I turned 44. I had an average day but it has been colored by when I had a stomach-diarrhea illness for a few days caused by pizza cheese and my lactose intolerance.
Note not all pizzas harm me. I can tolerate those from Pizza Hut and I will try Little Caesar's soon. Though pizzas are hardly good eating and eating is one thing I think about more as I get older.
A lifetime of processed food, the damage, if there is any, has already been done.
I hadn't really thought about my own mortality. I do have hypertension but I take my medications.
Then earlier in the year, a woman I had known from early childhood died being nearly a year younger than I am.
That has bothered me since. I know what we choose to eat is important but it is dictated by what I can afford. Usually nothing good.
This day was typical but I am reminded of how one can be forgotten in the meaninglessness of their own lives. Yes, I said meaningless because most humans are.
We should have stayed apes.
I am okay. I don't have any pains worth mention. I do have low energy but this was because I haven't eaten much since being sick like that. I wear MeUndies. I do not want to soil them so I didn't wear them, no C-In2 for that.
As the usual decline in food, prevented by choices in frozen food and vegetables, goes on to the end of the month, typically a spare and uncomfortable time.
All I can say is thank goodness for Aldi.
But if we understand, this modern life of ours is unsustainable. I see this in the very few times I go somewhere.
I mainly just sit here. (I also stand a lot)
So the anniversary of a Wednesday in the mid 70's really only means one more step to mortality.
