Dinner at Base Camp

Busy shopping, cooking, and because I’m feeling a little low, rereading Murderbot for comfort (like it rewatches Sanctuary Moon).

The Girlettes debate dinner. 

“Plants!”             “Animals!”

What I’m making for dinner today for Marz—Moroccan baked fish. (Notes from bink, who used to make this.)

I’m sad about no sugar—it’s only for toys. I feel physically better without it, no doubt about it, and I’m not having cravings, but I’m feeling the loss, like from breaking up… ending this long-term relationship. It was toxic, but it was so satisfying…

A friend told me about her concept of “base camp” when life changes – – like, if you’re climbing Mount Everest, you have to stop at different base camps and acclimate to the climate, the oxygen level. And if you don’t and you go too fast, then bad things happen. (Like you die or get the bends—I’m not sure.)

This was helpful – – you make what seems like a minor change (say, in what you eat), and a lot of attending changes may unexpectedly follow. Daily habits are attached with fine threads to many other parts of your life. So you might feel some feelings if you mess with them.

And that’s okay. Rest at base camp.