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Highs and lows | Lia Wälti x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Reader is a type 1 diabetic and experiences both hypo- and hyperglycemic events. I hope all the medical talk is right!

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One of the things you loved to do outside of football, was going on walks with some of the girls on your team. When you and your sister Lia made the move to London, you had found a second family in your Arsenal teammates. The friendships you made here went beyond the pitch, and you were forever grateful to have gotten a place amongst them.

Today you were joined by Lia, Steph, Viv, Beth, and Leah. As well as Myle and Calvin, the dogs were both running around the park as the rest of you were talking. 

“Oh hi Myle girl, do you want me to throw the ball?” The dog had dropped the tennis ball into your lap, so you got up to play with her. You made a quick stop to grab your water bottle before you ran back to the dogs. Myle had so much energy, so she kept running up and down the field, while Calvin stayed closer to your side. You throw the ball for Myle again, but your vision goes blurry right after. You knew the feeling all too well, and sat down slowly. Calvin moved closer to you and started barking. Steph looked up at the sudden loudness from her dog, who usually is rather quiet, and notices you on the grass. 

“Hey Lia”, Steph didn’t even have to finish her sentence, the tone of her voice told Lia enough, she looked over to you and rushed to your side when she saw you were on the ground.

“I'm here.” She reaches for your hand, while reaching for her phone with the other. She taps the device to the patch on your arm, letting it read your glucose levels. You had been diagnosed with diabetes type 1 when you were a kid, so the symptoms were very familiar to your sister, and to the team now as well. “It’s low.” By now she didn't even have to tell you what she was going to do, as she was with you for a lot of your highs and lows. She grabs a juice box out of her bag, and tells you to drink up.

“Here, lean into me.” You heard Leah's voice behind you. Her hands on your shoulders guided you into her. The girls knew that there was nothing they could do for you, and that they would just have to wait for your glucose levels to get back up, but that didn't mean that they wouldn't try to make it as comfortable for you as possible. 

Slowly but surely you started feeling better, the blurred vision faded, and you felt a little stronger again. While you had gotten used to the hypo- and hyperglycemic events, they were still a little scary to experience, because you'd never know when one would be more severe.

“Come on, let's get you home.” Lia extends her hands to you, after you let her know you were ready to get up. Once you were up, she hugged you tight, always a little scared of the events herself. 

“Why don't you come to our place?” Beth offers, “We live closer, you can rest there.” You agreed instantly, the less you had to walk right now the better. Back at Beth and Viv’s place you find yourself slowly drifting to sleep cuddled into Viv’s side, with Myle on your chest. 

You’re woken up by the smell of one of your favourite dishes lingering in the air. “Hey, how are you feeling?” Viv asks when she notices that you were awake again. “Good enough for that delicious meal Lia is cooking up.” The girl you’re still laying against chuckles, “Ah good, you’re back.”

You looked around the room to find Leah, Steph, and Calvin had left the home, while Lia was in the kitchen with Beth. Though, you knew your sister did all the cooking, because Viv always loved to tell you how bad of a chef Beth really was. You got up and joined the rest for dinner.

The next few days your blood sugar levels didn’t have any major spikes, there was the occasional high and low, but nothing that wasn’t quickly fixed. 

On game day you were rushing out of the house, cause you forgot to put your alarm. You rolled out of bed, hopped in the shower, and quickly changed into your match day outfit, before you headed to your car. 

You knew it was stupid to skip meals, because it would most likely influence your blood sugar levels later on, but right now the only thought on your mind was getting to the stadium on time. Which luckily you managed to do, you headed into the locker room where everyone was about ready to start warming up. After quickly putting on your cleats, and your training kit, you followed the team out.

“Everything alright?” Your sister asked as she put her arm on your shoulder to warm up her legs. You nod, “I overslept. Forgot to set my alarm, but I’m all good.” You continue warming up together, before running some drills with the rest of the girls. 

On the pitch everything was going great until it wasn’t. You felt very shaky, and were sweating more than during a regular game. Trying to push the feelings aside only worked for a few minutes, with one tackle you were on the ground, and your body fully gave into the high blood sugar. Both Lia and the medics came rushing your way.

“You need to check her glucose levels.” Your sister instructed. The medic already had a phone in their hand to tap it to your patch. “We’ve got her Lia, don’t worry.” The phone quickly gave the glucose levels, and showed they were very high. 

“I’m going to give you an insuline shot, to get your levels down quickly.” You simply nodded, not caring how they would lower your blood sugar, as long as you would stop feeling this way. After the shot, your body started slowly feeling stronger again. The medics walked you off the field, and sat you down on the bench. Steph sat down next to you, and you leaned into her side. She took the bag of nuts the medical assistant handed over, and opened the bag for you. 

When the halftime whistle blew you headed into the locker room, while Steph went to warm up with the rest of the bench. 

“What happened?” Your sister’s worried voice rang out the moment you sat down. She didn’t even let you answer the first question, before she continued. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? You know how bad it can get if you don’t treat your highs and lows on time.” 

“Since I was in a hurry this morning I kind of forgot to have breakfast. I swear I was going to eat something when I got here, but you were all ready to warm up, so I forgot in the rush again.” You knew that skipping meals wasn’t good for your glucose levels, and you really didn’t do it on purpose, and you needed Lia to know that. “I should’ve said it sooner, but it was almost half time. I thought I would be alright until then.”

Lia uncrossed her arms, and the angry facade fell. “Please don’t ever scare me like that again!” She sat down and put her arm around you, happy to know that you were alright again. You listened to Kim and Leah discuss the tactics for the second half of the game, and made your way back to the bench when it was time to head back again. 

The team ended up winning the match. After the second half you felt a lot better again, so you walked the victory round next to your sister, who was happy to have you properly on your feet again.

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[beyondthebloodsugar]

My Fasting Experience: Low Blood Sugar Moments and How I Handled Them

Fasting can be a tricky journey. At times, it feels like walking a tightrope. It’s not just about skipping meals; it’s about tuning into what your body is saying. I started my fasting experience hoping for clarity and health. Little did I know, I'd face some surprising low blood sugar moments that shook me up! Here’s how I navigated through the bumps and found my footing.

Understanding the Ups and Downs of Fasting

Fasting often feels like an adventure. You think you’re on solid ground, but then—bam! Your blood sugar drops. Moments like these can feel alarming. Suddenly, you're weak, dizzy, or even lightheaded. It left me wondering: How did I get here?

When you fast, your body is running on empty fuel. It’s like trying to drive a car on fumes. Eventually, you hit a wall. This happened to me on several occasions. I realized that understanding my body’s signals was key to managing those low points.

Recognizing the Signs of Low Blood Sugar

Low blood sugar can sneak up on you. At first, it might just feel like a little fatigue. The next thing you know, you're staring at your feet, wishing the ground would steady itself. I started recognizing my signs: the shaky hands, the foggy brain, and that annoying little sweat on my forehead.

Each of these signs was a warning bell. It’s like my body was sending me a text message saying, "Hey, pay attention!" The trick was learning to listen and react before things got serious.

Quick Fixes to Raise Blood Sugar Levels

When low blood sugar hit, I needed solutions fast. I learned to keep a stash of easy snacks nearby. Something as simple as a piece of fruit or a bite of granola could make a world of difference. It was like pulling a parachute cord when free-falling. Instant relief!

I kept small packets of honey in my bag. They’re tasty, easy to carry, and bring up my sugar levels quickly. It’s amazing how a little sweetness can turn your day around!

Planning My Meals to Avoid Low Moments

Planning became crucial in my fasting routine. I started mapping out my meals, making sure I had enough nutrients to fuel my body. Eating wholesome meals before starting a fast was like filling my gas tank to full before a long trip. I wanted to avoid running out of fuel halfway.

I learned the importance of including proteins, fats, and fiber. These kept me feeling full longer and helped maintain steady blood sugar levels. It’s all about building a foundation that can handle the ups and downs.

Finding Balance Through Fasting

Fasting is all about balance. There were days when I hit those low points, but they were also days filled with learning. Each experience taught me more about my body and its signals.

It’s not just about the act of fasting itself; it’s about how to balance your body’s needs with your goals. I found that adjusting my approach and listening closely helped me handle those low blood sugar moments better.

Conclusion: Embracing the Journey

My fasting experience was filled with highs and lows. The low blood sugar moments were unexpected challenges, but also valuable lessons. I learned to listen, prepare, and react. Instead of fearing these moments, I embraced them as part of the journey.

So, if you’re thinking about fasting, keep in mind that it’s a personal adventure. You may face your own struggles, but with a little preparation and awareness, you'll find your way. Fasting isn’t just about food—it's about understanding your body and embracing the experience!

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Haiii!! Pretty weird request but can u do valentinos child that is diabetic having troubles at school because they didn’t get enough sugar in their body?

P.S (LOVE UR STUFFFF 🩷🩷🩷)

Hi there,

Thank you so so much!! I don’t have any personal experience with diabetes, but I did some research and I hope I did your request justice!

<3 Mandy

Valentino hated being interrupted in the middle of his shoots. 

Small annoyances, poor lighting, bitchy models, addicts that wanted nothing more than a quick fix. All of these things added up to time lost in the middle of a shoot. As such, he kept his phone on silent, and any emergencies were diverted directly to Vox. 

Except of course, emergencies regarding his daughter. 

When his phone rang and he saw the school's number, he immediately jumped from his director's chair and slammed his office door shut behind him.

“Valentino speaking.” He answered curtly. 

Not to his surprise, the school nurse answered back. Valentino closed his eyes as he listened to her explain that his daughter seemed to be struggling to get her blood sugar stable. At the first beep of her VoxTech watch, she had drank a juice box from her snack kit they kept in the classroom. However, when the number hadn’t risen in ten minutes, she had been escorted down to the nurses office. Apparently, she was refusing a second juice box, or a snack. Valentino fumbled with his phone as he put it on speaker. A quick click of an app, and her numbers from the morning flashed. His heart sank- consistent lows. 

“She’s asking to talk to you, Mr. Valentino,” the nurse finished. 

“Go ahead, put her on,” he said quickly. 

A soft rustle as the line and his daughter's voice.

“Daddy? Daddy, can you come get me? I don’t feel so good,” she said softly. 

“Baby. Listen to me. I will come get you, but I need to drink another juice box before I hang up the phone,” he replied as he stood up. 

“Daddy, I don’t want to,” she muttered.

“Then put one of the candies under your tongue and let it dissolve, can you do that for me?” He asked as he strode out his office door. 

“Yes,” she muttered. 

“Good. Do that. I’m on my way to get you,” he replied sternly. “Listen to the nurse.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she muttered. 

Six minutes later, he walked into the school and down the familiar hallway to the nurses office. Though, as he passed by the classrooms, he realized it had been two months since he last picked his daughter up for blood sugar issues. He supposed the system they developed at the beginning of the school year really was making a difference. After all, picky eaters and diabetes didn’t mesh well. 

