Night thoughts

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.