One of the Post Secrets this week says that some of the things they’ve seen in their career as a EMT makes them question their faith in god. This is curious to me because surely the whole point of faith is to question it? To test it, to see how you really feel, to find the edges of your belief before others can.

Questioning yourself is always good, working to improve yourself or to gain a better understanding is never the wrong path.

My keyboard finally arrived today. I’m pleased because it isn’t all black and the media/digital buttons are not annoying placed. There is lovely space between the arrow keys and the insert/delete etc. buttons. It isn’t as clacky as my old one which is a little strange, but I guess that’s what the kids like these days. I’m so old skool. I’d probably prefer the keyboard I used in 1988 all told. I get used to things and I get very proficient and change makes me weak.

I got my disabled persons railcard this week. I looked it up and an advance ticket to see Horatio usually runs me £42 but with the card it becomes £28. I am pleased. It’ll also give Weasel and Horatio discounts when they have to travel with me.

My ordeal with the fan that stopped oscillating is over. It won. I took it apart, I could see that the problem was something that should have been turning was not. So I thought it would just need lube. It turns perfectly well manually, so the problem lies inside the motor. I tried to find a replacement motor on the intarwebs and was overwhelmed and confused. Weasel has decided to take this fan into her office where she doesn’t use oscillation, we’ll take the fan currently in the lounge to the bedroom and the fan currently in her office will be in the lounge. Fan musical chairs. But at least we’ll be cool.

I will miss this fan for the bedroom, it is black and has a remote control with a nature setting [gusts instead of constant blowing] it also had a timer. Sigh.

I woke up too early [important coughing to do] so I’ve felt drained today. I’ve still made bread, went for a walk, washed all the sheets on the bed [including hanging them up outside to dry] and turned the mattress. I wanted to make a shepherd’s pie but I couldn’t get any energy to do it. I also wanted to tidy the lounge. Gah. So instead I have hung out online and I’m going through recipe books for BlanketGirl.

I can’t remember if I told you all that the milkpan of my fancy new pans had a bit of non-stick coating come off while being washed? I finally got around to calling them yesterday and they’re sending me a replacement. This is pretty sweet. Also means that I get to give my old one to Stoat. His pans are very similar to mine – which is why I got mine, I lusted after his – but he only has a three piece set. So I give him this one and we both have four piece sets. Worked out very well.

On my walk today I walked by a neighbour who was trying to convince his dogs to please get in the car. One of them got in but the other had important sniffing to do. But the time I got to them he’d just picked up the second one so I got to say hello and I got many doggy kisses. I’m tempted to see if I can walk the dogs for him sometimes or Lester [keeshond who lives at the end of my street]. Older people own all of them and I know from being ill myself that some days just don’t go as we want. I’m thinking on it.

Updated illness page today. Things are better.

I have been trying to figure out how to talk to people about fat and I’m not sure how to approach it. For example, I read this recently: “And as much as I try to eat salads and whole grains and lots of fruit, I can’t help but love foods that are bad for me.” There is no such thing as a bad food. Your body doesn’t care if the protein comes from a steak or tofu. It doesn’t care if the sugar came from fruit or some manufactured syrup. It breaks down whatever you eat and uses what it can and passes on the rest.

Just be sensible, eat a variety of foods in moderation. Have a little of everything. I don’t even think there is anything wrong with having a little piece of cake every day for dessert. One little piece of cake isn’t going to kill you and you’ll certainly be happier for it. If all you eat is cake you might have bigger problems. I just wish there were a quick way to help people debunk these scare campaigns from the media and government.

I’ve been reading about intuitive eating lately. The idea that one eats when one is hungry and stops when full. No foods are off limits and you just try to eat a variety. I think the key is that when you deny yourself certain foods you miss it and crave it and wish you could have it. So if you allow it you’ll probably binge for a while because you missed it so. Then when you’ve had enough you stop and since the food is no longer forbidden it’s appeal is lessened and you can eat sensibly.

It just makes me grumpy that the media can spread these lies and scare so many people.