Mentioned around these parts that fat is the current reality. BMI WTF, basically.
Since Half and theKid left (allthesads) meals have become fairly optional, and been able to just scavenge and scrounge around the house for foodage.
That, and some hot yoga (do not—repeat—do not look that up on Tubes of You) and some house-based exercise (gyms put the M in MRSA) have been lowering the bodily tonnage, which is nice. However, was having a hard time letting go of the nightly sexy icy dark sugar-caffeine blast that is the bane of weight loss everywhere … soda is a dear friend of the fattage, and keeps it close.
One truly nice aspect of misanthropic introversion is that the carbonated addiction is found only at the store … and must leave the house to retrieve … so at the store it shall remain. Could Jungle Book it but not giving bald-headed Bozos any more funds unless absolutely, unquestionably, justifiably necessary.
And staying fat is so not that.
So.
The fridge is essentially empty aside from a stockpile of chocolate almonds and spicy meat sticks that satisfy double-duty as meal/snack. Nice.
And one other highly nice aspect is / and mentioned this before / intermittent fasting.
Nothing before 12pm, and nothing after 6pm. Very little difficulty adjusting to feeding at the trough within that six-hour window, and even better … recently completed a 42-hour fast, which was more awesome than ever could have imagined. {Psalms 109:24}
Nothing but ice water and hot tea from 6pm Friday to noon (2pm, actually) Sunday, and felt absolutely no pain. Kinda actually had to force food on meself on Sunday coz wasn’t over-much inclined to eat.
Preparation for the really, really, really hard times coming? P’rhaps.
Interesting little factoid:
In roughly about 126 A.D., Emperor Hadrian sentenced Eustace, a Roman general (who had converted to Christianity along with his wife and two sons) to death by cooking the whole fam in a brazen bull because they refused to worship pagan gods. Upon removal of the bodies, it was discovered the flesh was unburned.
Hey, in the face of that not eating for a few hours is a … cakewalk. (BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
Anyhoo, will joyfully pay my debt to the Lord with my body, such as it is.
And for the faithful, HE makes it easy.