My eBaying continues at a fairly relaxed pace. Money isn’t as tight as usual at the moment, I’m just keeping pace and keeping the eBaying moving. There is only one of my own constructions on there, a repainted class 47 body shell that might interest an N gauge model railway enthusiast. The rest of that engine is a class 56 now 🙂
The little Austin 7 van is complete but it’s not for sale. I gave this one to my son, who has steadfastly refused to take any boat or truck models into his house. He knows if I get one in there, it won’t be the end of it. The van now looks like this –
Ignore the dust and fluff. It’s N gauge, 1:148 scale and only 2 cm long. I didn’t notice dust when I took the photo. I took it off later. And yes, I glazed the windows and I’ll reveal the trick in a later model making post. There is another little van in preparation. It’s even smaller.
Making these little things is relaxing. It’s like meditation but there’s a product at the end of it. Something I can give away… or sell. It occurs to me that all railway modellers love this kind of tiny detail but most just want to concentrate on the trains. Background stuff – buy it and put it on the layout. There is a market for my ability here.
The point though is the relaxation part. Life is stressful these days and not just at work. We have people telling us what to eat and what to drink and how much exercise we should do and how much salt we are allowed to have and we mustn’t smoke or drink booze or eat meat or we’ll die.
You know, if you follow all the health rules to the letter, you’ll still die. You realise that, right? And you won’t necessarily die any later than you would have if you didn’t stress about the made-up crap that poses as science and instead just did whatever you felt like. In fact you’ll probably die sooner than you would have if you could just chill, and live. Live your life, not the one scripted by arses who think they know best. You never know, you might even enjoy it.
They don’t like the idea of you enjoying your life, these Righteous. They want you controlled and living as they direct. They will tell you you are fat when you aren’t, they will tell you you’re stupid when you correctly ignore the crap they spout, they will tell you that your life is unhealthy and wrong but who should decide that? Who decides how you live? You, or someone else? It’s up to you. Nobody controls you unless you let them. Do you really want to live as someone else’s puppet?
There is a doctor who doesn’t think prescribing pills for everything is the right way to go. There used to be a lot of doctors who thought that way. Now there are few. And yet even this one has missed the point.
Only his meditation suggestion has real merit. I don’t have my blood pressure or cholesterol checked. I think my cholesterol was checked once and it was normal, whatever that means. I know my blood pressure tends to be low and I compensate so I don’t spontaneously fall asleep too often. A good dose of salt in my diet helps with that – and you’d be hard pressed to find a modern medic who would dare suggest that an essential nutrient like salt was in any way good for you.
Sure, I’ll take medicine if I get sick. It’s rare but it can happen to anyone. I’ll take antibiotics if I have an infection. I’m not totally anti-medicine. What I will not do is take drugs ‘just in case’. I was not born to fill Pharmer bank accounts.
I am over 50. I am on no routine medication at all. I weigh a touch over 12 stone and there isn’t a lot of fat on me. There used to be when I was deskbound but not any more.
I only ever use real butter. I use salt whenever I feel like using salt. No measuring. I use real sugar, no chemical sweeteners. I drink energy drinks and other fizzy pop. I eat bacon and burgers and curry and chips and ready meals and crisps and chocolate and biscuits and cakes and I have never, ever counted a single calorie.
I eat deep fried haggis in batter, dipped in curry sauce. If you haven’t tried it you really should. I eat pakora and pizza and pasta. Tonight I had fried bacon in a garlic and coriander mini naan bread followed by tortelloni in a bacon and tomato sauce. Olive oil and butter included.
You can ram your lifestyle advice where the sun don’t shine as far as I am concerned. I will smoke and drink and eat as I see fit. I will not count calories. I will not measure how much salt and sugar I am eating. I don’t care.
That’s the only secret as far as I am concerned. I don’t worry about any of it. I can chill with model building or writing or just relaxing with a smoke and a whisky. None of this ‘you will live as directed’ shite bothers me because I ignore it all, and I am fit and healthy at 55. The NHS would love to deny my existence but here I am.
Forget all the diet plans, ignore anyone who tries to live your life for you. This is your life. Who is running it, you or some scriptwriting moron who neither knows nor cares what you want or what you enjoy? Someone who wants you to be an obedient drone and who cares nothing if that makes your life an absolute misery. Who is in charge of your life?
In the end, it’s up to you to decide.