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A Cure for Crohn’s Disease

I’m going to do it, guys. I’m going to find the cure for Crohn’s disease.

First, a few premises:

I have Crohn’s disease. I was diagnosed over 20 years ago. At this point, “having Crohn’s disease” is a pretty entrenched part of my identity.
Second, I’ve done the drug merry-go-round to manage my disease. Guess what? It didn’t work. In fact, it made my life much worse. SIBO.
Removing all the fiber from my diet and finally getting an infected dead tooth out of my mouth have allowed my body to eradicate most of the excess bacteria.
I’m in better health than I’ve possibly EVER been in my life, without drugs.
And yet, I’m not perfectly healthy. My guts are still messed up.
And even more yet, when I score myself on the Crohn’s Disease Activity Index, I score a 70—IN REMISSION.

Now we can plough on to the meat of the matter. From Guru Anaerobic:

Crohn’s disease and Ulcerative Colitis are particularly vicious types of inflammatory bowel disorder (IBD). According to medical experts (and support organizations like ‘Crohn’s and colitis UK’) both conditions are life-long and irreversible. Current opinion is that they are caused by a mix of genetics, autoimmune derangement, environmental triggers, maybe microbiome – whatever.

Very often the sufferer doesn’t realize they have a problem (there may have been signes which went unnoticed) until a major flare-up occurs. For serious flare-ups a short course of steroids may be prescribed, but not for too long due to side effects. Once the flare-up has subsided the general advice is that a life-time of immunosuppressants or ASA’s (a certain class of drugs) are required – the rationale being these drugs will help prevent future flare-ups recurring (they don’t). Without drugs another flare-up may not occur for years, no one knows.

In between flare-ups the sufferer is said to be ‘in remission’.

The sufferer will always be in remission even if they never have another flare-up. ‘In remission’ makes the individual a life-long victim, a life-long sufferer. In the case of IBD they are a victim even if they are completely asymptomatic. If drugs had no downsides there would be no problem, take them like smarties.

After an injury (or disease) the last thing to heal is the mind; I realized this when I had a running injury (one of many) which had healed. Whilst I was warming-up for an 800m race a friend shouted to me, “Mark, why are you limping?!” – even though my injury had resolved I still held it in my mind and was unknowingly (sort of) taking my weight off the leg where the injury had been.

Ok, one could argue that “in remission” means ‘to take care what you do so the condition doesn’t return’, but we all act in a certain way so we don’t suffer from something don’t we? You don’t eat cake, chocolate and jelly beans everyday because you might get fat [If you were once obese and lost weight, are you in remission?]. I don’t smoke as smoking is related to a host of diseases and conditions – is my life diminished because I don’t smoke?

The alcoholic is not an alcoholic, the IBD sufferer is not an IBD sufferer. If they are not suffering from any effects they are no longer a sufferer. They are not in remission – they do not have the condition; they are cured, they don’t need any drugs. Could they one day suffer from the condition again? Possibly, if they don’t acknowledge there are certain things they shouldn’t do, But this doesn’t make them a life-long sufferer, in the way that I can’t constantly eat sh*t or smoke.

We need to get rid of the term ‘in remission’ and replace with ‘free from’. Being in remission makes you a victim, it’s like a slavery mindset.

Much like I refused to be a slave of the modern medical system, I refuse to be a slave to Crohn’s disease. For my whole life, I’ve refused to let Crohn’s define who I was, or what I could do. After a while, it started to feel like a shackle that prevented me from living the life I wanted. I was in danger of succumbing.

Now, the sheer wonder of my body’s ability to heal has me looking to the stars again.

What does this tell me?

It’s time to preemptively work on getting Crohn’s out of my head. Time to summon everything I know about mantras, and do the mental work while my body does the physical work of healing and rebuilding.

“I am free from Crohn’s Disease.”

That way, my mind doesn’t have to catch up to my body. God willing, they can heal together.

