was appalled at her treatment of her dog. In searching for information about this woman, they found a surprising number of posts she made about dramatic and dangerous things that happened to the dog, leading some to wonder if it might be a situation of Munchausen by proxy involving her dog. Birding Twitter used the situation as an example of people misusing wild spaces and related their own encounters with unleashed dogs and privileged idiots. There were plenty of apologists who agreed that the woman had done a terrible thing but that they could understand her behavior *to an extent* because they believed that she really thought she was in danger. And an unsurprising number (I guess) of people were distressed at the fact that this woman had been "doxxed" (had personal identifying information posted publicly for the purpose of harassment) and that she did not deserve to have her life ruined.

There are many examples of situations where this kind of public shaming has gotten out of control. I am familiar with the issue because I actually use it in my classroom--Justine Sacco, and Jon Ronson's book So You've Been Publicly Shamed; various United Airlines debacles, including the doctor dragged off the UA flight in 2017; Dani Mathers, the model who took a photo of an older woman in a locker room at a gym and posted it to Snapchat; trophy hunters like Walter Palmer and Rebecca Francis; and even some local incidents in my town. I pose the questions to my students to think about: can public shaming be justifiable? Are there times that it is beneficial? How can we keep it from becoming an out-of-control situation?

So I found myself very interested in this incident, mainly because of those last two groups of people. This woman has been labeled "Central Park Karen," yet another white woman employing her privilege at the expense of another, a person of color. The apologists chuckle a little uncomfortably at the nickname, agree that the woman was out of line to call the cops, but then justify her behavior *to an extent* by pointing out that she is a woman alone in a wooded area and is confronted by a man. And I get it; I do. I am a woman. I have been alone before and had men come up and talk to me. I was uncomfortable. I could have been in danger. But you know what I didn't do? I didn't call the cops on someone who didn't deserve it. He wasn't threatening her. He asked her to put her dog on a leash and reminded her that she was breaking the rules. And her response was to get pissy with him and get in his face. He was justified in filming her, for his own self defense, just like cops wearing body cameras do it for the safety of themselves and the safety of others. Because if there was no record of it happening, honestly, WHO would believe the word of a black man over a white woman? Sure, it's been 60 years since To Kill A Mockingbird was written and 85 years since its events would have taken place, but the world sadly has not changed all that much. We are very, very concerned with believing all victims, which is good, but we cannot forget that there should also be a policy of innocent until proven guilty, and that policy is forgotten when it involves people of color over and over again. She used her privilege to call the cops on him, because she was pissed that he wanted her to obey the leash law. And yes, she knew what she was doing. She was not terrified when she interacted with him; she was firm and strong with him. She did not affect fear in her voice until she was on the phone to the 911 operator, and that was intentional. She was not afraid of him; she was MAD. She pretended to be afraid on the phone to make them believe her, not him. I can also tell this because of her word choice. When she warned the man that she was going to call the police, she didn't say, "I'm going to call the police and tell them you threatened me" (which would have been a lie anyway). She said, "I'm going to tell them there's AN AFRICAN AMERICAN MAN threatening my life." You CANNOT tell me that she is unaware that those are loaded words to a police dispatcher. You CANNOT tell me that she doesn't know that the police will come with guns drawn. She was the one breaking the law, yet she sicced the cops on a black man because she was mad that he had the audacity to call her on it. Do you understand what she did? It's not that different from the bad guy in a movie who has been disarmed by the good guy and is being held at gunpoint shouting at the cops when they finally show up, "He's trying to kill me!" and the cops jump on the good guy and the bad guy gets away. Except guess what? This hero is black, and the cops just shoot him instead. SHE THREATENED HIS LIFE. She could get him killed, AND SHE DOES NOT FUCKING CARE.

