Not really the point, but great bra Brassica. I know bras and yours is doing its job well.
I don’t think you’re chopping and changing but I do think you’re on a rollercoaster of frustration. Which is why it’s great you share that with us here.
And re the packaging and processed food convo above—amen to that. It astonishes me the differences between how I used to eat and how I eat now when I eat
I look at people’s trolleys or dinners or snacks and think “Jesus, you’re killing yourselves.” Not in judgement of them as humans, but in concern for the fact that real fucking food—even the fattest of it—must be better for us as a species.
Most of us live in a world so far removed from nature and survival instincts, it’s shocking.
I’m not perfect, god knows, and I’ve been shit this week (‘nuff said), but surely the first step is an attempt to eat more of what’s real and has an identifiable source.
I mean, in which country does the Cheesy Wotsits tree grow?