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Finally. Was out of lettuce, days ago. No cabbage. Even out of coffee. They seem to steal some of that, but not as much as they used to take. Trust me, I... kept close track for a while. Not sure how, or when they got in. Must have been while I was sleeping. Though I had some number of doctor appointments at that time, and the windows were often open. Screens are easy to remove and replace.
Anyway. To town. A shorter trip. Beside coffee, cabbage, lettuce, I finally found a whole chicken, so grabbed that, found thin slices of top sirloin. Not my favorite to buy thin, but... it might work, especially with salad. Sour cream, and just a few other things. More coffee than intended. They changed the bags. So I thought these where half pounders. Nope. I thought I was buying three pounds, double that. And coffee, the good stuff, is pretty spendy these days. But... I've wrapped and frozen most of it. Not perfect, but it will do.
And, I bought a bucket of their chicken on my way through. Half was dinner. Hindquarter parts, mostly drumsticks. Wonderful. I'll tell you, if you are kind to folk, they are kind back. And... I do my best. Especially those who try to present well, when it is difficult. They are easy for me to spot. Generosity of spirit, soul. Be... kind. Though, too, even if one hates me, I spend time with that one. Rarer, these days, but I don't get out much.
Yes, I took a shower before heading out. Meant to grab cream on my way home, but forgot. I prefer to raw stuff. I so wanted to get it, to give someone a day off, if they wanted it.
Picked up mail. In it are two thick wool, over the knee, hunter type socks. For winter. Told you, preparing. For cold nights, really, and maybe days. Possibly to wear out. But mostly for nights, sleeping. I'll see which pair I like best, and might buy another one or two, in time. Finally finding socks that fit my feet. Thirteens, in socks, are very small, tight, painful. They make socks, these days, a few, for bigger footed men. I suppose there are some she Yetis out there, but not many. I'd like to meet a girl... woman... or such... who wears a size 15 mens'. Just... to point and laugh. Possibly together, if she is taller. Clown feet are what they are.
It's a bit late, but it's bedtime. I needed to get out. And that was as soon as I could do it. Then I had to eat. Hungry. So very hungry. Then I had to cool down. Goodnight.
Hungry but nothing sounds good, or requires too much "fuss" to prepare. Have a 1/4 tub of cottage cheese (maybe 8oz.) salt& peppered, a foot and a half from my face, I can't yet, maybe add a can of tuna and some pickles/ olives to the mix. If I had a steak thawed, I'd try that, save (or share) what I don't eat. Body is not telling me what it needs, maybe nothing, too much nothing turns into nausea, no fun.
ReplyDeleteDogs left pouting, nothing really to share. maybe later.
I like pouting dogs, cats, and women. Call me peculiar. Or easily pleased. :p Or... why women and pets hate Doom.
ReplyDeleteYes, some days it's like that. Food is the oddest of things. And, as we age? It gets worse. Even so, if you lose a lot of weight, and live like you are going to keep it off? Life gets easier. But, getting there? Oh, that'll cost a leg, arm, and at least one nut. Plus, a punch in the gut, being beat like a seal pup, and nausea to a glorious level.
You suffer now. If you go this way, you will... walk the path of pain. I'm still not finished, I'm just... on the last half mile of my marathon? I... just... am struggling to find, then cross, than line.
Then again, and to be fair? Every time I set a line? 240 was the first. It wasn't enough. 220 was next. It... isn't enough. Now it's just, trying to figure out where that f'ing line is! And, then, to crawl over it, as I may.
I won't push, pull, tug, or anything. I will simply eat, mostly, rightly. And... let it happen. I was so sure 240, or really 220, would be it. Not so much. *shrug* So... on I go.
It doesn't hurt so much, now. I'm still a bit crippled. By it? Or the losing, or the adjustments in the body? Or illness, just that alone should have me dead. So... I don't know. And? I'm still me. Nothing changes that way. Although humility is coming easier.
You will consume hunger and nausea, and like it. Or you won't. I won't hate you either way. I'll pray for you, either way. Though, if it makes you feel better? I was in your exact shoes for the last three years, trying keto. Trying to find weight loss, diabetes control, without going 'there'. I finally went there.
The thing about finishing, pulling the plug, and going carnivore? It... creates a real end line, if that can be fuzzy by weight, it is there, somewhere. Years of keto just didn't work. Five years? A year of misery and carnivore and life is so much better, if through some of the worst misery I have known (since, after, on top of, becoming ill).
I'll pray for you.
Thank You.
ReplyDeleteEnded up adding tuna and olives, finished with three nuked eggs w/ cayenne pepper.
May have to wait for retirement to go full fasting, (can't be gagging at work,... scares the natives) My minor dalliances into "only meat" mixed results. Really trying hard to stamp out processed carbs. "Real" natural carbs may have a place, just have to "play" with it.
Trying to get something from chocolate? try hersheys coco powder in your coffee, no sugar just bitter coco powder.
Ah, yes, there is that. It isn't just the gagging. But, if you are working, you... need to work. That's... sort of how that is supposed to go. If you go full carnivore? You... for some time, may be not so able to work. Not... like you do now. In time you would get your legs back. But trying to do this while employed, fully, would be a heck of a trick. I... do forget about that. Thankfully, or not, I have the time and not push... from almost anywhere.
ReplyDeleteAs to carbs having a place? No. They really don't. You can... choose to include them. Most do. But carbs have absolutely no good part to play in human health (good health) and nutrition. But... as mentioned, people generally use them. Most people drink too. There is no difference, metabolically. They won't tell you that, because they make far too much money on carbs, processed or not. Well, and medical profits from it too.
Cocoa powder. Now... you might have it there. Hershey's? I don't think so. But, there probably are brands I might trust. I simply don't, can't, trust big or American brands/companies. They are dead set on killing us. I'm telling you, I won't. European food, for a long time, was pretty good. And it is still better. But it is beginning to crumble too. Still, I'll... look. That might work.
I don't need, or want, it daily. But, once or twice a week? Check. As for sweetener, I have system for that, which generally works to keep my blood sugar in check. So... yes, that... might be the perfect way. Thank you, friend. That... is a very good idea.
Yes, we... both act as teacher, and student. That makes life pretty good. I would hate to always be the teacher. Besides, the teacher, if he doesn't learn from his students? Probably isn't much of a teacher. Even humility can be a wonderful lesson. And others. Or... so I suspect.
Here we go...
ReplyDeletehttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B0014E4F1G?psc=1&smid=A336ALQW8AJCFE&ref_=chk_typ_imgToDp
Was going to suggest Dutch or Belgian, then I followed the link, step ahead, good.
ReplyDeleteYeah, Europeans have their problems. And are creating more. They may not exist in another generation or two. I'll take what I can get, for now.
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