Merry Christmas!

I'm still sick! It's gross!!! weird goo!!!!! from my chest!!!!!! texture of grated carrots in cream!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm doing a low-carb diet until March, which also probably means no alcohol for a while.

In late 2017, a low-carb diet was an eating disorder for me. My body weight dropped by half in a crazy short period of time doing keto and starving myself eating chemicals for dinner. It wasn't healthy, it was bad for my mind. Hoping I could disconnect my self worth from my size, I let myself gain weight again and stopped thinking about it. Then my hands and feet started tingling. I started seeing rainbows in the white light from lightbulbs. I got diagnosed with diabetes. Knowing I'd given myself a chronic disease by getting fat tested my self esteem.

Some early studies were showing signs that you could reverse diabetes with a diet that helps burn fat and sugar build up around the liver. Low-carb diets. Essentially the same diet that morphed into the eating disorder that I was trying to recover from when I got diabetes. This was not something I could navigate mentally or spiritually at the time. Recently, though, well... i haven't felt lonely for months; i've got that amour de soi; i don't want for anything emotionally; comfortable with myself; confident; happy. And more studies have been done, 12 weeks low-carb can put it into remission. 12 weeks! That's nothing! I deprive myself of things in private for months just for fun all the time.

I'd like to take this moment while I have your attention to recommend that you get off Twitter, don't tweet, avoid reading tweets. And i don't mean go to Mastodon, don't do that either. It's the same but worse. I'm begging you, for your health, for everyone's health. I implore you. Do whatever you need to. Act like avoiding twitter is your job, track your progress if you need to. Delete the apps, the tiktok, the instagram, the rest of them. Avoid nutrient-poor culture. Join a magic order, join a club, go to the cinema, go to the pub, read sci fi, draw a picture. I'm not saying "log off", the internet is great and really cool, but don't you want to be around the people you love? talk to people who understand you, love you, know you? rather than a world of trolls and scolds and the impulse to say the worst thing you can imagine because that's what gets the most reward? Social media is a high school we never leave.

Merry Christmas!

I'm going to get super high and watch movies now. Maybe i'll play a video game later. And I'll definitely be going for a classic Christmas walk.

i love you, good bye, see you next year xo

well, it's nearly over! the year, i mean!

everything's going pretty good. the week was normal. messed up on Thursday night by staying out too late, Friday and Saturday both absolute write-offs. found out there's a part of London where if you go there at 5am a security guard will come and tell you to watch out for "robbers and somalians". saw Avatar 2 on Friday morning. it was great. i fell asleep a few times but every time i woke up there was something exceptionally beautiful happening on screen. i didn't sleep the night before so my falling asleep is not a comment on the movie.

i'm studying the first paragraph of my last weekly to see if it's possible to get myself back on the straight and narrow by following my own advice. Next week's post will tell us if it was. I said some things when i was out on Thursday... i don't remember what they were but i remember regretting them immediately. hopefully that will just pass by without me having to do anything about it but i should probably pay attention to this fact and make some effort to stop that from happening in the future. I'll have to find some fiction to read tonight and come up with some recipes for the week.

percussion is very different when you play it vs program it. this weekend i spent my time researching electronic drum kits and how they work. my father has agreed to mail me my old drum kit from when i was 6 years old, which i'm going to set up in the corner of my flat and reversibly convert into an electronic kit. the kit was owned by John Wilson, the drummer from Taste. he sold it to my parents at low price on the condition that if we ever got rid of it we'd only ever sell it back to him.

my hand is bleeding for some reason. i seem to have wounds on my body that aren't quickly healing. anyway. I did not finish the work i intended to finish last week because my days were spent in meetings. the meetings are important, and they are on a time limit too. there's just not enough time in a day, or a month, or a life.