Rose's Cantina

Embed from Getty Images Yesterday was a banner day for me. I finally got my consult with the plastic surgeon which will take place on March 14 at 1 p.m. Nice. That's the good news. The bad news was a follow-up phone call to the family doctor. "The surgeon will not operate on anyone who has smoked in the last year," said the assistant. No worries, I have been smoke free for 59 years. "And she will not operate on anyone with a BMI (Body Mass Index) of over 30." This got my back up. BMI is a great way to determine how much weight a person has to lose, but it doesn't take into account the fact that I'm wearing two bowling balls on my chest. In my opinion, that's equivalent to putting the fix in, throwing the game, handicapping the round. I began to protest, but realized it was useless. Even without the 10 poundage on my chest, my BMI is still about 33, meaning I have to lose 35 or 40 pounds. Yes, Virginia, I am obese, a fat ass, a...

Cabinet Ministers in Canada are acting like a bunch of spoiled kids. Really, they are spoiled fat kids who can't walk from Centre Block to West block. As a result, we the Canadian taxpayers are forced to pay up to $20,000 extra a year in overtime for their drivers to wait on them hand and foot. (Mostly foot!) These lard asses should be forced to wear pedometers and the results should be downloaded into a database which is available on Access to Information. There is no excuse. It is recommended that the average Canadian walk 10,000 steps to ensure good health and a trim figure. Obviously, not many Cabinet Ministers are walking more than a block without assistance. Perhaps their Body Mass Indices should be posted as well.