Choices are Consequences

Fad diets, if only they were a thing of the past.  Those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it, no?

Anyway, my reading today has sent me past the impossibility of tasty faux meat products for sustainability purposes and through low carb being potentially dangerous.  These things seem too obvious.

Of course faux meat will not taste like real meat.  If you like real meat, eat real meat.  If sustainability and fat content are the issue, search for sustainable and lean meat.  If you don't care where your meat comes from or what the production and processing does to the environment, so be it, but why belittle those that do care? There is just as much insanity in devout carnivores as there is among the free fall vegans.  We all have to eat, we don't all have to eat the same thing, nor do we need to convince one another that we all should eat the same thing.

Reducing your carbohydrate intake to the single or low double digits for you daily intake just seems ill advised.  Carbs are you fast track energy, you need them to get your body moving.  This does not mean you eat them for every meal necessarily or that you only choose the really fast acting, sugar enriched carbohydrates.  You do need them though!  You creb cycles need the glucose.  So indulge in your breads and pastas and potatoes, they are ok to eat in moderation.

Moderation!  This is the key word for any life endeavor.  Fun, work, food, all in moderation.  Eat good food, have great fun, work hard.  In moderation seems to confuse people.  There seems to be no moderation when I go out.  Everything is so excessive. It must be bigger, better, faster!  Yeah, maybe when it comes to roller coasters.  But I don't need a 24-inch platter full of mashed potatoes with three times the needed butter and salt next to a whole rack of ribs slathered in corn syrup and natural flavor with some kind of phosphate compound to preserve freshness.

You can always do what you want, but you also need to be aware of the consequences that come from your choices.

A New Chapter

Oh grief and a mixture of boredom unit into a splendid fray of cleaning and trying to catch up on reading.  The writing falls to the wayside, the intensity of which was lacking to being with.  With fingers set unto the keys, it is hard to come up with the proper thoughts that will inevitably spill at once onto this blank page.  

So long as the ellipses are kept to a minimum....

This should be an exciting time in one's life.  The winter is completely over.  Any vestige of cool weather remains where it belongs, in the north or far south many kilometers below the equator.  Yet there is a lack of things with which we as people feel compelled to become involved.

There is always working on the tan.  An admirable bronze sheen brought on by the sun but aggravating all the melanin at the surface layer of fatty tissue.  This involves facing the blasted heat of a fresh morning or the boiling temperatures of the sultry afternoon, lest we become eaten alive by the myriad of biting insects at dusk.

Even still, there is that heady scent of flowers in the air.  An intoxicating aroma of grilling meats and vegetables upon charcoal embers across the countryside.  No end to the beautiful greens and vibrant flowers at the road side.  

It is a mixed bag of pleasure and misery, the summer.  It is bright and beautiful yet boiling over with discomfort.  All covered in a fine patina of sweat and grime towards the end of it. For there is always a new project to be started, though not necessarily completed in any short order of time.

But in the end of gathering my thoughts, there is no season that inspires more than this that is the warmest of the year.  So much potential waiting there to become one's muse, should one take the opportunity to seize it!