I am eating instant oatmeal at a motel in Wisconsin, looking out at the pouring rain.*
I have high cholesterol, I found out a few days ago. What an indignity. I never had it before.
Could my plan to EAT MORE RED MEAT last year have anything to do with it?
I looked it up, and, yes.
I started eating more red meat because the butcher on my way biking to work and near the gym I went to during Covid Winter (should that be Covid Winter, 1?), this butcher sells hot, cooked pork chops and beef ribs.
I started buying some every few days.
Except for going out for occasional hamburgers, before that I rarely ate meat.
The meat was good.
Energizing.
You can eat a pork chop while biking!
Of course I knew about cholesterol and diet––Americans can quote chapter and verse about the things that kill us––but since it'd never been a problem, I figured it would keep not being a problem (= Cognitive Bias no. 38).
(Other things too are a problem, like storing extra fat.)
So, it's back to oatmeal. I like oatmeal, but it's no pork chop.
* I am coming back from an emergency visit to auntie. She was in the hospital with a serious infection but was released with a clean bill of health (relative to her age) in time for her 96th birthday on Saturday.