It was the school nurse who suggested and guided the creation of a system where his daughter gained the freedom to choose different types of snacks and juices she could reach for to help her manage her lows. Even more than just choosing what the snacks were, the nurse suggested Reader help label each snack so she could choose what she needed based on what her numbers were. At home, the system was the same and it seemed to Valentino that, besides this hiccup, Reader was flourishing in her independence.

Of course, Reader was still in Elementary school. The nurse still had access to the data her VoxTech watch monitored in regards to her highs and lows, and saw her several times throughout the day. At night, he and the other Vee’s reviewed the data as a whole and discussed any areas they saw problematic.  

“Daddy,” she whimpered when he walked into the room. She rolled off the cot and rushed towards him. “Daddy.”

He lifted her up and tucked her against his chest before walking over to the school nurse. He opened the app on his phone and to his relief, her blood sugar was back in the normal range. 

“Baby, what’s wrong? It’s not like you to not listen to your body,” he muttered as he rubbed her back. 

“My tummy hurts,” she whined into his shoulder. “Daddy, I don’t feel good.” 

“The stomach bug is going around. It might be a good idea for her to go home and rest,” the nurse suggested. “I can have someone bring her backpack down.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Valentino agreed. 

As soon as they walked into the apartment, Valentino carried his daughter to the bathroom. 

“Alright baby, let’s do a manual check, just to make sure the numbers are lining up,” he told her.

“Daddy, noo, I hate the stick,” she whined as she wrapped her arms around him. 

“I know. But think about how happy Uncle Vox will be that we’re taking responsibility and making sure that his technology is accurate!” Valentino said as cheerfully as he could. 

Reluctantly, she released him and he sat her on the counter. He took her hand in his.

“Quick pinch, mi amore,” he promised. 

He hated the tears that he knew would follow. As soon as the bandage was wrapped around her finger, he lifted her into his arms as he read the number.

“Good news, the numbers match,” he told her as he held her to him. “And your sugar is normal. Come on baby, let’s go lay down.” 

He laid down on her bed and to his relief, she fell asleep almost instantly. Valentino opened his app and switched it into nighttime mode as he snuggled his daughter. It had taken him a long time to realize that not every high or low was an emergency that required him rushing to his daughters side. The older she grew, the more comfortable he was turning off those alerts- especially when she was at school. However, he had come to the conclusion that he would probably never be comfortable without those alerts overnight. He considered it too much of a risk. 

“Hey, how’s the baby?” Vox’s soft voice came across the room.

“Unsure if we have the stomach bug or not yet- might want to stay over there,” Valentino warned. 

Vox made a face. “Gross. Duly noted. Text me if you need anything I’ll be sure to push it in with a ten foot pole.”

Valentino rolled his eyes but reached over and turned on the TV. Definitely a good idea to rest while she was sleeping.

[giftedmotherfucker]

Resetting your brain’s reward system is the foundation for overcoming emotional eating. Since emotional eating is often a dopamine-driven habit loop, rewiring how your brain seeks comfort and pleasure is key. Here’s a step-by-step approach to make it happen:

Step 1: Understand the Emotional Eating → Dopamine Cycle

How it works:

Stress/boredom/loneliness → Craving for high-reward food (sugar, carbs, junk) → Quick dopamine rush → Temporary relief → Crash & guilt → Repeat.

The problem: Your brain starts associating food (not hunger) with emotional relief, making cravings stronger over time.

Step 2: Reset Your Reward System (Dopamine Detox Strategies)

1. Cut Back on Hyper-Palatable Foods (Temporarily)

Why? Processed sugars/flours trigger excessive dopamine spikes, dulling natural satisfaction.

How?

Reduce (or eliminate) sugary snacks, fast food, and refined carbs for 1-2 weeks.

Replace with whole, satisfying foods (protein, healthy fats, fiber) to stabilize blood sugar.

2. Break the Automatic Habit Loop

Delay the urge: When a craving hits, wait 15-30 min and distract yourself (walk, journal, drink tea).

Swap the ritual: Replace eating with a non-food dopamine source (e.g., dancing to a favorite song, quick workout, calling a friend).

3. Retrain Your Brain to Enjoy Natural Dopamine

Exercise – Even 10 mins of movement (walking, yoga, jumping jacks) boosts dopamine sustainably.

Cold showers – 30-60 sec of cold exposure resets cravings by shocking your system (in a good way).

Novelty & learning – Try a new hobby, puzzle, or skill to stimulate dopamine in a healthy way.

4. Practice Mindfulness to Disrupt Emotional Triggers

"Am I hungry or just craving?" Check in with your body before eating.

Emotion journaling – Write down what you’re feeling instead of eating it. Example:

"I’m stressed about work → I want cookies → What I really need is a break."

5. Sleep & Sunlight (Critical for Dopamine Balance)

Poor sleep worsens cravings (dopamine drops, making you seek quick fixes).

Fix it:

Prioritize 7-8 hours of sleep.

Get morning sunlight (10-15 mins) to regulate dopamine naturally.

Step 3: Build Long-Term Resilience

Rewire rewards: After detoxing, reintroduce treats mindfully—savor them without guilt.

Find emotional alternatives: Build a list of non-food comforts (e.g., music, stretching, laughter).

Progress, not perfection: Slip-ups happen—just reset and keep going.

Sample 3-Day Dopamine Reset for Emotional Eating

(To kickstart the rewiring process)

Day 1:

Morning: Sunlight + protein-rich breakfast (eggs, avocado).

Midday: When a craving hits, do 5 mins of deep breathing instead.

Evening: Take a walk after dinner (no snacks in front of screens).

Day 2:

Challenge: Try a cold shower (30 sec) when stressed instead of snacking.

Reward: Listen to upbeat music or a funny podcast.

Day 3:

Reflect: Journal 3 emotions that triggered cravings—what else could help next time?

Final Thought

Resetting your reward system isn’t about willpower—it’s about rewiring automatic habits. The first few days are the hardest, but soon, your brain will start seeking healthier sources of joy and comfort.

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Chapter II: I grip the gate

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˙⋆✮ a pity party for one ✮⋆˙

It's finally here! Thank you for your patience ♡ I've been away for quite some time, but life has a way of needing to be lived. I will be 100% honest with you, I am posting this chapter at mr. space's birthday party, so know that I love you all and want to post this for u!! Your comments/likes/reblogs on things I post warm my heart infinitely.

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Dani woke up to the smell of coffee for the first time in what felt like a century. Her fingers were clutched tight around the end of the pillow beneath her face— so tightly, they were nearly cramped into their nighttime shape. The whole of her face had started throbbing at some point, but it was difficult to tell if it’d been doing that the whole night or just since she’d sat up and the blood rushed to fill it. The single sheet was wedged in between her thighs, as if she’d been aiming to climb it in her sleep and had only just gotten started before waking up. So when she rounded the corner out of the bedroom, she was thinking about high school gymnasiums and fully expecting to see Bob standing there, taciturn and slightly disapproving. Rust’s face turned toward the sound of her gasp (which she thought she morphed into a cough well enough), and then went slack as if all the struts holding it into place had turned to dust. She couldn’t even say he was looking at her, at first, as much as he was looking at the doorknob just behind her like she was made of something gossamer-thin and interrupting his inspection of what needed fixing. He looked like he’d seen a ghost ten minutes ago, and was now questioning himself.

“Um, hi. What are you doin’ here?” She speaks first, timid in an unfamiliar environment. His eyes slide up to meet hers, cool and controlled, as he says, “Well, I live here. So I think the better question here is what are you doing here?”

Some old self-preservation instinct keeps her from stepping past the corner she haunts, looking around the room like a hole in the floor might open up and suck her down into nothingness to save her from the embarrassment of what she knows she eventually has to tell him. 

“Come sit down, you can tell me all about what happened to your face.” He motions with his chin toward the chair at the table across from him, raising his eyebrows expectantly when she doesn’t immediately obey. 

Dani takes a moment to acquiesce, and settles into the chair with one foot on the floor and the other planted on the seat so she can rest her chin on her knee. He slides a cup of coffee over— black, she assumed, since he couldn’t know how she took it— but when she took that first sip in service of avoiding that look on his face, she realized he’d put sugar in it, and she hadn’t even had to ask. That softened her up a bit, sure, but she was still suspicious enough to set it back down, and say softly, “I didn’t know you lived here. I thought maybe you had a trap door behind the bar you just kinda fell into when I couldn’t see you.” She laughs, and he doesn’t, but she knows he’s not pleased by the silence she’s met with, and the hard set of his mouth.

“You want to explain to me how you ended up in my house lookin’ rode hard and put away wet?” 

“Well Bob let me in, he said I could—” he interrupts her, leaning forward to put his elbows on the table and stare at her in a way that makes her squirm in her seat, adjusting her legs so that both of her feet are on the floor again.

“Why don’t you go back a little further, hmm? Tell me why you thought you should even walk out your front fuckin’ door when I told you to stay put?”

“Wait, am I in trouble right now?” The incredulity on her face is difficult for her to tamp down, and he latches onto it quick as a cat. “You bet your ass you’re in trouble, girly. You think I’m gonna let you go picking fights in my bar and sleeping in my bed just ‘cause, what? You couldn’t keep yourself from getting bored?” Her head starts shaking before he even finishes his sentence.

“It wasn’t like that, Rust, I just wanted to play cards and this stupid fuckin’ kid, Amos— I knew him in highschool— he was being gross and… It just kinda happened, and I’m sorry for not knowing you were living here, it’s not like I could tell, like you would ever tell me anyway.” She feels a sick combination of guilt and irritation bubbling up in her blood, and the condescending laugh Rust gives her makes it worse.

“I told you to stay home because it’s dangerous to be on your own out here, and you couldn’t stay put because you wanted to play cards? I sure as shit hope it was worth it, with your face all fucked up like that.” It stings when the blood rushes up to her face in embarrassment, and when his words settle in behind her sternum. She’d always thought herself capable of managing on her own, and the notion that Rust doesn’t think the same is a barb she certainly wasn’t ready for. She goes quiet then, keeps her hands folded in her lap as if this too-late complacency could save her now. Be good, be good, be good, be better, her heart supplies, be nothing. As if it could, as if she could feel like anything other than the sore spot in the middle of her own little world. 

“All I’m askin’ is that you don’t kick me out, Rust. I didn’t do nothin’ you wouldn’ta done if you were me, and besides, you said to stay where you could find me, right? I think that’s fair enough, don’t you?” Dani hates the way her voice sounds in this moment, cowed and meek, like asking for forgiveness she did nothing to warrant. 

