I've been measuring myself again, and although I seem to be on weight plateau, I've lost an inch off my waist and an inch off my booty. I've had two weightlifting sessions this month, so maybe that's the difference because I've been the same weight for three weeks now.

I'm not freaking out just yet, because I can't complain about an inch loss off my hips and my tummy, but I just wish the scale would move. Maybe my body is shifting again, and my body needs to get caught up. Maybe the weightlifting I've done has added more muscles, and muscles weigh more and that explains the weight plateau. I don't know.

I wonder if I'll lose my hips or are they permanent now. I never used to have them. Hips do make certain types of clothing fit better, like jeans and skirts. With my hips, I can finally wear women's pants. At my thinnest in high school, I could only wear a men's size 29 jeans. They were the only jeans that fit my waist and my hips.

I once had a seamstress friend design a dress for me. When she was draping fabric around my body, she got frustrated and kept saying over and over again that I had no hips to hold the fabric up. But that was when I was younger. Now I have hips galore, and although I'm not very fond of these lumps on the sides of my body, I do like how they make clothes shopping easier.

Not much to say today. I feel all talked out somehow. I did love Bush's line in the news today. "This business about, you know, more time -- you know, how much time do we need to see clearly that he's not disarming? As I said, this looks like a rerun of a bad movie and I'm not interested in watching it. " He sounded irritated in the sound bite, didn't he? I don't blame him though; 11 years is a long time.

Check the out the full text of Bush's comments to reporters, Remarks by the President After Meeting with Economists.

So I'm deciding whether to drop out of my Saturday morning City College of San Francisco yoga class, because the yoga teacher spent about 15 minutes telling people to go to the anti-war rally. I'm like, HELLO! I'm paying you to teach me yoga, not to hear about your politics. I was irritated on Saturday, and my irritation has been building to just downright anger.

I just experienced what the conservatives are saying what's wrong with public education; public school teachers trying to politic in a non-political class. And obviously this woman knows nothing about yoga, because if she did, she would know that her integrity is so off and she's committing an act of bad karma. Her job is to teach yoga, not politics and she's not, and she knows it; that's classic bad karma. She doing something wrong and she knows it. And this woman is going to teach me yoga and its philosophy? PLEASE!!! She knows nothing of the subject if she's politicing in an exercise class.

This is the first time I've ever come across this in a class at CCSF. It's frightening to me. I want to send her an email, and harangue her about it, but what's the sense. She won't get it, and I know she doesn't get what yoga and its philosophy is truly about. I don't need someone teaching me yoga and its philosophy, who doesn't understand the basic laws of karma.

The woman then went on telling the people in class to write to Gray Davis, and tell him that we don't like the public education budget cuts. And I'm like why? So I can have a freak like you teach class an exercise class, and spend most of it telling us your political views. When we do go to war with Iraq, and I belive it's a fait accompli at this point, I just know this yoga exercise teacher is just going to spend more class time spouting off her political opinions. Do I really want to deal with this for a whole semester every Saturday morning?

I take classes at CCSF, because they're cheap, I get to meet a variety of people, and the teachers I've had have been very good. Now granted, the country is an extraordinary set of circumstances with the upcoming war with Iraq, but to have this yoga teacher, who's said she's studied yoga and its philosophy all her life, commit seriously bad karma on the first day of class just doesn't sit well with me. I feel bad too. I'm a great believer in public education, but if this is what public education is turning into, then I'm not going to waste my time. I can afford to take private yoga classes. I won't get the variety of people I'd meet in a public education class, but I think the teacher will teach yoga postures, and not spend the time informing me of their political opinion.

My only consolation in this whole thing is, very few people in the class took the anti-war flyers she was handing out, and everyone had that bored looked in their eyes which seemed to say "shut up already and teach us yogic breathing", which of course she didn't, because she ended class early so she could go the rally. Talk about instant karma, but I doubt she got that too.

So the Raiders won, and they're playing their old coach who bailed to go to Tampa Bay, after Steve Mariucci, the ex 49er coach, waffled on whether to take the job. It's the kind of drama even Hollywood could invent. Real life is sometimes way more interesting than fiction.

And Al Davis, who people call "the godfather", I just found out was the first NFL owner to break the colour barrier and hire african american players. Which reminds me that tomorrow is Martin Luther King Day, and I don't have the holiday off. Bad huh?

My pastor read a sermon at church today that Dr. Martin Luther King delivered in 1956, and it was very good. Dr. King had pretended he found a long lost letter from Paul to American Christians. The man definitely had a way with words as was evidenced by this early sermon. The themes Dr. King brought up in 1956 are so timeless too, as the country faces whether affirmative action and other programs to promote racial diversity have any merit at the college level.

My Dr. Martin Luther King connection. During my college time, Dr. King's daughter enrolled at my school, but left after a semester to go to Howard University in Atlanta. I never saw her, but everyone said she was very nice.

Although I'm a 49er fan, I'm jumping on the bandwagon to cheer on the Raiders because they're a Bay Area team. It's one of the perks of living in an area with two football teams. There's a good chance if one of them loses, the other team may win. GO RAIDERS!

The geriactric Raiders team is definitely redefining for professional football the age limit and longevity of players who stay injury free and take care of themselves. I read Bill Callahan even had the players train differently, so they don't get too tired because of their age. His strategy has paid off, as the Raiders look strong and don't fade in the fourth quarter as many teams expect them to do.

I love the fact that Bill Callahan has never held a head coaching job before, and now finds himself as a rookie coach in his first superbowl. I wonder if he allowed himself to have this dream. And what a dream. There are head coaches who have never taken teams to the superbowl, and Callahan goes in his first year.

My prediction: the Oakland Raiders will win Superbowl 37 by a touchdown, and it will be a close, well fought game.

And now we can look forward to why we really watch the Superbowl; the commercials.