The "Dental Diet" - Free! (and no Osmonds!)

Extreme Dentistry

Hello Fellow Travelers!

OK, OK, maybe it isn't that bad.  My "dental saga" continues.  Pain and money, money and pain.  Blah, blah, blah.  And so it goes...  In the grand scheme of things although I regret squandering time in "the chair", (I'm fully occupied trying to relearn signing my name) tooth maintenance is like a road or bridge - infrastructure.  Boring but necessary.  I took the time to "go all Japanese mob boss" on my dentist (Lucy Liu in "Kill Bill - I", but unlike  Ms. Liu, I didn't decapitate anyone) Using an interpreter, (my PS), I made my dental situation and expectations known.  Message delivered.  I moved on.  Then I noticed something happening to me, I was losing weight fast.  My solution to dental pain?  Don''t eat! My single question: Is it cancer?   No?  Then who  cares? I just won't eat until it's fixed.     Tada!  Problem solved!  Moving on...Since I've been rehabbing, working out, going to the gym over and over, weight loss has taken on an entirely different goal - a functional objective - weight loss means I'm more fluid, I don't fall as often and when I do land it's not so hard, I am usually able to right myself (the Weeble Principle - Weebles wobble but they don't fall).  Mostly weighing less means less stress on my PS - supporting my wobbly physique is like shouldering drunk dead weight,

Weighing less is no longer a visual/appearance requisite; it's purely a functional/health strategy.  Not eating anything much for two weeks was brutally effective;  clothes effortlessly slide on.  I'm able to overcome falls and avoid broken bones.

A emergency situation recently arose and I was reasonably prepared to travel.  Using the streamlined procedures I based on the philosophy of "Less Is More",  I was packed and organized in under 30 minutes.   I counted the number of travel days (3) and number of likely meals (9?) and was ready for planes that might suck me out of a window or robots who get "woke" and kill every human they see. Not a likely scenario to be sure but I'm ready.  I still am still viewing everything at "booty level" POV, but I'm progressing, moving forward.

I am physically changing, mentally altering, I'm finally grasping my limitations and my possibilities.  My challenge is to reinvent new ways to do old things.  My mother often cites that classic Dylan Thomas poem, "Rage, rage into the dying  light." With all due respect to Mr. Thomas, I couldn't disagree more.  The light isn't dying.  It is bright and full of color. Nobody is dying. I won't stand for it.  I never feel rage about anything, I only feel warmth and friendship - the universe is just beginning to expand. stretch, the possibilities are endless, limitless.