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Just a quick note to say that I will be skipping the Shabby Recap this week. Issue #30 will happen next week.

While I have generally been fine with fitting these recaps around my day job schedule, this week has already been particularly unkind to me. More importantly, it is my birthday this week. And I realized that I had no desire, on top of real-world stresses, to spend an extended amount of time thinking deeply about an issue with heavy themes. #30 is the final part of the current arc, and it's one of the deep, dark low points upon which the overarching plot hinges. And you know, I just don't want to spend my birthday hanging out with those ideas.

So next week, I will bring the righteous anger and the vaguely coherent thoughts about state influence over the media and the use of "national security" as a blunt weapon against critics.

This week, I will eat delicious scrambled eggs courtesy of my fucklings, and I will read Maureen Johnson's Truly Devious, and I will let fictional worlds fend for themselves.
scrubjayspeaks: photo of a toddler holding an orange tabby cat (baby Joyce)
[CW: food and diet talk, emetophobia]

I'm increasingly disappointed by food. I took myself out to dinner tonight, as a rare treat and reward for putting up with an extended bout of nonsense. And my takeaway from the experience was: it's overpriced, not even remotely as tasty as I remembered/imagined it would be, and my body hates it.

I love food--good, tasty food, in what I have always thought (been made to think?) are large quantities. I like cooking, I mean really cooking, but I don't always have the spoons for it. That's part of why going out was going to be such a pleasure--all the food I want, and I don't have to do any of the work!

And maybe it's because I had to go without water for much of the day and then chugged too much at home, but I ended up vomiting. My stomach decided, hi, hello, why the fuck are there things inside me??? Which just capped off my sense of "food is a waste of time, money, and effort, can we stop soon?"

I've been doing intermittent fasting for several months now in my ongoing quest to find anything I can control that helps with my chronic pain and body issues. And I really like it--helpful in the spoon department, makes better quality food affordable on my budget, and has been causing the weight loss I (with complicated emotional baggage in tow) decided I wanted to pursue.* It's the first time in...ever? that I found a way of eating that made me feel better instead of worse.

It's just increased my sense, though, that food is something I want to enjoy only as an occasional indulgence, in small but glorious quantities and qualities. Sometimes? Sometimes I goddamn hate that I have to eat it on any regular basis (intermittent fasting does, in fact, need to be intermittent); can't I just...not bother? My body seldom seems pleased with the experience, and I'm not seeing a lot of upsides right now.

I guess I'm still in the "gathering data" phase of this. I'll analyze this like a reasonable adult and see what more I've learned about how to eat well. Just as soon as I'm done grumbling and rubbing my tummy.

*NB: please refrain from critiquing my choice to explore this particular method--dieting and food issues are hard enough for me to handle without having others audit my eating decisions. Thank you.
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Just an observation, post-plague:

I appear to be fueled by singing. Until today, I hadn't felt good enough to sing. This cold/flu/thing came with a brutal cough, so my chest has been hurting. I've been listening to music while I write anyway, but today I started singing along again. It boosted my mood and generally made me feel like I had been revived at last.

I'm curious how much overlap this has with reading aloud. That's one of my best anxiety antidotes. Is it the performative nature? Do I just really need to make noises for my own enjoyment? Would recording songs be a good thing for me, like recording podfic?

Now I want to write creatures who literally subsist in music/song in some way.

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