“I knew where to find you, sure, but certainly not how I’d like to. Just what the fuck got into you, huh? You get bored up at your meemaw’s house all alone and you just.. go crazy? There ain’t enough up there to keep them hands busy? You just had to-”

“It’s my Mammy, and don’t you bring her into-”

“Oh, save me the sob story, honey, it makes so little a difference to me who’d be embarrassed by your misbehavin’,” his voice is derisive and cutting, sucking in a quick, sharp breath like he’s loading the chamber full, “I don’t give a goddamn why you did what you did. I told you to stay put and you just can’t seem to keep yourself from trouble, so until you can figure out how to act, you can march your happy little ass back up to that house and stay outta my bar until you do.”

Her breath goes out of her in a loose rattle, half furious and half heartsick. Her jaw grinds, trying to keep the words in her mouth, but something in the pit of her stomach— something ancestral and indignant— bubbles up and before she can stop herself, she’s on her feet. The sound of the chair sliding out from behind her fills the room like a single shot, and she’s off to the races, a flush creeping up her neck like judgment day. 

“You are so fucking selfish, Rust, I swear to god. You go through life like a fuckin’ wrecking ball and we all let you!” Her hysteria bleeds all over her face, unable to staunch it, “Everyone lets you do it because you’re stubborn as stupid and they don’t have anything better to do than watch you spiral out into nothing. You are a selfish, soft-bellied, bitch, and worse is, you’re a taker.”

Dani seethes, all asp and venom coiled tight in her posturing, verbally poking him in the chest with a fervent finger. 

She feels heady, leftover-drunk, like she’s full of hell and ready to tear something apart or run the mile or so home at full tilt. Something in her has been simmering, on its way to a rolling vociferous boil for a long time, and she’s reluctant to let it go. She’s fearing all the fight will go out of her if she looks him in the eye, so she stares deadly at the wall behind his head and finishes,

“You keep making up rules for me, ones I’m meant to follow without knowing- and the how and the why, well, it’s anyone’s fucking guess at this point- and then you haul off and get all mad and sour when I don’t know how to play your game. I just don’t know what you’re playing at, Rust,” and here she throws her hands around aimlessly, fixes him with a tired look that could wither weeds, “I just wanted you to like being around me. I’m just trying to be nice to you, and you’re so fuckin’ sick of me. I don’t know why I try.”

He waits, charming as ever, for her to tucker herself out. It’s nothing he hadn’t heard, endured, from Claire a time or four towards the end. He can be patient a spell, where Dani’s concerned - until she turns back over and shows her belly again- and he knows she will, knows she doesn’t have it in her to bite down on the bone he’s throwing her quite yet. He’d been trying to let her leave for a month, more, begging her to take the bait of his unhappiness and go home to her bugs and her books. She’s still soft-mouthed around it, gentle, like she doesn’t already know the taste of it in her mouth: the leaving, the getting left. 

Like a stupid puppy, he thinks, like a lap dog.

If he sucks his teeth and smirks, trying to look imposing, she doesn’t notice, or maybe is used to it. He wants to say “I know, sweet thing, you’ve been foolish and wild but you’ve been so good and so sweet on me. Stupid and so, so sweet. I’ll forgive it all, come here and lay in my lap, c’mere close to me a second, lemme look at you.” But he’s himself, and she’s been unruly, so instead he fixes her with what he hopes is consternation and says instead, “You misunderstand me, Danielle,” he says her whole name like an epithet, because he has it in him to be cruel and there’s a lesson here for her to learn, “I’m self-serving, not selfish, and there is a valley of difference. Now go home and put some ice on that shiner, and if I want any shit from you, I’ll come over there and squeeze your head. Lord knows you’re full of it.” She winces, and he watches her disassemble herself, her body shutting down like turning off all the lights in the house for the night. She stills, completely, taking out each bit of the bullet in her that might push back at him, might attempt to further wound him. She becomes all waiting, all tension. Her face settles to the paper picture of penance, serenity. The tears he could see welling do not spill over as she grabs her cellphone off the table and walks toward the door, as if she’s holding herself in by the edges and it’s starting to slip. Hand on the doorknob, she pauses, as if giving him an opportunity to take back his bite, to smooth it over, which he flatly does not take. And Rust is once again alone in his apartment, chewing his cheek like it owes him something.

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The rain coming down in thick, sharp drops didn’t change anything at all. Dani marched home, through the mud and soaked down to the soul, with her arms wrapped tight around her middle because she was so wound up it was making her sick. She was hurt, and it was ugly, like a knot in the center of herself she would have to spend hours picking apart all by her lonesome. She wanted to tear down the sweetgum trees, or bury herself in their roots and sleep through the winter like a shallot instead of feeling whatever she was feeling now. She found it insufferable.

The screen door slammed behind her and left her dripping onto the floor in the entryway, looking down at her feet like they were a million miles away from her. Unsure of what exactly she was meant to do now, she kicked off the ruddy weight of her boots and walked over to lean against the kitchen counter, sliding down it to the floor and watching the puddle grow onto the linoleum. She wished, badly and in every secret part of her, that Mammy were here staring over at her with an eyebrow raised, asking her “...so what now, little cow?”. She wished for a lot of things that didn’t come true, these days.

Emptied out of all her ire, Dani felt like a child again. Something about Rust always reduced her, left her feeling smaller— at times it made her easier to hold in his orbit, which she liked, and at others made her feel like he wanted to see less of her, and those times she didn’t like as much. It was confusing, because sometimes he would look at her from across a room and it was like god’s revolver, fixing her in place with a ringing in her ears that wasn’t there before. The sense that Rust was trying to guide her somewhere neither of them truly wanted her to go was ever-present; he would soothe her, make her soft and bruisable, then he’d deliver. She’d go back into her hidey hole and lick her wounds, feel sorry for herself, then get bold again, and come back to get right with him (which somehow always ended with her asking for more). It seemed like no matter what happened, she wanted him, wanted to forgive him– loved it, even; the careful smoothing over. It felt hard to want him after a conversation like the one they’d just had, but she did. Somewhere in her, somewhere she didn’t want to look, there was a wellspring where she found a nasty, covetous thing that wanted to be wanted by him, and it felt well and truly like she was speaking from the bottom of that well every time she opened her mouth around him. 

The rain kept coming, and she kept hearing it coming down over the house, and after a while it got to be a lot. A lot of rain, a lot of feeling- nowhere for it to go except to spill out into the yard, soaking everything in sight. Something helpless in her kept clawing around in her ribcage, searching for her sense of terror to latch onto. The wind kept on picking up, blowing the switchgrass sideways and turning the windchime into tangles. Dani generally liked storms-- liked a good, healing rain; some lightning, thunder following close behind, sliding into its place just like it was meant to. This didn’t feel like that, didn’t feel calming or placating or constant, it felt like the fear of God put into her, and it spooked her well enough. She’d thought of the white-tailed deer bed down in times like these, with their necks and bodies curled together until they all seemed like one writhing, singular mythical thing, flattening the grass where they laid to keep safe. It was hard for her not to imagine what it would be like, to find a place to stop moving and simply wait for it to pass, but the more she thought about doing it alone, the more she felt panic sponging up all her softness and wonder. 

When she was littler, when she had first started living with her grandparents, her Mammy always told her that if she could hear the tornado siren, she should get in the tub and they would wait it out together. The rain would come, and they would practice- dragging all the quilts and pillows into the bath tub with the lights off and candles up on the vanity, Dani’s wiry, summer-skinned limbs all crunched up in between the porcelain. They’d laughed then, at the sound of Papa’s fussing about downstairs as if he was immune to disaster preparation, their heads tilted together in quiet collusion. She wished it was pretend again, something she did to soothe her Mammy’s nerves rather than to temper her own rickety hands. But when she’d stuffed two quilts and all the pillows from the couch into the tub this time, something about it felt hollow. She couldn’t help feeling helpless and unmoored then, like if she strayed too far from the center of the house she might fly off like in the movies, so she packed herself into the tub and stayed there for as long as she could bear- and then she bore it some more. She let candles melt themselves onto the ledges of the tub, sticking to the surface like moss she didn’t have the heart to remove. It grew around her while she slept there, the hours passing her by without permission, keeping her safe, held still as if in amber. If she kept the whiskey and crackers and summer sausage on a tray by the door, she had everything she needed in that single bathroom; she never had to leave. The rest of the house could blow down around her and she’d still be there on the second floor hearing her Mammy’s voice whispering through months to bring her comfort she didn’t even know to ask for. 

It was with a diluted kind of determination that she stepped carefully from her cocoon in the tub, thudding down the stairs as if trying to kick through each tread. She’d seen from the window on a reconnaissance trip to the kitchen that when this was all said and done, and whoever was up there saw fit to patch the holes in heaven, there’d be choring that needed done. Whiskey had done a nice job of licking up her spine to burrow in her brain, telling her she could go out and get a head start if she could just get out of the tub- and now that she was, she found herself incensed that the panel on the north side of the porch roof had found the audacity to spring a leak dangerously close to the porch swing. It was something she thought ought not to be abided by, not when Papa had paid good money at the Tractor Supply Company for that swing, and Mammy had loved it so. In some way, it felt like she was getting her revenge on this stupid storm, taking back what little power she could in keeping at least that swing safe from damage. Peering through the front window up at the stream of water sluicing down onto the porch, she could tell she’d need a ladder to get up that high, and she’d have to do it from out in the rain- but the 6’ ladder was in the shed still, and she didn’t really want to make a break for it in case she ate shit on the slick grass between the house and the door, but she was bored, and morose, and there was no one around to see her fall after all; so she decided to do it anyway. She pulled on her rain boots, and a bubble of a giggle rose up from the whiskey well in her stomach at the sloop sound her foot made when it slid home against the sole. 

Pushing open the screen door felt like she was airing out all the built-up comfort she’d created in the last day or two (she couldn’t really tell when it was gray all day and she’d been in the windowless bathroom), but she shuffled down the steps in that same child-like manner, heavy footed, before sprinting over to the shed to undo the lock which wasn’t really a lock, but a foot long hunk of rebar folded at a 90 degree angle. The ladder was heavy when she hoisted it up at such an awkward angle, so she didn’t really bother fastening the door behind her. Once she got it onto the porch, it was a strategy game as to how she was going to approach this endeavor. She knew how the tin roofing sheets were overlapped, so there must have been a spot up against the house that was bent out of shape enough to let water through, and she’d need pliers (and a good amount of strength, which from under her pleasantly warm liquor blanket seemed within reason) and a hammer to tamp it back down. Gathering her tools from the entryway, she set the ladder on the railing and tipped it down onto the ground beside the porch; unfolded it, shook it a few times to test its sturdiness, and climbed out. 

