i am a hard taskmaster, dear auntie. no offense ever taken, except for stupidity, and then it only frustrates me.
we can live to eat or eat to live. the problem in america is that most people arent even aware of that choice. it is hard to break decades of habits. hopefully, people dont have to get as down as i once was to get the motivation, but alas, this doesnt happen very often. we get life from living things. that little slice of death from time to time is a choice that falls on each of us, but it is entirely choice. breaking the emotional attachment is the hardest for me. the turkey at thanksgiving. the german chocolate cake my mother made for me at every birthday. her homemade fudge at christmas. these are no different than a needle full of heroin. we must at some point decide.