I think I’ve finally found my tribe. I’m trying not to get too excited, as it wouldn’t be the first time I was wrong in this regard. It would seem that others who are on the autism spectrum accept me as I am. I can’t begin to express how this feels. I’ll give a hint. It’s positive. I just finished eating my final meal of the day. I’ve added pistachios, frozen blueberries, and plantain chips to my diet. I think I’ve reached sufficient dietary variety. Yay me.
Hopefully, this means no more kidney stones. If I still get them, I will accept that they are a fact of life for me. I’m done testing new foods. I like when I make final life decisions like that. I think my overall anxiety lowers a smidgen as a result. I’m on the final chapters of ‘Solarversia’. It was predictable in a way I appreciate, yet still had lots of things going on that I didn’t see coming. I’ll finish it tonight, and then I’ll write a formal review on Amazon. The author is one of my twitter followers, which is how I found out the book existed. Most of the people who follow me are authors, comedians, people on the autism spectrum, gamers, and nerds. This pleases me.
I missed Minority Report last night. I went to bed at 7pm due to a migraine. It persisted all night and halfway through today. I hate when that happens. I used a neti pot and took some Advil, which is usually enough. But every so often, I have a super migraine that lasts for days and doesn’t diminish in pain regardless of what I do. Hate when that happens. It’s gone now, which is awesome.
I suspect part of the reason I got the migraine was due to a combination of lack of sleep, dehydration, eye strain, and physical tension. Understanding the why helps psychologically. It tells me I have control. So when I run tonight, I’m going to carry some water, even though it’s annoying to carry something when running. I’ll stop to drink at least 4 times, and then drink another full glass of water after I get back. When I was a kid, I used to get in trouble for drinking my water before I ate, and then being too full to eat much. My mom wouldn’t let me have anything to drink until I’d eaten most of my meal, which meant I usually didn’t drink with meals at all.
I reversed this process back to natural as an adult. I retaught myself how to listen to my body when it comes to food in general. If I’m not hungry, I don’t eat. I love that nobody tries to force me to ignore my body’s messages anymore. When I was forced to eat, I forgot what hunger felt like. That’s just wrong. Being an adult is so awesome. Except the paying for water bit. That’s such bullshit. But otherwise, yay.