And that's where I address the second group, the ones who think she didn't deserve to be doxxed. After all, she was just breaking a leash law, right? WRONG. Attempted murder is a crime. She tried to get this guy killed. I absolutely believe that to be true. She knew the cops would come after him, she intentionally changed her voice on the phone to guarantee it, and she did not care if he got shot in the process. Because he dared to call her out. A black man dared to call out a white woman who was breaking the law, and she could have gotten him killed. Remember that line in Of Mice and Men, when Curley's wife tells Crooks, the black stable buck, "I could get you strung up on a tree so easy it ain't even funny." She knows exactly what power she holds, and she wields it against a black man with ferocity. She's not just a Karen asking to speak to a manager. She's Mayella Ewell, willing to sacrifice a black man to cover up her own crime. She's Curley's wife, punishing a black man for telling her she was somewhere she shouldn't be. So, while I agree that public shaming and doxxing very often get out of hand and can put innocent people in danger, this time, I think it's justified. I think this woman deserves to be shamed. I think she deserves to lose her dog. I think she deserves to lose her job. Because I think she is a dog abuser and a racist who tried to get a black man killed. And I think she knows it.




Saturday, April 18, 2020

Life During The Apocalypse: Day Whatever.

It's more than just being tired of being stuck in the house. It's more than just missing my students. It's more than just frustration that not all of my students are turning in work or are even able to turn work in. It's more than annoyance at having to ride herd on my own kids to get their school work done each day. It's more than just ennui that keeps me from getting my grading done. It's more than severe disgust in my fellow human beings who put their own needs above those of others. It's more than just the uncertainty that surrounds my school year. It's more than just the endless ugliness from people on social media. It's more than just the ten + pounds I've gained in the five weeks we've been home. It's more than just wanting answers about how I'm going to assess and give grades to students who have been working under less than ideal conditions for half their semester. It's more than just trying to figure out what might happen if we go back to school and endanger our families and friends. It's more than just worrying about my health and the health of my family. It's more than just a need to eat food that I haven't cooked myself. It's more than wanting to send my kids out to play with their friends for their sake and for mine. It's more than wishing spring would solidify itself with nicer weather because I'm tired of snow.

It's more.


Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Teaching during the apocalypse: I am NOT a home school parent.

Oh my Lord in heaven, today has been a challenge, and it's only noon.

Today is the first day that my kids have really struggled to get assignments completed, and they have really pushed back against me when I've tried to encourage them. There have been multiple complaints about how much work they're having to do. They are grumpy, and I'm really frustrated with their lack of motivation.

And I realized why they are hitting the wall today, finally: their teachers have sorted out how to do at least some of their instruction online, so they are starting to post all of their regular daily work instead of just a handful of review assignments. The kids couldn't understand why they had so much to do, and I had to explain that this is different than just having homework to do, or having assignments that they missed because we went on vacation. This is school. At home.

I never wanted to be a home school parent. Kids do not by nature take instruction well from their parents. And for most of us parents, it's been a while since we've had to do the types of assignments our kids are doing. I'm lucky, since my kids are in lower grades, because I still know how to do the work they need. But I'm sure there are parents out there who feel a little like Mr. Incredible in The Incredibles 2, trying to help Dash with his math.


I chuckled a bit last week at parents who were posting elaborate schedules for their kids to follow each day, and at other parents who were making jokes about their kids going feral. But now, this week, I'm starting to look at both ends of that spectrum and trying to find a happy medium between them. I don't know that I have the endurance and intestinal fortitude to force my kids to follow a rigid schedule, because I don't have the time to ride herd on them all day long and still get my own school work done. But I also refuse to just let them spend the day on their tablets or video games. So I need to figure out how to strike a balance between the two, both for the benefit of my kids' education and the maintenance of my own sanity.

Monday, March 23, 2020

Teaching During the Apocalypse: Week 2 Day 1

First day of our second week of school cancellation for COVID-19. Trying to find some kind of rhythm or routine to fall back on. Had to go pick up a packet of assignments for my second grader first thing this morning, and since then I've been doing double duty, trying to get my kids to do their school work and trying to get assignments and materials posted and checked for my high school students.

On one hand, I feel like I'm somewhat prepared for the week. I only have a few assignments I need to construct for my students, and I pretty much know what those are and what they will look like. On the other hand, I feel like I'm behind the eight ball because I have assignments to grade from the week before school got cancelled, and I have to get them all graded ASAP. This wouldn't be quite as hard to do if this felt like a "normal" school cancellation, like a snow day. But it doesn't feel like that at all. The novelty of being home has worn off for everyone, even the dog. The boys are chafing to go outside and do something, and are resisting doing their school work. I too am bored and tired of being inside; ennui is a powerful demotivator.

I know I need to get some stuff done, but I'm not really feeling it. Le sigh. Hopefully I can remotivate myself this afternoon.