Called On The Carpet

Since we are a senior community and not residents of a nursing home, we should not look like we belong in a nursing home, so no bedclothes in the common area. It did not even matter that I had hard soled shoes on my feet and was covered from neck to toes, it was just that I was in flagrant rebellion of the rules. Jean told me that the only reason she had let it go so far was because I was sitting on a bench in the hallway and would not be moving about among the residents and visitors wearing a nightgown. Worse yet, I was working on a puzzle in the common meeting area in my unsuitable clothing. 

I was suitably chastised, according to Jean's way of thinking. Basically, that was not the only fraction of the rules I had broken. She let me know that once or twice during my tenure here, I had taken a bag of trash to the trash chute unsuitably clad. Basically, I had taken the trash to the chute wearing a long shirt and no long pants. Since it happened at 3 or 4 AM, I did not think it was an infraction since no one saw me leave my apartment or return from the chute unsuitably clad – or not suitably clad. 

The only way Jean could know I had done so was to check the tapes from the weeks before. No one saw me leave or return unsuitably clad, but Jean must have watched the tapes on the monitors in her office when she arrived at 7 AM or thereabouts and watched the whole time to catch me out – and to inform me she had seen me do so.

Caught again. I thought I was safe since no one was up at that hour and no one was in the hall when I slipped out, dumped the trash, and returned. Jean had held onto this infraction about the trash in the middle of the night until today. Now that is a joke, especially since it happened a couple of months ago and only happened once or twice. Jean must be spending her time going through all the tapes and had kept that fact to herself until today. Vindictive and petty. 

Jean caught me and informed me I was in violation, not once, but twice. I had been duly informed and chastised – again.

I asked if anyone had complained and Jean shook her head. No, no one had complained, no one but her since she watched me on the monitors on tape. Caught again.

I am a bad, bad tenant. I keep my apartment clean and now have sufficient quarters to get my laundry done this week, but now I need to be cognizant of not wearing my nightgown with or without my long legged pants and to wear my pants and a suitably long shirt or sweater when out and about in the common rooms.

I had fewer rules to put up with when I lived at home or when I lived in the rehab. I pay for rent here, but I must be suitably attired according to residential rules and not wear my warm and comfy nightgown anywhere but here in my apartment.

Basically, I have broken the rules often, but then what else can I do since Jean insisted that I come downstairs and be available to let the MOW volunteers into the building. I'm not the only one who gets Meals on Wheels, and evidently I am the only one who has been ordered to wait downstairs to let them in. I guess none of the other recipients can see when the MOW volunteers arrive on channel 13 and is dressed to go downstairs and let them in. Oh, well, I guess even unsuitably dressed and clad in hard-soled shoes, I have been chosen because I've been doing it for weeks. The task is not onerous and I've been doing it fully and suitably clad for weeks, so I guess I am it.

One more mosquito in the salve, and so it goes.

I am the responsible one, if not the always suitably clad one. I can wear my nightgown in my bed or in my apartment, but cannot wear it to take the trash to the chute and return as long as there is no one to watch me. No worries. Jean will watch me on the monitors when she gets to work and checks out the tapes from the night before. Oh, well.

That is all. Disperse.Since we are a senior community and not residents of a nursing home, we should not look like we belong in a nursing home, so no bedclothes in the common area. It did not even matter that I had hard soled shoes on my feet and was covered from neck to toes, it was just that I was in flagrant rebellion of the rules. Jean told me that the only reason she had let it go so far was because I was sitting on a bench in the hallway and would not be moving about among the residents and visitors wearing a nightgown -- so no one would know.

I was suitably chastised, according to Jean's way of thinking. Basically, that was not the only fraction of the rules I had broken. She let me know that once or twice during my tenure here, I had taken a bag of trash to the trash chute unsuitably clad. Basically, I had taken the trash to the chute wearing a long shirt and no long pants. Since it happened at 3 or 4 AM, I did not think it was an infraction since no one saw me leave my apartment or return from the chute unsuitably clad – or not suitably clad. The only way Jean could know I had done so was to check the tapes from the night before. No one saw me leave or return unsuitably clad, but Jean must have watched the tapes on the monitors in her office when she arrived at 7 AM or thereabouts and watched the whole time to catch me out – and to inform me she had seen me do so.