You steer where you look, so it’s time to look at a cure, at healing—at freedom.

It’s the end of World Carnivore Month 2019

2019-01-31 / childlike empress / 0 Comments

What a more perfect time is there to reflect on what an ideal carnivore future might look like.

The typical carnivore line is “eat steaks!” and, let’s be real, steaks don’t have much complexity to them. Steak is delicious, but it’s simple. Cooking steak is a craft that can be honed, but it’s not the same as taking 3 days to prep for a feast. And so, with eating mostly meat, my kitchen skills have been put on the back burner.

Enter Tara at @slowdownfarmstead. She’s mostly carnivore, lives on a farm, and raises, hunts, or grows all her own food. Her freezers are full of grassfed, organic beef and lamb, venison and pork, ghee and all sorts of good things.

Tara has shown me that it is possible to be both a strict carnivore AND a good cook. Her diet is varied in a way that I’d like mine to be: fowl and swine and cow, juicy steak and pate and raw-milk cheese, homemade charcuterie and cultured buttermilk and stock.

I present lunch, hubby’s plate, mostly from our farm: grass fed and finished lamb chops cooked in homemade ghee and topped with a foraged and dehydrated wild mushroom salt, braunschweiger made with rabbit livers and heart, bacon and duck liver paté topped with ghee, dried mushrooms used as crackers, prosciutto, raw sheep cheese, a couple of cured egg yolks, and a cuppa’ lamb bone broth from yesterday’s lamb shank supper. @slowdownfarmstead

I mean…look at that plate. Look at it. Such a range of flavors and textures, of mildly processed foods (braunschweiger!) and straight-up meat.

I’m in love.

Tara also advocates fasting, based on the writings of Thomas Seyfried. She was not the only influence into my recent forays into fasting, but she certainly showed me that one can fast, still eat well in between, and heal from deep-seated chronic ailments.

It’s easy to romanticize the homestead life, Tara reminds us that life is still life, and that life on a farm is not as glamourous as we like to think.

It’s not all Martha Stewart sipping chai while she braids bacon over a terrine. It’s Tara, with goose poop in her hair, reminding herself to be a little more grateful than frantic. A little injection of reality lest my pretty IG pictures suggest I’ve got it all together.

Most of all, I’m inspired to dig out my copies of Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume I and Nourishing Traditions. Before I started weeding plants out of my diet, I loved cooking. For a long time, baking made me happy—but even after cutting grains and sugars out of my diet, I found joy in trying new dishes and inventing new, interesting ways to eat food.

Now, I mostly cook burgers and the occasional tuna steak (#currentfave). I had kind of given up on being a “cook” again, with the idea that once I fine-tuned how to cook a perfect steak, I’d have reached the end of what one can cook as a carnivore.

Oh, how wrong I was. And I’m happy to be wrong.

Now, I’m re-inspired to cure egg yolks, make my own sausage, and try frying up some pig’s ears. Experimenting with organ meats and offal. Cultivating relationships with local ranchers.

It’s gonna be a delicious year.

The view from the other side of Christmas

2019-01-03 / childlike empress / 0 Comments

I was way liberal with my diet in December. Between the tropical vacation, the death of a family member, and the holidays, I rediscovered that I am an emotional eater.

Instead of holding to the straight and narrow path, I ate delicious goodies. Cheese, dark chocolate, gin & mineral water, a spoonful of guacamole, and coffee coffee coffee.

Nothing too horrible (God forbid I eat a blueberry!) but definitely a lot o things on the “no” list.

Everything was delicious. I regret nothing.

I will say, however, that on the other side of things I can feel the inflammation creeping back into my brain.

My bowels hurt, when they didn’t before.
My brain is foggy, when before it was fine.
My mood is down, my sleep less efficient.
Overall no bueno.

Time to return to the path.

Life as a Carnivore (World Carnivore Month 2019)

2018-12-31 / childlike empress / 0 Comments

January is World Carnivore Month. That’s cool.