Once she was up high enough to see what she was doing, she made the mistake of looking down at the muddy ground, and was struck with a longing for her grandpa to be there, spotting her and handing her tools. Dani pressed inwardly, squeezing all her self, until the feeling was the size of a lemon seed in her chest. She took the pliers out of her coat pocket, and tried bending it back into place, but couldn’t get a sound enough grip- so she grabbed onto the sheet of tin, shifted her stance- and it bit her almost instantly, as if it was a petulant cat that did not want to be held. Her palm beaded up with blood, slicking under her grip when she tried to hold onto the eave- and then she was on the ground, suddenly and surprisingly- drops of rain were stinging her eyes as her lungs heaved against great odds to pull in any oxygen at all. Laying there, wheezing, eyes panicked in their path from spot to absent spot above her, she felt embarrassment smothering her like it was bleeding up from the ground she’d fallen onto to pull her down into the lawn.

When she had the wherewithal to put herself to rights, she was soaked to the bone and her face felt raw again, like she’d been backhanded on each cheek or through her skull somehow; both from the impact of her head against the earth and from the tiny needles of rain that hit her while she laid there in humiliation. She could barely manage the dignity to bring Papa’s ladder in from the rain, but she felt badly about letting it sit out in the elements as long as she had, so she at least folded it back up and laid it against the wall of the house under the eave. She went inside, hurting all over, and laid in her bathtub nest while that stupid bottle of rye eye-fucked her until she gave in and let it unstick all her joints.

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Rust enters the room like a sigh, these days. There is a purpose in him, hung on a humming wire, that has guided him home through the rain-slicked roads and the Hitchcock thing happening with the street lights. So he enters the bar in relief, his silhouette muted by the eave above the door, Rückenfigur in reverse. Bob’s the only one there, as always, a still life on the bar stool farthest from the door with a beer in his fist and his eyes pointed in no particular direction. The only reaction Rust manages from him is a grunt of acknowledgement, one which sounds pejorative, like always. 

“‘Evening, Robert.”

“Rust,” just his name, nothing else by way of greeting.

“How you holdin’ up? Anything exciting happen while I been gone?” Though he knows the answer is no, he finds it in him to check on the off chance he’ll be proven wrong, as he has more than once since he stepped foot in this godforsaken sunbleached state.

“Nope. Ought to go see about that Caydel girl, though, I imagine she’s none too pleased with you.”

“She ain’t my responsibility, Bob, you know that. There’s the work, and then there’s everything else. I can’t just go stripping myself of duty just because some girl with big ol’ puppy eyes needs someone to tell her how to be.” 

“Suit yourself,” he finishes, “shitheel.”

“Goodnight, Robert.”

Rust walks back out the way he came, into his apartment. And if he laid down in that unmade bed and took a deep breath of that grassy, earthen smell that echoed behind her, well. There was no one there to tell on him.

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When the sunrise came like the washed out gray of hospital light through a curtain, and the motions of his day had been gone through, he sat at his dining table staring at the spot Dani’d sat in. When she left the other day, in a huff and acting sour as he’d ever seen her, he hadn’t bothered to push the chair in. He didn’t quite know why, and when he realized that it’d been because she had changed the space in some way, altered his life, he couldn’t bear to change it back. Just like he couldn’t bear to toss the scrap of Sofia’s baby blanket he kept in his Crash kit, like he couldn’t get rid of the tapes he knew he shouldn’t have. Whatever she’d done to him had shifted something just off track, a metronome clicking in and out at just the wrong speed, and set him on a path he wasn’t even sure how to walk down. He hadn’t thought too much about their conversation the other morning, mostly because it pissed him off a little but also because the business of things had stretched his attention rather thin, and it didn’t seem like the time to make something out of what he felt was nothing but a corrective measure that benefitted everyone in the end. What he failed to consider, however, was the weight that would come tugging at his shirtsleeves when he returned and the place was empty of her- the bar, Hank’s grocery; his bed, for some reason. He didn’t miss her, it wasn’t something quite so pointed. He was just thinking about her, the way her eyes would squint when she played an admittedly shit hand which made her think Bob was having one over on her, or the way little strands of her hair would curl from the humidity at the end of both the braids she always wore. He thought about her house, to which he had been just the once, wondered what she was reading, what she filled her days with now that she didn’t have anyone around to entertain her. The last thought clicked against something in his chest, a zippo spark in 30mph winds, there and gone in an instant. But he followed it, wondered some more about what she thought about all this rain, if she was safe. That got him up quick, and before he could pause to form any sort of plan, or really consider what he was doing in the first place, he was tossing his toolbox into the bench seat and starting off toward her place.

The asphalt had turned to claydirt almost halfway between the bar and her place, which was marked with a kitschy wood-burned sign that read “Caydel Cove”, though it wasn’t on any body of water he knew, and which he found charming. Pulling up to the house beneath sheets of rain, he paused to really look at the structure- the shakes on the east and west sides were old and warped, and the rain probably wasn’t doing them any good. The forest green tin roofing over the porch seemed to be doing only half a job, because it was pouring water down over the sides close to the house, which meant the foundation was holding water and like to sink over the decades. He felt a little nettle of pity to the heart at that- something that was so good and safe to her not being meant to last. 

When almost 20 minutes had passed and all he’d done was sit in the truck and watch the water come down, he got himself out of the truck and walked quickly up to the porch. Knocking on the door, he tried peeking in through the lace cafe curtains covering the windows, only to find no movement at all, like no one had ever been home, and the house was stuck in time like amber. Her truck was in the driveway, but he knew she didn’t drive it much except to church and to the store. Trying his luck with the doorknob proved fruitful, because all of the sudden he was standing in her entryway again, that damn screen door ushering him in quick under threat of pinched fingers. He took it all in, her boots flung haphazardly in the middle of the walkway, the needle nose pliers and hammer on the bench, the rain coat hung from the shoulder on the hook beside the door. Standing stock still, as if he could feel her in the house if he waited quietly enough, he heard her. Lilting, soft song coming from a door down the hall, some old hymnal:

“Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden? Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus; Have you sins that to men’s eyes are hidden? Tell it to Jesus alone”

His feet moved toward it before his brain did, and he found that funny. Stopping in front of the door, he knocked twice, soft so as not to spook her, though her answer came frightened and watery, like a child’s.

“Hello? Who’s’at?”

“It’s me, it’s Rust. Thought I’d check on ya, just got back into town this mornin’.”

“Oh. Well, I’m fine,” she sniffled, and he could tell she was the opposite but was a gentleman this side of the door all the same, “just, um. I’m just hanging out in here, I do that sometimes.” 

She laughed, pitiful and derisive, and it set his hand to turning the knob. When he was in the bathroom with her, looking down at the package of crackers he’d shoved out of the way by opening the door wide, it was like somebody’d stuck a boning knife up in him, quick and thin going up his soft insides. It smelled like sleep and sweat and whiskey, not bad, really, but like she’d been in here a while.

“Go home, Rust. You don’t gotta worry about me, I won’t give you no trouble no more. Don’t gotta do a thing, my happy little ass will stay right here and won’t be a thorn in your side again,” she hiccups through it like she’s swallowing the words, and when he notices the bottle of Johnny Walker on the corner of the tub he sighs. 

“Don’t be like ‘at, Danielle, it doesn’t suit you. What are you doin in the tub, huh? Having a slumber party with your friend Johnny?”

She rolls her eyes at him, scoffs like he would know shit about shit if it hit him upside the head. 

“I am, in fact, and he’s a good friend who can admit when he done me wrong,” she narrows her eyes at him, self-satisfied, and that crease between her brows damns him into kneeling down on the pink rug beside her, “unlike some people we know.”

He doesn’t know quite yet where to look; her legs are bare, fuzzy and too long for the space she’s in. Her hair is messy, unwashed, and undone from its usual pair of braids, tucked behind her ear on the side not currently pressed into a throw pillow. Her eyes are puffy, watery and bloodshot, so he knows she’s been at this a while, and it seems stupid to him that he waited to find out how she felt about their conversation when he could’ve very well predicted she’d be some level of upset about it. Instead, he focuses on her hands, tucked in close to her chest like she’d done when she’d fallen asleep on his mattress, but this time there’s a strip of electrical tape wrapped around her right palm that his eyes can’t help but laser focus on.

“What happened to your hand there, huh?” he points with his chin.

“I got attacked by sheetmetal and barely escaped with my life,” she smiles up at him as if there’s any great secret that can still be kept from him, “patched it up fine, though. Told you there was nothing to worry about.”

“Gimme your hand, hmm? Just wanna see,” he extends his hand, palm turned up toward the geriatric yellow light of her bathroom. When she plops her hand in his, even her knuckles burn against the lifelines drawn in it, fever humming like an electric current in her skin.

“Careful with the tape, you gotta go slow, ‘cause I think it might open back up if you’re too quick with it. It’s not even that deep, think I’m just bleeding extra ‘cause I’m on a liquid diet,” her words taper off at the end, like the shame bleeds into her speech while her blood seeps out from where he lifts the tape up. The cut is, in fact, decently deep, and it’s no surprise it comes out of her the way it does. She tries to pull her hand away then, tries to keep the blood inside her but it falls all over him anyway. Steady drip, painting the porcelain in weighted drops that splatter on impact. His concern comes latent, ratcheting up through quite a few levels of control to paint his face with something like disdain, but is really just what he thinks is a pathetic amount of concern. 

“How in the hell did this happen?” he asks, suspecting resistance, rewarded with a surprising amount of brevity given the situation.

“Went out to fix the eave, got bit, fell off the ladder, knocked the wind outta myself pretty goddamn good, came in here. Pretty simple chain of events, really.” She looks almost satisfied, as if she could deserve anything other than feather light kisses on the eyelids and bubble baths and total revery.

“That’s not- Dani- you can’t be doing that type of thing without-” he stops himself from saying me, instead says “someone around to help.”

“Well there was no one around to help, and it was making me mad, so I went to fix it up. It’s my goddamn house now, I’m responsible for it, and you don’t gotta sit here and lecture me when you don’t give half a shit no-how.” Her nose scrunches up, and she looks away from him. He feels unmoored, lost in the sway of her mood, unable to buoy himself against her independence. 

When he doesn’t respond, she continues, opening up the floodgates,

“And the daffodils,” she moans, voice thick with abject misery, “my Mammy’s fuckin’ flowers are ruined. That stupid fucking panel on the porch roof came loose and the six foot ladder is tall enough to get me up there but it’s still too fuckin’ slick for me to get up there and fix it proper and I just,” at this, she looks at her knees grinding up against the porcelain, brows knitting and a fresh crop of tears welling up and spilling over her lashline, “feel like I’m not doing them right. Not taking care of their house. Not taking care of them.”

He’s close enough to her, leaned up against the edge of the tub, he could press his forehead to hers. He thinks about it, thinks about pressing himself against her to snuff out whatever’s hurting her so bad. Denying himself this tenderness feels like the last thread of control he has here, and he’s hanging onto it with all he’s got.

