We had a poster with “nutrition per calorie” and collard greens were at the top, I imagine kale is similar.
But you do need calories too!
I think dal with greens in it is probably the most nutritious. Love soup with meat but beans, greens, and rice feels so good and healthy, and has most of what you need for a day.
If the OP is asking for the most calorie dense soup, I would guess cheddar broccoli or cheddar cauliflower.
The unbrawlah. Any violence ends when you get within a meter or so of the umbrella when open. Not bounces off like a forcefield but like a zone of safety.
Relevant song. And a good one.
Walking is a very good start, yes. And start slow.
When you get high at night, go for a walk. Night walk is lovely.
Also whenever you think about it, stand on one foot, sounds odd but it’s good for your body. Little exercise breaks, go up the stairs and back down a couple of times.
Mostly I want to say - building a habit takes six weeks. Force yourself every day for six weeks. After that it gets easier because you will feel better on a day you exercise, than a day you don’t, and because you will have found the time of day that works. Habit works a lot better than willpower, but you have to power your way through those first few weeks. Commit to six weeks of daily something. Push ups, walking, whatever.
That is so young to worry about a career. What jobs have you been applying to? There are other ways to get into trades, if that’s what you want. Or just working at the grocery store, they seem to want to promote men so much more than women. All the managers at the ones around here started as baggers, all are dudes. If there is a Whole Foods, they have programs to learn butchering, cheese mongering, pizza making, baking.
But get a job first, any job. My kids all started out working at the skating rink, crap job but it’s so much easier to get a job when you have a job. Will your parents let you stay there and save money?
You know, I thought it was gone, spent my youth watching bands in garages and stuff, didn’t hear much about that anymore, community radio station still around.
But then my high schooler asked me to take her to a show in a church. A what? But we went and oh my goodness underground music is absolutely still around. There was a mosh pit, I wished I’d brought earplugs, way too loud for the space but there was a punk band, a speed metal band, and the band she went to see was the headliner - all local bands. It is still there, you just aren’t part of that world anymore.
With my ex MIL I stay friendly because she’s great in so many ways, and just act completely ignorant when she says something awful, for example:
ExMIL: I’m looking for a church but can’t find one that is Christian enough.
Me: Oh, I understand. So many are just so worldly now and not at all Christ like, they don’t welcome the stranger, they do that prosperity gospel nonsense, culture war bullshit instead of good works. That makes sense.
ExMIL: oh I meant they are too progressive, too loosey goosey (Paraphrasing)
Me: Huh?
Or
ExMIL: I don’t understand this trans nonsense.
Me: I know, right? Who gives a fuck what someone else says they are! You say you are a boy, you are a boy, it doesn’t have any effect on anyone else, I don’t understand the drama around it, at all.
Basically whenever I get a chance I just intentionally misinterpret it like there is no possibility that she meant that, because nobody could possibly mean that.
My kids call me “bean lady” for my love of beans. They are a perfect food.
Red beans and rice (red beans cooked with small chopped veg, long grain white rice)
Pinto beans on brown rice, with tahini.
Pinto beans on brown rice, with chili paste.
Pinto beans refried with breakfast.
Lentil dal with coconut milk and spinach (or lately with Hong Tsoi because it grows here, spinach is too fussy. )
Garbanzo bean soup with potatoes and chorizo.
Ful mudamas with pita and feta cheese and scallions
Channa masala so spicy, with chopped onion and mixed pickle, on white basmati
Red lentils and greens on sourdough toast. East with knife and fork.
Brothy enormous white beans cooked in veg broth but with a Parmesan rind or a bone.
I really truly love beans.
Most of my soups are of the Clear Out the Refrigerator variety, so all are inventions in a way, I guess.
But recently made a dal with red lentils, coconut milk, Hong Tsoi, and Berebere and wow it was good.
I have been saying that for about 40 years, can’t be the only one.
I don’t put tomatoes in salad or sandwiches (I don’t pick them out if they are in, but don’t affirmatively like them, texture and taste).
Onion and cheese are my non-negotiables in a sandwich. Pickled jalapenos or cucumbers can sub for tomato IMO. Fancy mayo can also be good for adding interest to a sandwich, or compound butter if you prefer.
For a salad, whatever the fuck you want can go in a salad! There is an Italian salad that is just shaved fennel, onion, oranges, and olives. I actually like it but my point is, if that can be a salad anything can. Also - if you like the taste of tomatoes but not the gloppy seed part, you can scoop that out of the tomato slices or just use the outside part and cut out the middle, like you would do with a bell pepper.
How do you feel about sun dried tomatoes?
The heck? I thought both eating and brushing sort of soften your teeth temporarily, so better not to eat right after brushing OR brush immediately after eating.
Never. Once I realize I am dreaming, I can act on my own. I try not to disturb or actively control the dream world though, always want to explore it.
I cannot imagine asking a guy his size. That is rude as heck.
If you have to answer “big enough” or “haven’t had any complaints” seems reasonable though honestly I’m having trouble putting myself into the mindset of someone who would inquire.
I mod the !cocktails@lemmy.world and usually will put something once a week or so. It sees slow and steady growth but not sure if I have much to do with that.
I have 2 at a time, and yes it’s so I can coordinate the scents with perfume.
I’ve been to England and Scotland, and agree with you, this was in the 1980s and their idea of a dangerous neighborhood cracked me right up. London had no areas equivalent to what counted as a dangerous area in my city (though we have made great strides in the US since then in reducing violence, believe it or not. And in my city even more so, we went from so rough to relatively safe).
I don’t think I would have called it free-er though? Safer for sure though, and healthcare so much better.
Are you kidding? 57 is interesting. From Wikipedia:
57 is semiprime, a Blum integer, and a Leyland number.[3]
The split Lie algebra E7+ 1 / 2 has a 57-dimensional Heisenberg algebra as its nilradical, and the smallest possible homogeneous space for E8 is also 57-dimensional.
Although fifty-seven is not prime, it is jokingly known as the Grothendieck prime after a legend in which the mathematician Alexander Grothendieck gave it as an example of a prime number, not realizing it was divisible by three. The same error was made by another famous mathematician, Hermann Weyl, in a published article.
This just came up today when I was talking to me husband but Jolie Lade - unconventional beauty, someone who is beautiful without being pretty or handsome.
Young, Dumb, Young Dumb and Broke.
Dude. If you got into college you aren’t dumb, and the good job may help your mood (as my husband says, money doesn’t buy happiness but sure removes a lot of the stresses and lacks that cause sadness.)
My best wishes to you, and also to that weird vegan who is in a similar situation. I can’t say things will get better but will say things CAN get better.