My first nutrient analysis. Pirella Café. Eating stuffed peppers with potato soup by hand. Stress creates cravings for food.

September 25, 2024.

Good morning, it is 7:43 AM. After yesterday's short affirmations from Bodo Schäfer about self-confidence, I was able to fall asleep quickly.

I had various dreams again. The dream that stuck in my memory was having sex with my cousin Ksyuscha. We were constantly trying to sneakily have sex so that our relatives wouldn’t discover us. It felt really good in the dream to have sex with her. Even after waking up, I still had that exciting afterglow.

Another dream that also stayed vividly in my memory: My soles were very soaked, and then I peeled off the skin, revealing black wounds underneath, as if the tissue had died. And the wound was large and shaped like an elongated drop of water.

Somehow, I have the feeling that my brain is finally processing all the traumatic experiences or unresolved issues right now.

I made my way to Nordlab. I'm already excited to learn about my micronutrient levels later. Outside, it’s gray and 14° C.

I had an hour to spare, so I sat down at Tchibo Café and had a decaffeinated cappuccino with soy milk.

When I arrived at Nordlab, I was sent to the waiting room and given a document where I could mark the blood parameters to be tested. The prices were listed next to them.

I read a few interesting points, such as food allergens, which I had questions about. A doctor answered my questions and explained the parameters that only cost 2.33 euros in particular. I marked them as well because they provide information about the kidneys, pancreas, and liver. I selected over 27 parameters: complete blood count, PTT, calcium, cholesterol, iron, ferritin, total protein, triglycerides, vitamin A, B12, D, magnesium, selenium, zinc, up to food allergens (in the eczema area) and parameters that measure gluten sensitivity.

After the doctor left following the consultation, the woman from the reception came and took my blood. Somehow, the dizziness I usually feel when I see my blood didn't occur. Maybe it's completely gone now? I still lay down during the blood draw just to be safe.

The whole thing will cost me about 250 euros. It's a pity I didn't do the nutritional analysis before starting the supplements – the values would have been more meaningful then.

On my way back, I walked through the Neustadt weekly market and checked out a new café called Pirella, which is right next door. They also serve delicious waffles and crêpes here. ☕️

For lunch, I went to Borsum. Mom made vegan stuffed peppers. Today, I ate a dish with my hands for the second time that you normally wouldn't eat with your hands. Good thing Mom went to donate blood while I was eating, otherwise she would have been shocked to see me eating the stuffed pepper with my hands and slurping the corresponding soup directly from the bowl. 😅

While eating, I learned that you can use the number of fingers to determine the size of the bites you put in your mouth. With three fingers and my thumb, I take small bites and eat slower and less at a time. However, if I use all my fingers, I eat much faster and form larger bites. It makes sense, but it became clear to me in practice now.

Another thing I learned today while eating is that it's more effective to first shape a bite on the plate, take it with the four fingers, bring it to my mouth, and then push it into my mouth with my thumb. This way, I don't have to open my mouth too wide or tilt my head back, which looks somewhat more civilized. 😄

My goodness... if I had eaten the stuffed peppers with a fork and knife, I would have definitely burned my tongue several times, just like I know myself.

What I've also noticed: I eat with my left hand, unlike Indians, who traditionally eat with their right hand. However, I find it easier to use my left hand for eating than my right, so I stick to the left.

I told Mom about the blood test and which values I'm having checked. Now she wants to do it too, which I think is good. However, I asked her to wait for my results first. If there's a critical value for me, it’s very likely that the same value is critical for Mom, or even more critical, because her diet is somewhat less balanced than mine.

It rained all day, so I stayed a little longer in Borsum and worked a bit on the backend of my public diary on my mother's laptop. I deleted some unused node fields, removed all old physics content, and updated the entire system.

I got a text from my mother saying her car won't start. I should let the neighbor know that Mom can't make it to coffee on time. So I went to the older neighbor to inform her. I did that, but instead of going straight back, she first showed me the house and the large balcony with a beautiful view of the fields. We had a Swedish schnapps to toast to the memory of her recently deceased husband. I sat in the armchair where her husband liked to sit, and the neighbor showed me photos. They were together for over 60 years, and I can well understand how she feels when she says, “It’s as if a part of my soul has been cut off.”

Then there was a knock at the door – it was my mother. A man had given her a jump start, and she replaced me. I was able to go back and continue working on the website.

Unfortunately, I accidentally deleted something critical from the website, making it unreachable online. This really upset me. I was so stressed that I had to eat something immediately. Until the evening, I tried in vain to fix the problem.

At home, I then devoured an entire pack of cookies and Katjes because I was so stressed. That amounts to about 120 grams of sugar that I consumed in just a few hours. 😱 And the unhealthy stuff also generated unnecessary packaging waste that I can't dispose of at home, but have to take downstairs to the yellow bin.

It becomes clear to me again how stress triggers cravings and a strong desire for sweets in me. But not only that. Apparently, stress can destroy all hard-earned good habits from one day to the next. Good reasons to avoid such stressful situations as much as possible. It is okay if they occur occasionally, like today, but definitely not permanently.

By around 2 PM, I finally managed to fix the problem and get the page running again. My goodness, Amor Fati. At least I realized that I don't actually need the PHP Composer and was able to uninstall it in Plesk. Through a little restructuring, I also found that I could uninstall the Paragraph module (one less module preventing me from upgrading to Drupal 11). This allowed me to delete many Twig files and a node, as well as streamline the CSS file. So, the stressful bug was worth it in the end. Good night! 😴

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