Chances of action.

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Good.  Probability, either clinical or common, suggest it.  Nothing yesterday, save cat care and food.  Days are being stretched to business hours in a sustainable fashion.  One call was placed Monday, as well as a scant several chores.  Today?  Set for more.  Three calls, a shower and shave, trash out, a load or two smaller ones of laundry, and kitchen counters.  Well, we will see.  The efforts Monday was prep.  I had hoped for yesterday but it is today so I will start where, when, I am... not where, when, I can no longer be.  Nor will I lament.  I will merely start here, now... if possible.

With food becoming regular again, on my own terms, I have begun moderating.  Moderating?  No.  Dosing.  Over the fast/feast divide, in a pleasant reasoned middle territory, cutting volume while shaping meal times is a simple trick.  Three ounces of meat is way out, unless eating very often is desired.  Six to nine is usually fine enough...that buys three to six hours.  Not sure about incorperating fasting back in quite yet, but that is in the cards.  Fridays, perhaps the whole weekends if Ican get back to that level.  Plans.

Food isn't what it seems.  I LIKE a food rush, specifically from some foods.  Sugar starch, even too much protein, they can provide hits and highs.  Beats drugs... if it actually is a drug.  What, sometimes, I like better is starvation.  Doesn't look like it, but I have gone without food for weeks at a time.  That too can be it's own special sort of delicious.  Neither way is profitable, most likely vestigial aspects of my varied native relations.  Also a part of why I used to drink alcohol as I did.

A middle ground is being sought.  Better to be where wisdom will profit the wise, innit Johnny.

A bit more gaming, then a shower, plus abum rush on several of those other chores, a break  then back at it?  That is the plan.  Later.