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Well it has been pretty shocking....today in Normal, Mn. at the Church of the Perpetual Fishermen, a traveling missionary, and some have speculated frustrated by the small collection gathered to support his intense mission, said as he left the small church in this small fishing community, that some of the wayward really did need a flogging every so often just to really experience the full bliss of the Lord....and yes the little old ladies just smiled quietly as they left from Church....it seemed to have brought back memories of their youth when they had learned of such talk as being typical of the "Spanish Inquisition" monks and such....Anyway, they just smiled and moved away from Church, and determined not to enter again and pledge their donations till that missionary had left the state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-2005017862446863181?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well it's spring, and now that the frozen tundra has warmed up, it is time for me to get back up to the cabin in Normal, Mn., the small fishing village near Garrison where I get away from the wild and crazy politics in Wisconsin, and settle in to some peaceful walleye fishing and such, and start each day off at Betty Lou's Cafe, where all the coffee is double strong black, and in a tall blue Minnesota Vikings mug, which are in short supply because Betty Lou is unsure whether the Vikings are going to stay in Minnesota, so the mugs are available for sale, but for $19.95 as a tourist item.....but I digress. I stopped in last Sunday at the Church of the Perpetual Fisherman, and chatted with the resident pastor, who travels between three parishes in Northern Minnesota, but makes his home in Normal, MN with his wife and 3 children...yes he is married, and in fact, he is my hero, along with all of Christ's apostles who were ALL married. Ah if only we could purify the Church and take it back to the days when the focus was on reaching out to spread the WORD rather than whether the proper response is "With your Spirit" or the more correct Hebrew version....." But I digress....and ALL the nuns in Normal, Mn. are Married too....that's the way it always has been in Normal, Mn...Where the nuns have been involved in teaching and such....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-8884615808542573792?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Recently in the frozen tundra, some sensitive congregations of the faithful have been concerned about the Holy Saturday liturgy in that while all those members of the Congregation of the Faithful are spreading the light in the pews, there is..well...some...smoke that is being inhaled...and it might be bad for ones health.... I just got the text from Normal, Mn. Church of the Holy Faithful, that the traditional service of the "Lights" will be held on Saturday night this week, and not withstanding the squimishness of certain Christian sects that are worried about a little smoke, the Light of Christ well be spread as in the traditional liturgy, before the environmental progressives got involved in liturgical development. There is limited seating so arrive early. Lumen Christi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-5340525351506762520?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This week without fanfare, Paul Soglin had hip surgery...and someone replaced him at the helm. Paul became mayor again recently and addressed the Edgewater...the Library...the Overture..and the budget for the city of Madison....and he did again what the citizens of Madison have COUNTED on him to do....come thru for them....

Best wishes on a speedy recovery, Paul Soglin. After all these years....we are still counting on you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-5176888399396336030?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wondering, I raised my hand and asked; " How many olives are there in a serving?"

She responded; " Richard, You're not chunky because you have had too many olives.  You can have as many as you want.
Thus whenever I order a gin martini, shaken not stirred, straight up, I always order "double olives."

Then she went on:  "When you review liquor, and the calories...what happens when you drink?

That's right...you tend to eat MORE.  After a drink you might relax and have a second, third or fourth piece of pizza. 
How true it is.

And another thing, when in the drinking scene, pretty soon it gets to the lowest denominator.....Why not light the dinner candles, make the martini with double olives, and then sip it slowly like a special dinner in a castle.....Savor it.  And the double olives....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-5949765547349298861?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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S is for Stress. Being mild mannered, I have had the tendency to just eat a cheeseberger when faced with challenges I could not solve quickly.  I found that holiday stress and kids stress max this out.  The second element of stress is work stress...and if one is confined or maybe "caged" is a better term, in a work cubicle, and then stressed with uncontrolled volume of interaction with customers...who might be occasionally unhappy...the result on diet is bad...I am going to change that.....

For the second S I have concluded that "Social" or peer presure or whatever one would call it, the types of friends and their attitude toward healthy eating have a profound effect on diet...During football season I need something else but eating, drinking and watching football to do. And it helps to have friends with interests beyond this. 

And finally, a S can be for structure...On having projects and activities designated so that eating is not my primary hobby. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-2318168531998740198?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Those were the days when bold robbers met their fate at the hands of skillfull lawmen of the young FBI....what has happened to those days when bribery and extortion were met with the righteous wrath of the courageous FBI?

Take for example the recent event in Madison, Wisconsin where a noted corporation, posing through a middleman, threatened the State of Wisconsin that they would leave for the warm weather of Florida unless they were paid several million dollars to relocate to the nearby Middleton......

How is this different from the famous extortion cons of the wild 1930"s.

Very simple.

Now we call it Economic Development.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-6682535432724849550?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If one assumes that a human body has a normal burn of 10 times body weight---or that say a person weighing 240 burns about 2400 calories per day to maintain the current weight----then it follows that any consumption of food less than that combined with exercise to burn off calories, will result in a caloric deficit...and if one keeps very good records---you can pretty much calculate how much weight you can lose over time with that deficit---the problem comes in CHANGING ones habits to get that deficit and getting it in a healthy way supervised by health professionals of course. 