To me, it is January.

I’ll go back to my life after a season of indulging in treats like cheese and dark chocolate and gin. Time to eat clean and healthy for a spell. (And spend some time trying out my new Cuisinart Griddler, which is replacing my beat-up ol’ Foreman grill.)

Many positive things entered my life when I decided to try eating only meat and other animal products.

Yes, being a carnivore has helped me stop craving sweets and binge-eating carbs. Yes, being a carnivore has given my body the environment it needs to heal from over two decades of autoimmune disease. Yes, being a carnivore has given me more energy than I’ve ever known, which has led to more travelling and more time in the gym (hello, muscles!).

It could be easy to paint the carnivore diet as a magic cure—the holy grail that you’ve been searching for that will cure all your aches and pains, make you feel younger and healthier, and cause the sun to shine on you even in the rain.

Some people on the carnivore forums spin those tales. They claim that their lifelong ailments were cured in a few days, or that they lost a bunch of weight without trying, or that their depression lifted or whatever. Maybe this was their experience.

In my experience, healing takes time even when you’re eating a strict diet. Change is difficult. Results take time, and optimizing requires lots of trial and error. Even under a new paradigm, you have to test and change your assumptions. Other people’s promises don’t always apply to you.

The thing about life as a carnivore, is that it’s just that: life.

I wake up, I go to sleep. This way of eating does not exempt me from needing rest. In fact, it has underscored how much I need a full night’s sleep. Without the “buffer” of carbs and the luxury of copious amounts of coffee, lack of sleep shows up quicker.

I pack my lunches and cook dinners after work. Carnivory does not supply me with hot meals on command (I wish!), nor does it mean that I never think about food. Sure, eating this way is a lot simpler, but I still have to figure out when prep meals for the week or what I’m going to eat if I’m going out somewhere. Now that I’m somewhat established, I’m finding that it’s time to become more adventuresome with eating—time to try out the organ meats and “off” cuts that I have been avoiding.

I struggle with stress. One thing eating like a carnivore taught me is that one does not simply solve all problems through a dietary intervention. Sure, diet can solve a lot of underlying problems, but it can’t solve everything. Moving forward, I need to learn to manage stress. If I don’t, no amount of clean eating can help me.

I still need to exercise. Abs or no abs, diet doesn’t provide the benefits of exercise. I still have to do the work, whether its with calisthenics on my living room floor or with free weights at the gym.

And I still monitor my portions. Despite what some people say, we don’t all need to eat 4lbs of ribeye every day. I didn’t start losing weight until I made peace with eating much less (and waaaay less fat than I thought). These days, I eat roughly 1 – 1.5 pounds of lean meat per day, plus a few extras (like beef sticks, coffee, and a little cheese).

For years, I searched for a “magic bullet” that would make all my health problems disappear. For a while, I hoped the carnivore diet would be that solution.

But the real solution—the real thing that being a carnivore has taught me—is that there is no magic pill. There’s no quick trick to getting what I want. No holy grail.

The real magic comes from doing the work—from learning what my body wants, and needs—from making the mistakes and recovering from them. The answers are in me—they always have been—I just need to stay on the straight and narrow path instead of straying looking for shiny magic answers.

My body has everything it needs to heal. I just need to stay out of the way.

If you’re trying out the carnivore diet this January, welcome! This is a great way of eating.

I made it this far without taking a biology class

2018-11-15 / childlike empress / 0 Comments

Ah, the human body.

It’s a wonderland, it’s a toxic waste dump.

Mine has gone through some major changes in the last few years. Fighting SIBO. Quitting all prescription drugs. Switching to an all-meat diet.

Everything that I know about biology I’ve learned ad hoc because it was functional information to me at the time.

I’ve cobbled together this incomplete constellation of biological knowledge—just enough to get me through but definitely not enough to help me solve some of the finer conundrums of my experience with excess bacteria.