“Oh, hey now- just. Shhhh, it’s alright,” she’s not quite crying anymore, moreso just filling up with water, and whatever’s holding him together falls all apart instantly, “No need to fret over it, tidbit, no sense in getting worked up so bad. I’ll help you fix it, huh? Got a toolbox in the truck out front.”

He finds his mouth is pressed up against her hairline then, as if he could press the words into the soft pink matter of her brain to make them stick. It’s a pain in him that creeps in again, one that calls back the murky after-images of tiny tiny palms, shredded by an asphalt driveway- one that opens up a hole inside him which goes straight down to the middle of the earth, yawning all the long way down. The way she trembles up against him, though she tries to hide it, meets up with various regrets and guts him clean.

“Rust, how come you’re like this to me? You’re mean, and you’re nice, and then you just rinse and repeat and I never know what to do,” Dani’s voice sounds brick-thick, like she’s been building a house to keep the words in, and is awful surprised at their using the front door to be spoken aloud.

“You think I’m mean, huh?” Huffing a laugh through his nose, he continues, “Nah, I just think you ain’t been told ‘no’ enough recently.”

“I get told no all the time- no more Mammy, no more Papa, no more sunshine, no more cards, no more roof. No more whiskey,” she sniffles, all pitiful and petite; toes the near-empty bottle across the ledge of the tub to prove her point, “no more you.” 

Her eyes shift from the whiskey, to her foot, to the bottom of the porcelain, and back to up him again. There’s a pleading there, when her gaze finds his again, that he doesn’t know if he likes. She’s asking something of him again, asking him to let the mourners through. If he tries to find the steel force of will he felt before, it eludes his grasping. He hates to see her like this, run down and awful again like there was no one in the world who held her dear. “I’m not saying no, Dani, I’m just askin’ you to not do whatever you want all the time. You can do that, huh? You’re a smart cookie, you can do what I tell you.” His voice goes soft where he tries to make his point, like it meets the target and melts. Nothing in him has an edge right now, and it’s disarming in some unplaceable way. He prickles at the affect she has on him, how she softens parts of his resolve, and he aches to clamp his molars down on whatever it is she has that makes him want to braid her hair and keep her hands smooth. He feels the bit slip higher in his mouth, almost willing to go where she takes him, and tenses at it. When Dani senses it, she tries to sluice herself away, tries to curl back into quilts and down pillows where she thinks she’s safe. 

“You’re mean sometimes, Rust, but it’s okay,” she sighs there, the knobs of her spine rolling against the wall, “I won’t mind. S’easier to figure you out when you are. When you go soft I don’t know where to start, so. I can deal with mean.” The smile she gives him is diluted, displaced. Eyes watery, lips curling in complacency he knows she doesn’t want to mean. He wants to bite clean through her bottom lip, earn some anger, her blood-tinged spitting. He doesn’t completely know what he wants, but he’s dead set on getting something true and unfettered out of her someday soon. 

“And I think I should say sorry for how I was actin’ the other day. It wasn’t nice, and I didn’t mean it anyway. Sorry for calling you a bitch. I think something’s wrong with me, ‘cause when I’m upset sometimes I just wanna burn everything down”

“S’okay, sometimes I do the same. I shouldn’ta been so hard on you, I know you get lonely up here.” 

His voice is uncharacteristically sheepish then, his turn now to be surprised by what comes out of him when he’s not trying to keep a lid on. The quiet lulls back in between them, and he gets up to find some kind of first aid kit to wrap her hand up to keep it from going bad. When he finds it under the sink, he settles in to bandage it proper with gauze and medtape, a routine that seems second nature. When it smarts, she sucks her teeth, so he soothes her like a wounded animal, with his voice.

“I got some errands I gotta run outta town this week,” he says, searching her face for disappointment he knows he’ll find, “so if you could stay put till Sunday, I’d be pleased as anything. You can do that for me, can’t you? got enough to do around the house?” 

Asking in lieu of telling is as close as he’ll let himself get to what he really wants, which is to chain her to his bathroom sink and come back Monday morning to rub her ankles in bag balm after kissing ‘em sweet. The urge to stuff her mouth and dress her in a cotton nightgown rises rapidly, alarmingly close to the surface of his skin, but he relaxes his fists and it overrides the compulsion until he’s speaking in the tone he needs to with her. The way he wants to keep her could eat him whole, drown them both; makes his eyelashes itch. He never knows what to do when that need comes calling. 

“I can play nice, Rust. I’m unruly, but I ain’t simple. Where do you keep going, anyway? Ain’t no way you’re off doing business for Bob, I’ve seen liquor bottles in that bar that are from the cretaceous period,” she chuckles as she says it, rubbing the back of her hand after he sets it back down against her chest. She’s very obviously trying to keep some levity in her breath, though what it seems she really wants to know is how bad she can be while still playing by his rules.

He doesn’t want to answer, but finds himself willing to. Could be because she grew up around here, had guardians who loved her and probably wanted something good for her; she could know something about anything that would lead him somewhere. More likely is he just wants to give her something to bite down on, some little morsel of himself she can keep close to keep her stewing until he gets back. 

“You know them Tuttle schools, Baptist ones, they started popping up around here in the 90s? I’m just curious about how things were running then, why they closed down, stuff like ‘at. Curious, is all, call it a history hobby.” He makes it seem so casual, so pedestrian, even though it pains him a little. He finds that he takes it so serious, it’s especially difficult to lie about it to Dani, who doesn’t know hardly anything about him, but would keep his secrets in spite of all his spurning. 

“Uh huh, they had a few of ‘em set up down here when I was little, everyone knows ‘em. I went to Shepherd’s Flock for a year or two growing up, before my grandparents put me in public school. They were nice, from what I remember, we got to play outside a lot, and there were always a bunch of adults around so it was hard to misbehave. Got a lot easier in the public system, obviously, but,” her shoulders hitch up toward her ears, as if it’s a given. As if the admission hadn’t sent a pulse through his spine at the mention of her ever being in a place that could have caused her danger when she was so small, something Rust hadn’t scarcely considered until now. 

His lips twitch to the side where she can’t see, the need to chew on his cheek rising unimpeded through every atom in his body. 

“Ain’t that something? Tell me more.”

“Not much to tell,” shrugging again, like she has no idea that the world he’s found here in her company is now colliding with one so sick and upended, “lots of rules, and there was always so many people around you couldn’t pick your nose without someone breathing down your neck and threatening to smack you over it. I liked being outside, ‘cause I could look at all the bugs and stuff on the playground, and there was this kid who was always nice to me, so sometimes we’d make up stories about how we were fairies and they were like, our subjects or something. Think he was a little fruity even then, but he was always sweet to me and it meant I wasn’t really lonely.”

“You remember his name? Seems like a lot of kids got displaced when them schools shut down,” the even tone of his voice is forced, and he’s thankful as fuck for her being a little tipsy yet, else she’d call him on it. “Mmm, started with a T for sure, something like Teddy or Thomas, kinda hard to remember back that far. It’ll come to me,” she says, shaking her head a little as if to clear the cobwebs, “you want something to drink? I think there’s tea in the cupboard, or some beers in the fridge. Got cheese too, if you want some cheese and crackers.”

Grinning up at him, sated and hopeful, they make their way down the stairs to the kitchen. Rust watches as she ambles about in her perfectly comfortable little world, gray sweats slung low around her hips, mis-matched socks scrunched up around her feet. She putzes about, opens the fridge with an eyebrow raised in his direction, to which he nods. Two Budweisers appear on the table before him, and she plops down in the seat before a look of surprised delight flashes across her face, and then she’s up at the fridge again, taking out a block of cheese. While she’s standing at the counter beside the stove, he picks at the chipped veneer on the rounded edge of the table, trying hard not to press a line of questioning he feels destined to go down. She does it on her own, though, when she sets down a plate of ritz crackers and unevenly sliced cheddar in front of him.

“Tony! It’s Tony, the kid I was friends with then. Tonyyyy… Boebert,” she draws out the last syllable of a first name, and it’s like the first golden bugle of the morning to him then. A name, a time, a place. She beams with it, this morsel of information hard-won through the backlogs of her memory. He files it all away, reminds himself to remind himself to pay a visit to Marty on his way home to do some sifting through files.

When she plops herself down in the chair kitty-corner from him and pops the top on her beer, she toys with the tab and looks to be working up some kind of courage, if the way she refuses to meet his eye says anything at all. In lieu of speech, she drags her finger down the can to wipe off the condensation, column by fingerprinted column, making him think of some far-flung reality where he licks it from the pads of her fingers and is endlessly satisfied.

“I been thinkin,” she starts, pulling him gently from his wishing, “I been wanting to go fishing, but I don’t really have anyone to go with- and it’s just,” a little sigh again, like she always seems to do when she doesn’t know she can ask for what she wants, “It’s more fun going with someone, y’know? When you can bring a cooler and sit in the silence and all. If I’m good while you’re gone, you’ll take me, won’t you? Like one morning before you open the bar or somethin’? Good bass fishing in the lakes around here, I think.”

He waits until her eyes flick up to meet his to offer her his best put-on paternal smile, one that says ‘anything you ask, sweet one’, and lets his shoulders relax even further. He knows she needs this, needs to see him slack the rope a bit. Anyhow, he finds himself wanting to give more for getting less around her. 

“And this is you, what? Trying to square a deal?”

“I mean, I guess so. Why, you considering the odds? I’m not such bad company, am I?” she asks, playful as if she has no idea their toes are touching beneath the table, that the single point of connection affects him on what feels like a cellular level.

“I could be amenable; if you’re on your best behavior and I don’t have to find you in any shade of trouble again.”

“Promise,” she offers her pinky over to him across the oak table, an olive branch, “I’ll play safe.” 

He takes her pinky in his, because it feels sweet to, and he can afford it now that she’s pliant.

“I’ll be back Sunday morning, I’ll come get you around 5, how does that sound?”

“Like a plan,” she answers, glitter in her eyes and a shit-eating grin stuck on her face.

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🤔 Why Am I So Moody? Blame the Blood Sugar Rollercoaster! 🎢😠

Ever feel like your mood is swinging wildly for no apparent reason? 널 One minute you're fine, the next you're irritable, suddenly anxious, or crashing with fatigue? While many factors influence our emotions, one major sneaky culprit might be hiding in your last meal or snack... 🍪🍩🥤

It's the infamous Blood Sugar Rollercoaster. Here’s how it messes with your mood:

The SPIKE: When you eat foods high in processed sugar or refined carbohydrates (think candy, soda, white bread, sugary cereals) without much protein, fat, or fiber, your blood sugar shoots up rapidly. You might feel a temporary burst of energy or even euphoria.

The Insulin Rush: Your body releases insulin to quickly shuttle all that sugar out of your bloodstream and into your cells. Sometimes, especially with large sugar loads, it overreacts.

The CRASH: Insulin works too well, causing your blood sugar to plummet quickly and fall below optimal levels (hypoglycemia).