The problem comes in confronting the reality of what one is consuming---it is kind of like confronting accounting...when one puts the budget on the refrigerator and then somehow the ending checkbook balance does not corresponde to the plan.  The budget is fiction...ditto for the diet. Diets have to be honest as to what is consumed as well as the amount of exercise and the amounts of calories burned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-4307943991258273869?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And as a side note, the rebel dj's who filled the airwaves with rock, always predicated their broadcast with the note that they were reporting to the station after an all niter of booze and fun, and in fact, over the years, EVERY single day for the past 40 years they have asserted that the were fully loaded from the night before...and to tell the truth from a stricly content based evaluation....that may have been the case...anyway...
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There has been a proud celebration of alcohol abuse and cheap beer that has been legendary, and along with it has been a celebration of cheap and plentiful drive thru food---and the waist lines of America has showed it. 

Along with the booze binge, has been a food binge, concentrating on pizza, french fries and greasy food that has left America reeling. Employees gathering around the piles of pizza during the Christmas season resemble cattle gathering around the feeding stations of old. 

One by one, these same folks have entered the health care system for heart related illness...and their families have suffered the consequences.....

There is nothing funny about obesity.  There is nothing catchy about a well turned phrase about how fashionably clothes cover butt cracks.....the problem results from not solving the problem of obesity..the killer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-762091434898121238?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Some had been religiously writing down and some had not.  

"Why do we write the foods down?" she asked. 

"
THIS IS NOT A WRITING CLASS"  

Her words struck me since I thought I had been doing the writing down pretty well, and loving to write an all.

"We write the foods down so we can review them, and CHANGE."
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Yes.  It's about changing.  And more than that it seems a little like budgeting.  It is not enough to live the week and then mark down what happened, but to Plan the week so that it comes out with the caloric deficit that was planned.  It is kind of like the old pegboard accounting system where the daily cash outflow was posted and the week and month to date was seen instantly----so if one plans a party on Friday night, one has to plan on the austerity the days before to create the caloric deficit for the party.....this is a concept I had never done before.  I had just thrown the overeating over my shoulder.....and it showed. 

So there it it.

It is NOT about the WRITING.  That is for writers.  It is for CHANGING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-2898035118878706313?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 "yup...right here I replied."  

"Here is a weight scale," she replied, "how much does it weigh"----quickly placing it on the little scale, I replied " FOUR OUNCES".

As I held the cellphone up high, she said:  "Thats your PORTION SIZE".  When you have an entre of beef or chicken or fish, simply place the cellphone on it to get the proper amount."

What a shock!!!!!

Portion Size was a concept that I had never mastered.  It was covered in not one class I had ever attended. In fact, I had grown accustomed to the notion that if a little is good...a lot is better.....and that was a concept that I had to discard...

So I will just ask you.....

"How much does YOUR cellphone weigh?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-8507567678193200678?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway. last week, my instructor started out the class by asking the Question:  "What's In Your Trunk?"

This headline shocked me a bit.  I had just buried my beloved "heavy chey" in Minneapolis that my daughter had been driving, and I know vividly the last review of the trunk----I had it loaded with a spare water pump, starter and lots of other parts that I thought for sure would fail...and I wanted to be prepared.  When the problem came, it was diagnosed by the big city folks as "electrical" and I had to put the car out of its misery while I could still afford to....

Right in the middle of my quick mental review of "My trunk", my instructor told us what was in her trunk---some tennis shoes, yaktrax, sweats, some party beverages, some snacks for the road to avoid the drive throughs etc.  yes even some wine just in case a party broke out. So, in short, planning for party and fun and health. 

Then I thought about my own "trunk", my stomach that I had been storing up with candy bars just in case I needed a burst of energy in crisis. I could see that all my "trunks" needed to be revamped. 

So I will just ask you the question:  "What's in YOUR trunk?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-4385661949367282552?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The water level of White Bear Lake has been sinking.&amp;nbsp; Joe Soucheray gives a description of the changes.&amp;nbsp; His family home was on the Mahtomedi side and near the Eash Shore Dock. Click on the link for Joe's thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535280949830069254-5838176240695890760?l=observerreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Treasure the Lilacs &lt;br /&gt;
Each spring which I lived during my college years with my grandmother, Nana, in St. Paul, the lilacs that surrounded the house would bloom.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Saturday morning, she would open the back door and the windows and let the smell of the lilacs envelope the house. Each weekday, she would freshen the vase of lilacs on the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;
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After looking at a picture of Gandpa in the back yard garden they had, and where he died, I realized that they both loved the lilacs and each spring, even almost forty years after he had died, those lilacs reminded her of the wonderful times they shared together. &lt;br /&gt;
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It had been the theory of Hoover that it was not the role of government to intervene in the creation of jobs etc...When FDR took office he quickly took the US off the gold standard, and then gradually devalued the dollar to .62. He reopened the strong banks.  Created a barrier between the banks and the brokers---that has since been torn down. He had a foreclosure holiday....Added support for farming with AAA. and much, much more. &lt;br /&gt;
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