Food, crochetting, a storm, and more.

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Food, and drink, to start off.  I must admit, I used to mock what older people seemed to eat.  Cabbage?  Smoothies?  Health food (of any sort).  I didn't realize it was necessity, was my main problem.  I thought it was an odd attempt at immortality, rather than tending an aging body.  Sometimes, often, wrongly albeit.  Butter really is better, vastly superior, to margarine, for example.  The whole boomer gen has nearly been destroyed by bad, perhaps malicious, food advice.  My gen knew better than to believe, but good alternatives were very hard to find, and are still being slammed by the medical and media industrial complexes... which I believe are intent on destroying "whites", for whatever that means.

Anyway, I have found a diet that works, roughly, if I can stay on it.  Well, and control things.  One problem was nuts, for example.  No, I do love them.  It was a matter of self-control.  I, this time, cracked down.  Instead of going by intuition, I weighed out portions.  A package label portion was one ounce.  As noted, that is based on a 130 pound, 53 year old post-menopausal.  No need to say women.  Well, I can safely, literally, double that.  Probably more being male.  So, two ounces, discretely repackaged.  I... almost cried at how little even a double portion looked, but stuck with it.  I have those every few days.

I am really beginning to tend, watch, get the right foods more often.  The trip to my mother's threw me terribly off.  I haven't recovered.  Dealing with being shorted by Social Security, again, has me in trouble financially, so that isn't helping.  Ugh.  But I am getting back to things.

Drinks were another issue.  Tea, mostly.  Milk, then more to dairy kefir... if keeping up on it is a pain.  Then kefir water a few times a week... a lot of probiotics.  Are probiotics actually good?  All I know is they generally cut carbs and sugars, don't generally trigger diabetes, and offer variety to my drink selection.  In a sense, beyond that, I don't care.  Now cold brewed coffee several times a week.  To that I may be adding a keto cola.  Not great, different.  It's called Zevia, based on stevia.  If it doesn't hurt my numbers, I'll keep it.  I'll never drink it like I used to drink regular soda.  It is far too expensive.  Variety, though, is what will help.

As to crocheting?  Well, in trying to get all I needed, I technically succeeded but mechanically fell down.  Acrylic, check.  Number 5, chunky but not textured, check.  But far too dark to start with.  Especially without the right glasses, and being up, working, at night.  So... I ordered a few skeins of brighter colors.  One thing I realized, from the start?  Never order a single skein.  Some of them won't finish out a dish cloth.  Three might do two dish clothes, or so.  I didn't realize it was such an expensive hobby.  Don't go into it to save money.  Blankets must be a small fortune, not including time.  Ugh.  Still, so be it.

A storm passed through last night and tonight.  Serious for these parts.  The remnants of a hurricane?  Sam stayed out, even going out into it.  I'm not a "no" guy.  I might caution.  No more, unless someone will surely be harmed.  Crazy brave cat, for a cat.  I'll check shortly, again.  I fear the cold more than anything at this point.

Oh, looks like I was right about Logan.  Right to not settle there.  The ricine guy?  Yep.  The Boss, and his pops, independently, saw the fibs and locals nabbing the dweeb.  He'll just go to work at some college when he gets out.  It doesn't sound like he mailed it to Cruz's office, the POTUS and a couple peeps at the pentagon.  Whatevs.  Murderous treason deserves the death penalty.

Later, or good night.