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Tuesday, March 5, 2019
I've been trying to lose weight. All my life I've eaten for comfort. Food helped me feel better when I was lonely or bullied or stressed. Alcohol also helped. It makes some people aggressive, but it relaxes me, and makes me happy. There's a problem, though. There're lots of calories in alcohol. But sometimes, the trade-off tilts in alcohol's direction.
I'm worried about the world. I know, I read decades ago that if you think the world has gone to hell in a hand-basket, you're probably over 30. Which I am. But I've always tried to remember that little aphorism whenever I've got disgruntled about the state of the world. Maybe it's not as bad as you think, I say to myself. Maybe you're overreacting. But ... maybe I'm not, too.
I look at Donald Trump and his overthrow of truth and decency. I look at our own government, which in the face of the hottest summer ever, by far, still lies about the country's emissions and wants to subsidize coal power stations. I look out of the window at dying fields and trees, dying because of a horrendous drought caused by global warming. There's the war in Yemen, where hundreds of thousands of people are starving to death. I read reports about how the numbers of insects have dropped 75% over 40 years. Without insects there won't be an environment; there won't be food. And I wonder about the rank folly and greed of mankind.
Alcohol helps. I've lost 9 kilos (20 pounds) but my despair about the world around me threatens to stop that, even reverse it.
Ah, well. I'll try to be better tomorrow.