The easiest way to not stuff yourself at any buffet, family gathering, or social party is limiting the amount you eat. If you only eat one plate, careful not to pile that plate with enough food to feed yourself for a week. If you only eat for a certain amount of time, careful not to stuff your face. That’s why I like counting calories. It’s rigid. 300 calories are calculating. You can’t turn 300 calories into 100 calories.
When my clusters of headaches knock upon my head’s door, I wish not for migraines. I am fortunate when I only have tension headaches for they only reduce my thought processes to the point where I can forget language and concepts; I once drove home from work sick head-deep in a tension headache and I had trouble remembering the rules of the roads. You can work around them. Migraines take the life out of you.
I wasn’t waking up; I just stopped trying to go back to sleep. It was terrible. I found no pleasure in doing anything. I was just wasting time until I could try again to get some sleep at the right time, because I might sleep for six hours and wake too early, or only to sleep for maybe two hours before being forced awake. Finally, I had enough, and figured out a solution that worked.
My least favorite food is… probably something I haven’t considered eating in years. If I’m thinking of the question for purposes outside of hahahah tomfooled, bro!, I don’t much like the taste of mint or lemon, so I tend to avoid those flavors. If your weight isn’t great, like mine, I would recommend that you avoid any foods with carbs, proteins, or fats that have insidious calorie counts, like I avoid minty or lemony foods.
“The doctor was giving me hassle for asking for a note for a sit-stand desk. He was telling me that it wasn’t like I’d break my finger if I didn’t have it, and it’s like, dude, just sign the note.” Doctors should work with you. If they don’t, don’t be afraid to fire them. Having worked in healthcare for four years, some doctors will treat you like a human being and others that will not.
Telling the doctor about my headache from the day before that was so severe it debilitated my day, caused me to leave work early, ruined several hours of time, which I am still feeling the after-effects where I don’t want to do anything other than sleep, caused nausea – where his reaction was just like if I told him that my favorite color was green – was demeaning. Why would I let that tomfoolery bother me, though?
It’s boring counting calories and it’s exciting eating. The point isn’t so much to count the calories themselves as much to remove the psychological control eating has over us. If we can’t control our appetites, how can we control our minds in other regards? If we can’t do anything to even limit our caloric intake from a basic moderation perspective, we lose. That’s where, whenever I’ve lost weight, it’s because I’ve been analyzing those numbers.
We’re all just trying to crawl out of life’s biggest struggles, like spiders stuck in bathtubs, or like our minimal wage jobs, sacrificing our health for the corporate good, and scant hours weekly of uninterrupted leisure; if we’re not too exhausted to enjoy them. There are really only four routes. Crawl down the drain to certain death. Stay still. Keep crawling and failing to scale the bathtub’s sides. Or hope someone compassionate will rescue us.
Most of my anxieties arise from being in desperate and disparate situations, where something must be done immediately, but there are impeding incongruencies and inconveniences. The problem isn’t always external. You can control the flow of an anxious conversation, reroute it, or otherwise handle it. The insidious anxieties are the ones that wake me up and compel me to write emails that shouldn’t be sent, or force me to relive scenes from twenty years ago.
The first time I went into a float tank, over five years ago, when I laid down in the epsom salts, I heard about twelve cracks from my upper back. I’d held tension there for years. Even my previously last deep stretch, stretching my back with a 6′ PVC pole, didn’t get that deep, and I’ve never replicated that level of stretching. I hate thinking that was a lifetime of tension built up in my back.