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Without using or making sauces, loaded with sugar, salt, or other items I need to avoid, everything from raw, only a few pure ingredients. I can make food so good tasting it is addictive. But it isn't good for me, or anyone else. A simple blood sugar test will clue you in. Though eating too much can have similar effects, spiking the reading. I have found that eating the right foods, once you get used to them, is a natural limit... higher animal fats is the real key.
Supper was quite good. Cabbage, pork, potato, butter, raw milk, and sour cream. I doubt if I consumed three quarters of a pound. Though I haven't been eating, that is becoming a more usual dose. I may even need a nap shortly, if that is probably because I am not eating often. All good.
Of course, I had to finish some dishes. While doing that, I hit everything else and set up a third small tub of dishes. I am getting things done. The odor is going, if not quite done. A few more airings and it should be good. I will keep at it. So tired. Not a bad thing. I have things to do tomorrow. A nap, even a long one, might really help.
A bit of music caught my eye. The problems when love... is taken for granted. When she can sing your song but not understand your words. When you possess her drama, and everyone feels alone, perhaps together or not. Just remembering some things. We are such silly beings, even when sincere, definitely when not.
Later.
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