Caught again. I thought I was safe since no one was up at that hour and no one was in the hall when I slipped out, dumped the trash, and returned.

Jean caught me and informed me I was in violation, not once, but twice. I had been duly informed and chastised – again.

I asked if anyone had complained and Jean shook her head. No, no one had complained, no one but her since she watched me on the monitors on tape. Caught again.

I am a bad, bad tenant. I keep my apartment clean and now have sufficient quarters to get my laundry done this week, but now I need to be cognizant of not wearing my nightgown with or without my long legged pants and to wear my pants and a suitably long shirt or sweater when out and about in the common rooms.

I had fewer rules to put up with when I lived at home or when I lived in the rehab. I pay for rent here, but I must be suitably attired according to residential rules and not wear my warm and comfy nightgown anywhere but here in my apartment.

Basically, I have broken the rules often, but then what else can I do since Jean insisted that I come downstairs and be available to let the MOW volunteers into the building. I'm not the only one who gets Meals on Wheels, and evidently I am the only one who has been ordered to wait downstairs to let them in. I guess none of the other recipients can see when the MOW volunteers arrive on channel 13 and is dressed to go downstairs and let them in. Oh, well, I guess even unsuitably dressed and clad in hard-soled shoes, I have been chosen because I've been doing it for weeks. The task is not onerous and I've been doing it fully and suitably clad for weeks, so I guess I am it.

One more mosquito in the salve, and so it goes.

I am the responsible one, if not the always suitably clad one. I can wear my nightgown in my bed or in my apartment, but cannot wear it to take the trash to the chute and return as long as there is no one to watch me. No worries. Jean will watch me on the monitors when she gets to work and checks out the tapes from the night before. Oh, well.

That is all. Disperse. 

Remembering is easy when nutritional ketosis is used

I began my college studies this year and have hit on the part of my studies that focuses on remembering. I think what the studies show are mistaken in part. I'm sure that psychologists and teachers agree with what the studies show, but I am going to add another facet to their learning by going back to my belief that food is medicine and we, as modern-day humans who have been trained by our parents and grandparents to believe that adding whole grains to our diet and relying on those whole grains are partly at fault.

Grains, though we have had scientists working on creating faster growing grains that have put famine in the rear window, are primarily at fault. Our food pyramid is also wrong. The base of the pyramid that features whole grains is building the pyramid on an incomplete and poorly understood food pyramid. Grains are at the source of our abilities to remember what we are taught. We have learned to circumvent the process by using what psychologists and teachers have taught us about the techniques to remember dates, times, and facts, but what if we don't have to learn how to remember? What if we can remodel the antiquated and very wrong food pyramid and built a new pyramid based on whole foods and the abolishment of grains? What if we realized that our brains are made of fat and that we need to add fat back into our diets to clear the brain fog and put our brains back onto the real basis of remembering? We have to add fats back into our diets.

Fat in our coffee. Fat in our foods. Fat in healthy and clean foods will go farther toward clearing our brain of brain fogs and assist our bodies to support the brain with fats -- healthy fats. The digestive tract will process food and will boost our immune systems with the healthy fats we are consuming.

No, our hearts will not get clogged with butter, lard, or other natural fats. Our bodies do not work that way. Our bodies work best when we give them what our bodies need -- fat, more fat, and lots more fat.

No, we will not get fat by eating more fat. We will lose weight and will eliminate obesity because fat will not make us fat. Fat will clean our minds, boost our immune systems, and support our memories. Fat is our friend. Fat will keep our skin supple and will support our bodies, putting wrinkles behind us. We won't have to resort to expensive potions, lotions, and face and body tucks. We will be able to walk away from the expense of modern-day expensive treatments. We do not need to resort to the surgeons' knives or the physicians' expensive lotions and potions to give us back our youth. All we need to do is take off the blinders and reach for the fats we have been cutting off our meats and skimming from our diets. We need to plunge ahead and take in the fats we have been avoiding for so long.