THIS is where the mood swings kick in. That crash isn't just about feeling physically tired. Your body perceives low blood sugar as an emergency and triggers the release of stress hormones like cortisol and adrenaline.

This hormonal surge can manifest as:

Irritability & Snappiness: Hello, "hangry" monster! 😠

Increased Anxiety or Jitters: Feeling suddenly worried or on edge. 😟

Sudden, Overwhelming Fatigue: Brain fog descends, energy vanishes. 😴🌫️

Difficulty Concentrating: Your brain needs stable fuel! 🤔

Intensified Cravings: Your body screams for another quick sugar fix to bring levels back up, perpetuating the cycle. 🍭

What Sends You on This Ride?

Sugary drinks (soda, sweetened coffees, energy drinks)

Candy, cookies, pastries, doughnuts

White bread, white pasta, white rice (especially eaten alone)

Many processed breakfast cereals

Large amounts of simple carbs without balancing nutrients

How to Get Off the Rollercoaster & Stabilize Your Mood:

It's all about keeping blood sugar levels steady:

⚖️ Balance Your Plate: Always aim to pair carbohydrates with protein, fiber, and healthy fats. These slow down sugar absorption. (Think apple + almond butter, not just apple juice; chicken + brown rice + veggies, not just pasta).

🌾 Choose Complex Carbs: Opt for whole grains (oats, quinoa, brown rice), legumes, fruits, and vegetables. Their fiber content helps stabilize blood sugar.

🍽️ Eat Regularly: Avoid skipping meals, which can lead to blood sugar dips and subsequent overeating/poor choices.

💧 Stay Hydrated: Dehydration can sometimes mimic hunger or fatigue.

🧐 Read Labels: Be mindful of added sugars hiding in processed foods (sauces, dressings, yogurts).

Your food choices directly influence your brain chemistry and emotional state. Fueling your body consistently with balanced, whole foods isn't just good for physical health – it's fundamental for mental well-being too! ✨

Do you notice a link between what you eat and how you feel emotionally? 👇 Got any go-to balanced snacks that keep you steady? Share below or reblog if this resonates!

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The Illusion of Health

How Junk Food, Fast Food, and Processed Foods Lead to Silent Damage

In today's fast-paced world, convenience often reigns supreme. The allure of junk food, fast food, and processed snacks has woven itself into the fabric of daily life, offering a quick solution to hunger, stress, and even emotional cravings. Many of us believe we can indulge in these quick fixes without consequence, trusting the allure of their marketing and the assumption that they won’t harm us. But behind the veil of convenience, there’s a dangerous truth we’re often unwilling to face until it’s too late: our liver and kidneys, the silent warriors that detoxify and filter out harmful substances from our body, are quietly bearing the brunt of our dietary choices.

The Sweet Deception of "Healthier" Processed Foods

It’s easy to be misled by the clever packaging and "healthy" claims plastered across processed food labels. Words like "low-fat," "sugar-free," or "fortified with vitamins" trick us into thinking we're making healthier choices. We bite into a granola bar with claims of boosting our energy, or snack on a bag of "light" chips without considering the preservatives, trans fats, or hidden sugars inside.

Processed foods are often engineered to taste irresistible and have a long shelf life, but their true cost is much more than the dollar amount on the price tag. Over time, these foods flood the body with synthetic additives, excessive sodium, and unhealthy fats. While the immediate effects may seem minimal, these toxins accumulate, and the body, in its remarkable resilience, pushes through until it can no longer cope.

The Fast Food Fantasy: Convenience Over Health

Fast food chains make it easier than ever to feed ourselves in minutes, and the convenience is undeniably tempting. A burger, fries, and soda are quick, cheap, and satisfying — but how often do we stop to think about what we’re actually putting into our bodies? These foods are typically high in refined sugars, unhealthy fats, and sodium. The portion sizes are often excessive, and we’ve grown so accustomed to them that they no longer seem like indulgences, but a normal part of life.

What’s worse is that many fast foods are engineered to be addictive. High levels of sugar, salt, and fat trigger our brain's reward system, making us crave more and more. We become so accustomed to the temporary pleasure that it’s easy to ignore the long-term damage building up inside. The liver, responsible for breaking down toxins, bears the brunt of this overload. When it’s constantly working overtime to process excessive sugar, fats, and chemicals, it eventually begins to show signs of wear and tear.

The Unseen Damage: Liver and Kidney Suffering

The liver is the body's detox powerhouse. It filters out toxins, processes fats, and helps manage the breakdown of nutrients. But when bombarded by high levels of processed sugars, artificial ingredients, and unhealthy fats from junk and fast food, the liver struggles to keep up. Over time, this chronic stress leads to fatty liver disease, a condition where fat builds up inside liver cells, impairing its function and potentially leading to cirrhosis.

Similarly, our kidneys, responsible for filtering waste from the blood, aren’t immune to the toll of poor dietary habits. A diet rich in processed foods, excessive sodium, and low in hydration can lead to kidney stones, dehydration, and even kidney failure. But these conditions don’t develop overnight. The damage is gradual and silent, often going unnoticed until it’s too late.

The Cycle of Ignorance: Why We Don’t Listen

Despite the growing body of evidence about the dangers of processed foods, fast food, and junk food, many continue to ignore the warnings. Part of the problem lies in the immediate gratification these foods provide. The temporary pleasure of a delicious meal overrides the long-term risks, and it becomes easy to convince ourselves that we’re immune to the consequences.

There’s also the issue of misinformation. We are constantly bombarded with advertisements that make fast food appear tempting, trendy, and even healthy. We hear conflicting advice about what’s actually good for us, leading to confusion and, in some cases, complacency. It’s much easier to indulge in a burger and fries than to prepare a balanced meal from scratch. We push aside the concern of "maybe it’s not so healthy" with a shrug because we’ve yet to feel the full impact.

When the Body Speaks: The Wake-Up Call

It’s only when the damage becomes too severe for the body to hide that the wake-up call happens. When your liver or kidneys start to show signs of distress, whether through pain, fatigue, swelling, or more serious medical issues like jaundice or kidney stones, it’s too late for simple fixes. Years of eating foods that were once seen as harmless have caught up with you.

At this point, the liver may have reached a stage where detoxification is no longer possible without intervention, and kidney function may be impaired, requiring medical treatments like dialysis. The consequences of a diet centered around junk food and fast food don’t just affect the body — they affect your life, quality of health, and longevity.

The Path Forward: Choosing Prevention Over Regret

The good news is that it’s never too late to make a change. The body is resilient, and with the right care, the liver and kidneys can heal. But the first step is recognizing that junk food, fast food, and processed meals, despite their convenient and often seductive allure, are not harmless. Replacing them with whole, nutrient-dense foods — fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains — can help reverse some of the damage done and prevent further harm.

The real health comes from making choices that nourish the body, not just temporarily satisfy cravings. Don’t wait for the wake-up call. Listen to the warnings now and start investing in your future health before the damage becomes irreversible. The power to change is in your hands.

In the end, health isn’t just about how we feel today, but how we’ll feel tomorrow, next year, and decades down the road. It’s time to take control and stop feeding our bodies with the illusion of health. The reality is far too important to ignore.

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What is Tea Burn? A Comprehensive Guide to This Trendy Weight Loss Solution

In today's health-conscious world, people are constantly on the lookout for effective ways to shed those extra pounds. One trendy solution that has been making waves in the fitness and wellness community is "Tea Burn." But what exactly is Tea Burn, and does it live up to the hype? In this article, we'll delve deep into the world of Tea Burn, exploring its origins, ingredients, benefits, and potential side effects. So, grab a cup of your favorite tea, and let's get started!

The Origins of Tea Burn

Tea Burn is not just your ordinary cup of tea; it's a specialized blend designed to aid in weight loss. This tea has its roots in ancient herbal traditions from various cultures worldwide. For centuries, people have turned to herbal remedies to promote wellness, and Tea Burn is a modern evolution of these practices.

The Herbal Infusion

One of the key aspects of Tea Burn is the herbal infusion process. It involves carefully selected herbs and botanicals known for their potential to support weight loss. These include green tea leaves, oolong tea, and a blend of natural herbs like ginger, cinnamon, and turmeric.

The Ingredients: What Makes Tea Burn Effective?

Green Tea Extract

Green tea is renowned for its high levels of antioxidants called catechins. These compounds have been shown to boost metabolism and promote fat oxidation. In Tea Burn, green tea extract is a crucial ingredient that aids in weight loss efforts.

Oolong Tea

Oolong tea offers a unique combination of caffeine and antioxidants. It can help increase energy expenditure and fat burning, making it an excellent addition to the Tea Burn formula.

Ginger and Cinnamon

Ginger and cinnamon not only add flavor to Tea Burn but also provide benefits like reducing appetite and stabilizing blood sugar levels. These ingredients contribute to Tea Burn's effectiveness in supporting weight loss.

How Does Tea Burn Work?

Boosting Metabolism

Tea Burn works by kickstarting your metabolism, making your body burn calories more efficiently. The combination of green tea extract and oolong tea helps increase your metabolic rate, which is essential for weight loss.

Appetite Control

Ginger and cinnamon in Tea Burn act as natural appetite suppressants. They help you feel fuller for longer, reducing the urge to snack between meals and ultimately aiding in weight management.

Fat Oxidation

The catechins in green tea extract promote the oxidation of fat cells. This means that your body can break down stored fat more effectively, leading to weight loss over time.

Benefits of Tea Burn

Now that we've explored how Tea Burn works let's discuss the benefits it offers to those looking to shed excess pounds.

Natural Ingredients

Tea Burn is composed of natural ingredients, making it a safe option for those who prefer to avoid synthetic supplements.

Increased Energy

The caffeine content in Tea Burn provides a gentle energy boost without the jitters associated with some weight loss products.

Improved Digestion

Many of the herbs in Tea Burn support healthy digestion, reducing bloating and discomfort.

Long-term Weight Management

Tea Burn isn't just a quick fix. When incorporated into a healthy lifestyle, it can assist in long-term weight management.

Potential Side Effects

While Tea Burn is generally considered safe, it's essential to be aware of potential side effects. These may include:

Caffeine Sensitivity

Individuals sensitive to caffeine may experience restlessness or sleep disturbances.

Digestive Upset

Some people may experience mild digestive discomfort due to the herbal ingredients.

Allergic Reactions

In rare cases, individuals with allergies to specific herbs in Tea Burn may experience allergic reactions.

Conclusion

Tea Burn is a promising option for those looking to support their weight loss journey naturally. With its blend of herbal ingredients, it offers benefits like increased metabolism, appetite control, and fat oxidation. However, it's essential to consult with a healthcare professional before adding any new supplement to your routine, especially if you have underlying health conditions.

FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions)

1. Can Tea Burn replace my regular cup of tea or coffee?

Tea Burn can be consumed in addition to your regular beverages, but it's not intended to replace them entirely.

