Jesus. Christ. On. A. Crutch. I’ve just spent some six hours trying for the 387th time to straighten out my nutrition and supplement regimen in the face of reliable evidence of the need. I’d like to drop through my floor from demoralization. I maybe have it semi-together now — at least for the short term — but, no, I have not come up with an ACTUALLY reliable mayonnaise. I came up with an actually reliable oil so I can make my own.
You might smugly be thinking you’ve already got that covered. Think again.
And it’s NO walk in the park finding the oil either.
And what about getting my cortisol under some sort of natural human control? I’m still deciding which option/s I want to go with, but decide I must.
BTW, good thing I like cloves. You could learn to like ’em, too.
Oh, maybe even days and days of picking things!
[I’ll have to try not to forget the world while listening to the actual guy instead of his AI incarnations.]
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