Many people have climbed onto the fat bandwagon, digging in, and smiling as we gave into what our bodies craved with every ounce of fat we carved off our foods. We can finally add butter to our vegetables, slather butter lavishly on our foods, and -- my favorite -- dig into the fats we have avoided for decades. Those days are behind us. We are smarter and we will also be healthier and well fed at last. We have discovered fat and have taken the fat to heart -- and to our stomachs. That is called getting into nutritional ketosis where our bodies will learn to burn fat for fuel, putting the specter of diabetes and the spectacular crashes and burns that have accompanied a diet high in cereal grains. We do not need, nor do we want, to exist on a diet of grains. That is for livestock. We will subsist on healthy fats and the food will taste marvelous. We can eat as much fat as our bodies can stand and we will be satisfied. We will no longer look for our next sugar fix or suffer from the munchies. We will be satisfied with salads and healthy organic vegetables swimming in grass-fed butter or ghee and drink chocolate the way I have always made it with butter, cocoa, salt, vanilla, and cinnamon in a pot on the stove. My memory has always been excellent and now I find my memory is easier to access and I forget a lot less than I ever have before.

Even those people and movies in which they starred have come back to me without a single glitch. I can and do remember what I once had at my fingertips because my mind is clear and everything I once knew, I still know and now the memories are intact and quickly and easily available. All of this is because I am keto-adapted -- my body runs on the fuel generated by remaining in nutritional ketosis.

I will be you did not think this post would end up being about food or nutritional ketosis. Surprise! It is about food -- healthy and satisfying food. My mind is clear because my brain has plenty of fat to keep it running at peak performance. All those decades of starvation and deprivation still have a part in my present lifestyle, but that is because I have learned that keeping my body and brain healthy does not mean I have to eat constantly or give in to the cravings for sugar and grains. I no longer crave grains, although there is a part of me that wistfully longs for cinnamon toast and pancakes swimming in butter and real maple syrup and not the fake maple syrup that is made with a flavoring of maple added to the high fructose corn syrup that passes for maple syrup. What my mother taught me was wrong. She taught me to eat salads and not go back to the table for another piece of meat, shaming me publicly for asking for more or a second helping as if I were Oliver in Oliver Twist begging for a little more.

I still eat salads and I add bleu cheese dressings by the spoonful. I eat less meat because I do not require more meat; however, I do require vegetables, lots of vegetables swimming in grass-fed butter that I eat until I am satisfied at last.

I have given up huge bowls full of popcorn because I do not eat popcorn. Popcorn is a grain that my body does not need, although I miss the fluffy popcorn and the butter I eat with abandon and without guilt. Grains are for livestock. I am not livestock and do not need or eat grains. I am fully satisfied with broccoli, cauliflower, broccolini, celery, and all the vegetables I wish and the healthy fats that I include when eating them.

I gave up pancakes and home baked bread, but I have learned to use coconut flour, blanched almond flour, and flax seed flour pancakes, waffles, and breads. The results are eminently satisfying and help with digestion and the immune system. My sweet tooth is not gone, but I prefer Stevia and Monk Fruit for the sugars I once craved. Stevia is a plant and monk fruit grows on trees and is 300 times sweeter than sugar so I am satisfied and my body is satisfied. My brain is also satisfied and does not balk at remembering what is necessary to learn and maintain.

Nutritional ketosis is a lifestyle that never goes out of style and I believe I will end up at the head of my class with fewer problems and a sharp and keen mind. That at least is what we all strive for and I will have achieved through diet and the food I require and need. I do not mind intermittent fasting nor do I balk at fasting 12-24 hours in a day or intermittent fasting that will last a whole weekend. My body is nourished and my brain functions at high, well fed capacity. That is all I need to succeed.

That is all. Disperse.