2. How long does it take to see results with Tea Burn?

Results may vary from person to person, but some individuals may start noticing changes in a few weeks of regular use.

3. Is Tea Burn suitable for vegetarians and vegans?

Yes, Tea Burn is typically suitable for vegetarians and vegans, but it's essential to check the product label for any specific ingredients.

4. Are there any dietary restrictions while using Tea Burn?

While there are no strict dietary restrictions, maintaining a balanced diet and regular exercise can enhance the effectiveness of Tea Burn.

5. Where can I get access to Tea Burn?

You can get access to Tea Burn by visiting this link for more information and purchasing options.

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Unlock Your Best Health with Rashi Chowdhary – The Leading Nutritionist in Dubai

In the vibrant city of Dubai, where lifestyles are fast-paced and demands high, maintaining optimal health is a priority that can easily get sidelined. Whether you’re a working professional, a busy parent, or someone navigating health challenges, expert nutritional guidance can make all the difference. Rashi Chowdhary stands out as a compassionate and skilled nutritionist in Dubai who offers tailored nutrition solutions designed to empower you to live your healthiest life.

Why Choose Rashi Chowdhary – The Best Nutritionist in Dubai?

Rashi’s reputation as the best nutritionist in Dubai is built on her personalized, science-based approach to wellness. She understands that no two individuals are the same, and health plans need to reflect your unique body, lifestyle, and goals. Rashi doesn’t believe in fad diets or quick fixes. Instead, she emphasizes sustainable lifestyle changes supported by evidence-backed nutrition principles.

Her extensive experience enables her to tackle complex issues like hormonal imbalance, digestive disorders, and metabolic health. Clients who consult Rashi benefit from improved energy, weight management, and mental well-being — all critical aspects of a balanced life.

Tailored Solutions by an Experienced Indian Dietician in Dubai

One of Rashi Chowdhary’s unique strengths is her expertise as an Indian dietician in Dubai. This cultural insight is invaluable for the large Indian expatriate community living in Dubai. Rashi recognizes the importance of traditional foods and spices in her clients’ diets and integrates these cultural elements into her nutrition plans thoughtfully.

By respecting cultural preferences and balancing them with health needs, Rashi ensures her clients enjoy their meals while achieving their wellness goals. This personalized cultural approach makes her a standout among dieticians in Dubai.

Specialized Weight Management with the Best Nutritionist in Dubai for Weight Loss

Weight loss can be an overwhelming and frustrating process, especially when generic diets fail to deliver results. Rashi Chowdhary is recognized as the best nutritionist in Dubai for weight loss because she addresses weight challenges holistically.

She examines factors such as metabolic rate, hormonal balance, and lifestyle habits to design effective weight loss strategies. Her approach focuses on nourishing the body with whole foods, regulating blood sugar levels, and optimizing gut health — all essential for safe and lasting weight loss.

Her clients often report not just pounds lost, but also enhanced energy and improved overall health, making her the go-to expert for weight management in Dubai.

Support and Care from a Dedicated PCOS Dietician Dubai

Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) affects many women worldwide, including a significant number in Dubai. Managing PCOS requires a nuanced understanding of hormonal and metabolic intricacies. Rashi Chowdhary is a trusted PCOS dietician Dubai who offers targeted nutritional guidance to alleviate symptoms and promote hormonal balance.

Her customized diet plans focus on improving insulin sensitivity, reducing inflammation, and supporting reproductive health. Women working with Rashi often see improvements in menstrual regularity, skin condition, and weight control, helping them regain confidence and control over their health.

Experience the Difference with a Good Indian Dietician in Dubai

Choosing the right dietician can be a critical step in your health journey. Rashi Chowdhary is widely regarded as a good Indian dietician in Dubai because of her approachable, empathetic, and professional care. She takes time to understand your concerns, educates you about nutrition, and creates actionable plans that fit your lifestyle.

Her clients appreciate her ability to simplify complex health information and her dedication to supporting them every step of the way. With Rashi, nutrition becomes not just a treatment but a sustainable lifestyle.

Taking the First Step: Connect with Rashi Chowdhary Today

If you’re ready to prioritize your health and well-being, Rashi Chowdhary is here to guide you. Visit Nutrition In Sync to learn about her services, explore client testimonials, and schedule a personalized consultation.

No matter your health goals — whether weight loss, managing PCOS, or simply feeling your best — Rashi’s expertise as a leading nutritionist in Dubai will empower you to make lasting changes and unlock your full potential.

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10 seeds that can burn fat and support weight loss

1. Chia Seeds: The Fullness Factor

These tiny black-and-white wonders absorb liquid and expand in your stomach, making you feel fuller for longer. Rich in omega-3s, fiber, and protein, chia seeds help control blood sugar and prevent sudden cravings.

👉 How to use: Soak 1 tbsp in water overnight and drink it the next morning for a metabolism boost.

2. Flaxseeds: Your Fat-Burning Friend

Flaxseeds are fiber-rich and contain lignans that support belly fat reduction. They also keep your digestion in check and improve heart and hormone health.

👉 How to use: Always grind them before eating—sprinkle over yogurt, blend into smoothies, or mix into roti dough.

3. Fennel Seeds: Bloat Buster

Not just a mouth freshener—fennel seeds help with bloating, aid digestion, and even reduce hunger. They also support metabolism, making them great after meals.

👉 Quick tip: Boil 1 tsp in water, steep for 5 mins, and sip like a detox tea post-lunch.

4. Pumpkin Seeds: The Crunchy Metabolism Booster

Also known as pepitas, these seeds are rich in protein, magnesium, and iron. They help your body burn fat more efficiently and are perfect for snacking.

👉 Snack hack: Roast them with a pinch of salt and paprika—healthy and delicious!

5. Sunflower Seeds: Hormone Helpers

Loaded with healthy fats and fiber, sunflower seeds help regulate hormones, especially useful if you're dealing with weight gain due to stress, PCOS, or thyroid imbalance.

👉 Toss them into: Oatmeal, trail mix, smoothies, or salads.

6. Sesame Seeds: Ayurveda’s Secret

A staple in Indian kitchens, sesame seeds are rich in calcium, fiber, and sesamin—a compound that promotes fat burning and supports digestion.

👉 Try it in: Stir-fries, chutneys, or even homemade laddoos for a guilt-free treat.

7. Nigella Seeds (Kalonji): The Ancient Weight-Loss Hack

Used in traditional medicine for centuries, kalonji helps control blood sugar and inflammation—two key factors in effective fat loss.

👉 Easy fix: Add a pinch to your curries, parathas, or salad dressings.

8. Hemp Seeds: The Muscle-Friendly Fat Burner

Hemp seeds are high in protein and omega-3 fatty acids, making them great for muscle repair and fat metabolism. They also help reduce sugar cravings.

👉 Add to: Smoothies, porridge, or protein balls.

9. Watermelon Seeds: The Underrated Gem

Yes, even watermelon seeds are a great source of zinc, iron, and magnesium—all of which aid metabolism and digestion.

👉 How to use: Roast and eat as a crunchy snack or sprinkle on fruit bowls.

10. Basil Seeds (Sabja): Cool, Hydrating & Weight-Loss Friendly

These seeds swell up like chia seeds and are amazing for digestion, bloating, and appetite control. Plus, they help cool the body—perfect for summer!

👉 Use in: Lemon water, coconut water, or faloodas.

11. Cumin Seeds: Spice That Melts Fat

Cumin seeds boost digestion and reduce fat storage. Studies even suggest cumin may help reduce body fat percentage over time.

👉 Pro tip: Boil 1 tsp cumin seeds in water and drink it warm first thing in the morning.

12. Fenugreek Seeds (Methi): The Morning Metabolism Kicker

Soaking fenugreek seeds overnight and drinking the water in the morning is a well-known home remedy. It helps curb cravings, boosts insulin sensitivity, and supports fat loss.

👉 Morning ritual: 1 tsp soaked in water overnight—drink the water, chew the seeds

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Energy Drinks Affect Your Health & The Importance of Meditation in School

In today’s fast-paced world, students and young people often seek quick ways to boost their energy and manage stress. Two common approaches they turn to are consuming energy drinks and practicing meditation. While energy drinks might seem like a fast fix, their effects on health can be harmful. On the other hand, meditation offers a natural, effective way to improve mental well-being, especially within the school environment.

Energy Drinks Affect Your Health

Energy drinks have surged in popularity due to their promise to increase alertness and stamina. However, these drinks typically contain high amounts of caffeine, sugar, and other stimulants that can negatively impact your health. Excessive caffeine intake may cause increased heart rate, anxiety, insomnia, and high blood pressure. For adolescents, whose bodies are still developing, these effects can be even more pronounced and potentially dangerous.

In addition to cardiovascular risks, the high sugar content in energy drinks contributes to weight gain, diabetes, and dental problems. The rapid spike and subsequent crash in energy levels can leave individuals feeling fatigued and irritable. Over time, frequent consumption of energy drinks may lead to chronic health issues, including mental health problems like heightened anxiety and mood swings.

Given these risks, it’s important to limit energy drink consumption and seek healthier ways to maintain energy and focus.

Importance of Meditation in School

Meditation is increasingly recognized as a powerful tool to help students cope with stress and improve concentration. By practicing meditation regularly, students can calm their minds, reduce anxiety, and enhance emotional regulation. These benefits contribute to Importance of Meditation in School improved social interactions.

Meditation encourages mindfulness, helping students focus better in class and manage distractions more effectively. It also fosters emotional intelligence, allowing young people to handle challenges with patience and empathy. Physically, meditation lowers stress-related symptoms and promotes overall well-being.

Many schools have started incorporating meditation sessions into their daily routines, witnessing improvements in student behavior, mood, and learning outcomes.

A Balanced Approach

While energy drinks offer a temporary boost, their long-term effects can harm health, especially for young people. Meditation, in contrast, provides lasting benefits that improve mental, emotional, and physical health. Encouraging students to adopt meditation practices in school can create a healthier, more focused learning environment and reduce the temptation to rely on energy drinks.

In conclusion, understanding how energy drinks affect your health and embracing meditation as a healthy alternative can help students thrive both academically and personally. Schools that support meditation are investing in the well-being and future success of their students.

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Simple Foods, Powerful Transformation: Natural Ways to Boost Your Energy Every Day

Transforming your energy levels doesn’t require a complete lifestyle overhaul. Sometimes, the most powerful changes come from something as simple and essential as the foods you choose every day. Imagine starting your morning feeling refreshed, powering through the afternoon with sustained focus, and ending your day with enough vitality to enjoy what truly matters.

That kind of energy isn’t just a dream—it’s attainable through nourishment from nature’s most energizing foods. Here’s how to fuel your body for optimal performance and lasting vitality.

