Oh, Look, It's Monday ... Guess What That Means?

 

Before I start on the whole Monday thing, I'd like to take a moment to ponder on why I am sort of really offended by the phrase "Art for the People ..." I don't see art like that at all. Yes, wealthy people DO have art that normal people do not. Wealthy people, however, do make it possible for normal people to SEE a LOT of art of all types, styles, shapes, sizes, etc. Also, with the advent of the Internets, you can SEE any kind of art you want to see at any time. Period. Will it be the same? No. I can attest to that, because I saw this on the internets first: 

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And then, I saw it in person .... The amount of my breath that left my body could not have been measured, and capturing it in picture form doesn't begin to describe to you what I saw when standing mere inches or less from it. 

So, really, when someone creates art, why does it have to be classified as either "real" art or "Art for the people," as if normal humans getting to look upon it actually lessens its value or description as art? 

Fuck that. I have been weary of elitist bullshit since like forever, and clearly, I'm still weary of it. That being said, if you can get to an art museum of any size, do it. Go feel it (well, do NOT touch it, but just stand in its presence and soak in the energy). 

Okay, back to Monday. 

It's Monday. It's time. I've had a good run of a few months of not giving two flying fuquetarts about my person. I've focused on other things, as you've seen, been up, down, all around and back again. It's time. 

Nothing I say is about anyone else but me ... This is my own journey. Support me, don't support me, do your own journey, create your own adventure - it's all good. This is about me. 

I believe eating a meal from our most favoritest Chinese restaurant the other night sealed the deal. It was nearly instantaneous, the physical affect it had. A zillion tingles (not a good varietal) from head to toe ... I knew it totally fucked with the blood sugar. A physical feeling ... 

It's time. Time to get my collective shit back together and do something about my unhappiness with my current shape of being. 

Going back to keto for a moment. That's my current thought. I've teetered on the edges of normal living/eating long enough. I need a way to get the blood sugars under control, and stop the constant yo-yo scale life. 

Eggs, bacon, meats, veggebles, salad, homemade dressing, chaffles, keto bagels; lather, rinse, repeat. 

We've gotten to a point where we are (total First-World issue) sick of food, and end up buying junk because why not? That's not how I want to do it. I'd rather make a bunch of stuff at the beginning of the week, and get back to a more scheduled existence. 

After making a completely keto meal last night, I also remember JUST HOW FULL you get from mostly very little food. 

Also moving again (not house, body). At least once a day. Moving. The sedentary life has killed my muscle tone (of which there is pretty much now none) and added to the flat(fat)ness of my backside. Moving. It is required. 

Not afraid to admit that I've gained on the scale. This morning? 219. 

Blood sugar, don't know yet. I think the best time to check that will be right before my first meal of the day, closer to noonish. I'll clue you in next time I write. 

In the words of Rage: 

It has to start somewhere, it has to start sometime
What better place than here, what better time than now?

All hell can't stop me now. 

Off I go. 

Rock on with your bad selfs. Have an excellent week!