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Time has gone crazy in world. I thought at first it was the springing forth of Daylight Savings Time that was throwing me off kilter a bit, but other things have come into play since my entire life is now governed by pills. Mostly over-the-counter supplements I probably don't actually need, but I buy them and take them in the hope they act like placebos and give me a break, real or not.
The reason the pills I take are interfering in my normal outlook toward time is that they have to be taken just so. The Acetyl L-Carnitine and the Alpha Lipoic Acid need to be taken on an empty stomach for them to have a change of acting in the way they're supposed to in order to boost their naturally lagging amounts due to the aging process.
I do understand what's going on intellectually, but it's still just odd to me the way it works. The reason these supplements have to be taken on an empty stomach has to do with the fact that both of them are found in practically every cell in the human body. At least, that's what I'm reading into the health sites I visit to inquire about them.
Since these chemicals (or whatever) are manufacture by our bodies for their own use the digestive tract just treats the supplemental chemical like any other food it's trying to digest. It doesn't separate the supplements out to supplement the stuff every cell in our body needs. Taking the capsule at least two hours after eating means the digestive system will accept the supplements to supplement the existing supply in each cell.
What this means is that I can't just snack any old time I want to in order for this supplement to supplement. Presently, I take two capsules when I first get up in the morning even before I brew up my coffee. Then I take my time drinking my coffee and lay out all the other prescription drugs and vitamins that require me to take them with food.
It usually takes about an hour to go through the e-mail (if any) and read all my usual news sites, and then I go downstairs and fix something to eat, usually oatmeal, and take all the other pills with my second cup of coffee. It's not that big a deal, it has messed with my lackadaisical way of doing what I like when I like to.
I was getting a bad attitude toward sprouting seeds. I must have gotten hold of some old seeds that wouldn't sprout. My last two batches have turned out well, and that eased my concern somewhat. It's not that these over-priced organic seeds cost me an arm and a leg, and threaten to put me in the poor house if they don't do what they're supposed to.
If I got one good jar of sprouts out of every two jars I attempt to germinate it still wouldn't be that expensive. Its just that I take it personal when they don't do right. It's really crazy to allow myself to go there, because the process is so simple that nobody at all could get it wrong.
There's only three things to do. Cover the bottom of a wide-mouthed canning jar with seeds. Put enough water in the jar to cover the seeds completely. Let them sit overnight. Pour off the water, then set the jar of soaked seed upside-down at an angle so any excess water can drain off through the stainless steel screened lid, and let the wet seeds do what they're gonna do.
They need to be wetted and drained a couple of times a day, but the world ain't gwine end if you forget a few hours. Like I said, it's way too simple to mess up the process, but success does depend almost entirely on the quality of the seeds.
The real problem I have with a failed crop has to do with me having a regular supply of sprouts to eat on a regular basis. The recommended amount to eat to get all the vitamins and trace minerals needed to stay healthy is about two cups a day. That is, if you don't eat anything else. I do. I eat just about anything else but meat.
I'm surprised and yet I'm not about how easy it was to stop eating meat. I stopped on December 1st of last year except for four jumbo curried shrimp at my sister's house. I guess I might have expected not eating meat would be sorta like stopping smoking tobacco, and the consequences would be hard to deal with.
It hasn't been that much of a struggle to stop and stay stopped, but it's tedious to put together a meal when meat has been ninety percent of what I've been reaching for to stave off the hunger pangs. I never have been that inventive a cook, but now I'm having to make do without the main ingredient. I'm doing okay. I may have gained weight instead of lost any.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