1. Whole Grains: Fuel for the Long Haul

Whole grains—like oats, quinoa, and brown rice—contain every part of the grain seed, which makes them rich in complex carbohydrates and fiber. These break down slowly, providing a consistent supply of glucose to your brain and muscles.

Try this: Start your day with a bowl of oatmeal topped with berries or a slice of whole grain toast with avocado.

2. Nuts & Seeds: Small but Mighty Energy Sources

Almonds, walnuts, chia, and pumpkin seeds are loaded with healthy fats, protein, and minerals like magnesium, which helps convert food into energy at the cellular level.

Quick tip: Snack on a handful of nuts between meals or blend chia seeds into your smoothie for a lasting energy kick.

3. Hydrating Fruits & Veggies: Nature’s Energy Elixirs

Even mild dehydration can zap your energy. Water-rich foods like cucumbers, oranges, and watermelon not only hydrate but deliver essential nutrients like vitamin C to help combat fatigue and improve iron absorption.

4. Berries: Sweet, Antioxidant-Packed Powerhouses

Instead of processed snacks, go for blueberries, blackberries, or strawberries. Their antioxidants help protect cells from stress, while fiber prevents blood sugar crashes.

5. Bananas: Nature’s Pre-Workout Snack

With a combo of natural sugars, potassium, and vitamin B6, bananas offer quick, sustained energy and are perfect for mid-day slumps or pre-workout fuel.

6. Lean Proteins & Leafy Greens: Your Lunch Upgrade

Chicken, eggs, lentils, or chickpeas paired with spinach or kale create a nutrient-dense meal that fights fatigue. Iron from greens supports oxygen transport, while protein repairs and builds muscle.

7. Healthy Fats: Lasting Energy with Brain Benefits

Fatty fish like salmon, olive oil, and avocados offer omega-3s that reduce inflammation and support cognitive function. These healthy fats help keep your energy high and your brain sharp.

8. Greek Yogurt with Fruit: Gut-Friendly Recharge

Unsweetened Greek yogurt delivers protein and probiotics that support digestion and energy production. Pair with berries or banana slices for a balanced, satisfying snack.

9. Energy-Boosting Spices: Small Sprinkles, Big Results

Spices like turmeric, cinnamon, and ginger are anti-inflammatory, digestion-supporting, and energy-boosting. Infuse them into teas or sprinkle them over your meals to enhance flavor and vitality.

10. Green Tea: Calm, Focused Energy

Green tea offers a gentler alternative to coffee. Its blend of caffeine and L-theanine sharpens focus while preventing energy crashes—perfect for sipping throughout the day.

More Ways to Level Up Your Energy:

📚 Recommended Reads

“Eat Smarter” by Shawn Stevenson – Dive deep into how food choices impact energy and brain function.

“The Energy Paradox” by Dr. Steven Gundry – Explore how to beat fatigue and boost energy naturally.

“How Not to Die” by Dr. Michael Greger – Discover the science of how diet influences longevity and vitality.

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Final Thoughts

Energy isn’t just about caffeine or quick fixes. It's about consistent nourishment from powerful, natural foods. With each mindful meal and snack, you’re not only fueling your day—you’re building a future of vitality, focus, and unstoppable energy.

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The Hidden Power of Metabolism: Unlocking the Secret to Sustainable Weight Loss

When it comes to shedding pounds, many of us focus on calories in versus calories out — but the real hero of the story is often overlooked: metabolism . This intricate biological engine doesn’t just burn energy; it shapes how efficiently we lose weight, maintain muscle, and even feel energized throughout the day. Understanding its role can transform your weight-loss journey from frustrating to empowering.

What Is Metabolism — and Why Does It Matter?

Metabolism refers to the chemical processes that convert food into energy. At its core lies your basal metabolic rate (BMR) , the number of calories your body needs to sustain basic functions like breathing and cell repair. While some people inherit a faster metabolism, factors like age, muscle mass, and lifestyle choices play a bigger role than genetics. For instance, building lean muscle boosts BMR, while crash diets can slow it down — a survival mechanism that backfires on modern dieters.

How Metabolism Influences Weight Loss

A faster metabolism doesn’t automatically mean easier weight loss. The key lies in metabolic flexibility — your body’s ability to switch between burning carbohydrates and fats efficiently. Insulin resistance, hormonal imbalances (like leptin or thyroid issues), and chronic stress can disrupt this balance, making fat loss stubborn. Conversely, a well-supported metabolism thrives on nutrient-dense foods and activity, creating a sustainable calorie deficit without deprivation.

Boosting Metabolism Naturally: Science-Backed Strategies

Prioritize Protein : Protein-rich foods increase the thermic effect of food (TEF) , meaning your body burns more calories digesting them. Plus, protein preserves muscle during weight loss.

Strength Training : Lifting weights or doing bodyweight exercises builds metabolically active muscle, which torches calories even at rest.

Stay Hydrated : Water fuels metabolic reactions; dehydration can slow them down.

Sleep & Stress Management : Poor sleep disrupts hunger hormones, while chronic stress spikes cortisol, promoting fat storage.

The Role of Diet and Exercise: Quality Over Quantity

While cardio burns calories, combining it with high-intensity interval training (HIIT) can elevate post-workout calorie burn — a phenomenon called EPOC. Diet-wise, focus on whole foods: fiber-rich vegetables, complex carbs, and healthy fats (like omega-3s) stabilize blood sugar and support metabolic health. Avoid ultra-processed foods that trigger inflammation and insulin spikes.

Conclusion: Respect Your Body’s Rhythm

Metabolism isn’t a magic bullet — it’s a dynamic system that responds to consistency, not quick fixes. Sustainable weight loss happens when you nourish your body, move mindfully, and view metabolism as a partner, not an obstacle. By aligning your habits with its natural rhythms, you’ll unlock lasting results — and feel stronger, energized, and more connected to your health journey.

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What is your favorite weight loss hack?

Regarding weight loss hacks, my top recommendation isn’t a quick fix—but a highly effective strategy that works long-term. My favorite is adopting the ketogenic diet because it taps into your body’s natural ability to burn fat while keeping you full and energized. Here’s why it stands out and how to maximize your results.

Why the Ketogenic Diet Is a Game-Changer

Unlike traditional low-calorie or low-fat diets, keto focuses on shifting your body into a fat-burning state called ketosis. By drastically reducing carbs and increasing fat intake, your body stops relying on glucose for energy and begins breaking down stored fat.

Here’s why it works so well as a “hack”:

Appetite Control: Healthy fats and proteins keep you full longer, so you’re not fighting constant cravings.

Efficient Fat Loss: With carbs out of the picture, your body consistently burns fat for fuel.

Energy Stability: No more blood sugar spikes and crashes; your energy stays steady throughout the day.

Quick Start Results: Many people notice an initial drop in water weight within days, which can be super motivating!

Practical Keto Tips to Hack Your Results

To make keto as effective and stress-free as possible, try these tips:

Meal Prep Like a Pro: Batch-cook keto-friendly meals and snacks like grilled chicken, deviled eggs, and fat bombs. This minimizes the temptation to grab carb-heavy convenience foods.

Track Your Macros: Use an app to monitor carbs, fats, and protein. Staying within these ranges is key to maintaining ketosis.

Stay Hydrated: Ketosis naturally flushes water from your system, so drink plenty of water and consider replenishing electrolytes with supplements or salt.

Focus on Nutrient-Dense Foods: Build your meals around low-carb vegetables, high-quality protein, and healthy fats like avocado and olive oil.

Give Yourself Grace: It’s normal to slip up occasionally. Just get back on track without the guilt!

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A Little Taste of Art

It was still raining a little bit around 6 a.m. when we first awoke. We went back to sleep. The rain had stopped by the time we got up, around 8 a.m., and it remained cloudy for most of the rest of the day, though there was some blue sky here and there, but no more rain is forecast for the next week. It dropped to 44 degrees last night. The high today did manage to reach 60.

My blood sugar rose to 157 this morning. That is up a bit but still under 160, the number I consider to be the borderline.

Nancy and I had our coffee and played the Saturday brain games. Some of them were more difficult than usual, perhaps because we started before drinking enough coffee to have our brains working.

I had a quick chat with Tony, the fellow from Phoenix who is working on the NA history book with Carol, who called yesterday to enlist my help. He clued me in on the attachments from the emails, and I agreed to start working on any adjustments needed.

After we had oatmeal for breakfast, I spent more time working on the history book cover art. There are two different templates—one for Amazon, the other for another print company—and they each have their own different size adjustments. Carol and Tony and I hope to enlist the original artist to help fix the dimensions. In the meantime, I’ll try to come up with some ideas of my own.

Just about the time I was reaching the end of my patience with the task, we finally headed out to do some other things. Our first stop was Old Crow, where we grabbed a mocha. Then we went east on OR 126 to Leaburg, where the McKenzie River Artist’s Guild was holding their annual art show and sale at the Leaburg Fire and Training Center.

I made a quick circuit around the place, while Nancy engaged in conversation with a few of the artists. She bought some cards from a local photographer and a bottle of lavender spray from the owner of a lavender farm where a fair will be held later in the summer.

A little after 2 p.m. we arrived back at Craig’s Lucky Logger Restaurant in Walterville for a late lunch. I had a French dip and Nancy got a cheeseburger. They both came with fries, which I was happy to decorate with ranch dressing. We had eaten there once before, but we were more impressed with the food this time.

After the meal, we took Camp Creek Road to reach Marcola Road, then drove out to Nancy’s daughter’s place for a visit. We wound up taking the three dogs for a walk out to the old family ranch, where Kalen had been working earlier in the day to clear out the old place and get it ready for rehabilitation. Earlier in the week, Kurt spent some time scraping lots of moss off the roof of the place.

While we were walking the dogs, we wandered over to see Herb, one of the people who rents space on the family land. Herb has been through some health problems over the past year, but he is doing much better lately, and today we were introduced to his new puppy, who is the second canine in Herb’s care.

Back at Kalen’s, Nancy got some more honey and a chunk of banana bread just before leaving to head home. Kurt and his buddy, Aaron, returned from a day out golfing near Corvallis as we were ready to go.

It was after 6 p.m. by the time we got home, and because lunch had been late, we were not in the mood for a big dinner. So we made do with some pita chips and hummus and cheese, then enjoyed our dark chocolate peanut butter cups for dessert.

Our Saturday evening streaming schedule started with the second episode in the “Wolf Hall” follow-up. Then we took in the second episode in “The One That Got Away,” the crime drama on AcornTV about serial murder in a small Welsh community.

Sunday is expected to be another sunny day, with clear blue skies right from the morning through to the evening. Tonight’s low will be around 38 degrees, while the high might only make it to 60. Nancy and I have already made the decision to miss church tomorrow, and I reached out to my Stream Team colleague Joe to take on the computing duties. With nice weather on hand, I’m sure we can find something else to fill the bill.