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Oh, you know though, that really isn't too bad with a 4:00 bedtime. Plus, I ended up not quite ready to sleep. Surprisingly I was able to read, so read I did. Honestly, sometimes when I go to read, my eyes all but literally cross. I like reading, but it takes focus that I only rarely have available. Then I can turn around and read the bible, several times, over a summer? The bible is a bit different, but I don't read it every summer either. I had questions. Some where clarified with the reading though some will always remain. Anyway, I picked up the book on the paleo diet for athletes. True, in technical terms, I am not an athlete. But it real terms, given my condition, I am on Olympian. I still have vestiges of my old form and strength and power. I do not tease on that score. I may not be as physique-wise beautiful, but under the rust and extra fat my true form remains, not waiting to get out... it is there, whole, in sheep's clothing, if you will. Just weighed down, too much sheep was left in the clothing! hehe

I know understand why D.C. poopoos my definition of the paleo-diet. And, yes, come to think of it, my current version is different from the version I used in the Navy. The reason I was on the leaner version in the Navy is the same reason actual hunter-gatherers were on a leaner version... no choice (and perhaps some peer pressure). Being on my own, well retired considering, has allowed me what I could do then and hunter-gatherers never can do, that is choose a fatter diet. Just understand hunter-gatherers would have killed to get to the easy life they had (which I have) and have the fatter diet I have. Essentially, I am the eminent form of what a paleo-eater would wish to become. Die younger? No, I have already outlived the life-span of hunter-gathering men. Die younger than typical Westerners, modern men? And? Further, since my heart problem was viral, nothing I ate or not could have changed that. I have, too, also outlived most people with my heart problems. Though, true, what is good for me isn't exactly good for others. I won't even try to say that.

The thing about the paleo diet? No milk, no beans, and no whole grains. When I am able to sustain my cooking, that combination, on top of mostly meats, absolutely shreds my diabetes. It makes my diabetes disappear. So, I won't be giving those up for some theory of how some peoples lived and ate before they could get much fat. I have refrigeration, a freezer, and access to meats that are delicious. What I will do, however, is in earnest begin seeking organ meats. Sweetbreads, brains, and adding liver in a bit more. Tongue is already a menu occasional, as are gizzards and heart. I want to add these things, I have... a taste for them and it seems they are quite paleo. What makes me laugh is that the authors dare to suggest dropping beans, whole wheat, and milk, but don't press the reader to eat offal, despite the realization that these things are awesome dietetically. Fools and scoundrels, in my opinion. Especially since I know that, for example, tongue is delicious, gizzards are wonderful, heart is at least okay, and I have heard that properly prepared sweetbreads are absolutely divine. Brain? Well, it will be one of those things, like vegetables for some, that simply is eaten without too much thought. It is simply good for you food. Oh, don't worry about me lambasting the authors. Just consider it a tug-of-war. I do think they are on to something, I just think they give at the wrong points on the wrong things, from time to time. I will review more of the book, and perhaps write an actual review.

I didn't get into the Latin yet. I was figuring some things out with the other book. I jumped to chapters I wanted to read first, though I think the titles were a bit misleading, or at least that the book is more complicated than I might have at first presumed. I don't know how long I will be able to continue reading, just that I will read until I can't, on this subject. Perhaps I will get through it and well into Latin before I go cross-eyed regarding reading again.

Oh, such an odd little life. My lady friend called today. She will be heading to the Boundary Waters this fall, again. I am elated for her. She has been there before, but with what turned out to be a bunch of Sierra lesbians. While she is slightly butch, she is no more lesbian than your standard princess type woman. Not... her... thing... at all. Still, she enjoyed herself on the trip. This time it will be cool and she will be with friends who aren't trying to hit on her. Funny girl. I do like the lass. Oh, she is amazed at how my life is turning out here. The odd things I am doing actually make sense to her hippy-type mind. She is, like myself, and D.C., a natural at being on the far edges of society. We are what we are, society be damned for the most part. But none of us pushes it, I think. We are just what we are. Although, her, D.C., and myself all seem to have our own very disparate forms of pseudo-hippy venues, if there is some interesting overlap. I'm more plain barbarian, D.C. is more diy and economic brain trust, and my lady friend is just a natural flower girl turned grown woman. I like my peoples.

Well, I best get going. I am replaying Dead Space 2, in the most difficult mode, again. Not Hard Core, that is just hard because of saves. But Zealot mode is very difficult. When you win Hard Core, though, it opens up a new "gun" (looks like a foam hand with a pointed finger, like in sporting events for fans). It absolutely dominates. And, when you point and shoot, the character you play either says "bang" or "pow" or "pow, pow, pow". Way too fun and funny. I... had to do it. After that I will try to get the last three or four trophies in the DLC game. Hey, it takes very little physical energy to play, and yet it requires me to think, react, and stay as on top of my real game as possible without being able to act physically. It is what I have.

Good day!