Sunday, April 12, 2015

When msm misses, and keeps missing.

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Yeah, I'm a paleo, give or take.  I eat, pretty much, proteins, then fats, and maybe carbs and vegetables.  But I don't worry, let alone obsess, over the notion.  I eat, choose what I eat other than what is offered, and... that's that.  Oh, sure, there are some who have become obsessed with food.  Cramped city dwellers, often without a spouse or any real chance at one since they can't see there way to such a reality.  Instead, the become their own parents, rather than breaking free from the notion or finding a life that would force them out of being their own children.  But that has nothing to do with mental health.  Still, I suppose since being queer is no longer politically correct as a mental illness, they must replace it with something?

Seriously.  Decide what foods work well for you, and aim in that direction.  You won't always eat just that, can't.  If chocolate attracts the body, it will beat your will.  If you are hungry and alone, and someone offers food with *gasp* gluten *gasp* in it, you will eat it.  I avoid some things, aim at others, and compromise often.  But I don't worry about it beyond that.  It isn't an eating disorder.  It is a social disorder.  Women don't cook, and men don't guide them by want and need.  With so few children, people can become fussy beyond reason, and have the money (money is not wealth, by the way, much as gold is not money*).  In a land of plenty, one in which our grandparents on back would hold with terribly envy, so many have gotten so picky that their food supplies are being controlled to the point that some call it a mental illness.  *sigh*

*Sure, in some states and nations, but not a commonly traded item as such, and for good reasons.  Raw metals used as currency is extremely risky, which is why a standard, not pure raw, is the way to go... much as a pure democracy is just as bad as a pure tyranny.

Oh, right.  I did get the shower in and am just writing this as I dry off a bit.  Next I will finish dressing then head out.  Probably not as long of a hike as I had hoped, time is ticking and I need to return before too long.  Still, maybe an hour or two out and about.  I will look through my pack after finishing this, taking just a few things, including my water purifier, to test the river water while I am out.  A bandana if needed, just to wet and wear if I get a bit too hot.  A package or two of food, just to say I have it.  Perhaps a few other items.  Just so I can say I am ready.  Can't get lost, the river rides the road.  More just in case another has need or want, and to... be prepared.  Later.

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