Such as: if SIBO exists in the gut, why did so much of the bacteria (or remains of dead bacteria) get excreted through my skin?

The thing about dealing with a thing like SIBO is that there’s very little sanctioned scientific research about it. When it’s not even acknowledged by most medical providers, it’s not going to be on some scientist’s research bench.

Which means you have to observe what happens and come to conclusions on your own. And that process is much easier with the knowledge of biology.

I’m satisfied with the trajectory that my health has taken (UP!) but it still amuses me that I’ve done it all without the luxury of even a high school biology course.

Ima rectify that situation soon (though through reading, not a high school course) because I have some questions that Dr Google is not answering to my satisfaction.

Macrophages, yo.

Why I decided to get serious about my health

2018-10-23 / childlike empress / 0 Comments

A friend of mine recently asked me to write a distilled version of my journey to health (boy that sounds hokey). My health journey. The long and arduous road that I took to finally not being at the mercy of any random doctor.

Also know as one of the best things I’ve done with my life.

I figured I’d try out a version here. We’ve talked enough about my recent health developments that you could use some backstory.

I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease when I was six years old. That’s not very old, in the scheme of things, especially when you consider that most people are diagnosed with Crohn’s disease when they are more like 18 years old.

This doesn’t sound like a problem, but it does complicate things. For one, there are fewer pediatric gastroenterologists who know anything about small children with the disease. And two, there are a lot fewer resources from which to learn anything, especially if you’re a parent whose child now has an uncurable disease.

And what does one do when thrust into this situation? One listens to the doctor, of course. And really, why shouldn’t you? They’ve been trained to handle this, they have mountains of evidence and papers on their side, and they have An Answer held out to you on a silver platter.

This particular answer was Prednisone. I was prescribed a 60 mg dose of Prednisone as a six year old child. 60mg!! I was prescribed 90 mg when I had pneumonia as an ADULT. Can you imagine what that does to a child? Reader, I hallucinated. Practically crawled out of my skin.

Perhaps that has something to do with my utter disinterest in psychedelic drugs as an adult.

Anyway, my parents and I muddled our way through my childhood and early teen years. We saw specialists at the children’s hospital, consulted dietitians, went to Crohn’s & Colitis Foundation of America-sponsored seminars, but I ended up “graduating” from my pediatric gastroenterologist to an adult gastro at age 13.

That was the immunosuppressant era. My immune system would be suppressed for the next 16 years. I took my first imuran at 13 and did my last Remicade at 29, so…yeah. That’s a long time to be without an immune system.

For the record, I don’t recommend it.

However, getting immune suppressed allowed me to finish high school like a normal person and go on to college without worry about my health all the time. I could get away with eating like trash, so I did. My last year, I’m pretty sure 75% of my diet consisted of Cheez-its and chocolate that were smuggled into the computer lab.

In grad school, though, I had this feeling that something would have to change. I was tired of getting IV infusions all the time, and of being worried about insurance costs. It got worse when I graduated and started supporting myself—wiping out my entire savings to cover one infusion before the subsidy kicked in, taking the first job I was offered because it had stellar employer-sponsored coverage.

Insurance wasn’t what made me change my life, but it definitely provided incentive.

At one point, when I was doing a new consult with a naturopath, I told him that it was my goal to get off of Remicade, the IV immunosuppressant I was on at the time. And then it just slipped out: I wanted to get off insurance, too.

“Oh, no, that’ll never happen,” the doctor said. (He wasn’t my doctor for very long, tbh.)

Frankly, what I meant was that I didn’t want to be dependent on insurance, or owned by insurance. I wanted to get to a place where I could survive without insurance if I had to. At that point, it seemed like a complete impossibility. I stopped thinking about it.

What I did think about was my diet. I tried all sorts of approaches: the Specific Carbohydrate Diet, IgG/IgE allergen testing with a rotational diet, paleo (sometimes with the 80/20 stipulation), paleo autoimmune, low-FODMAP, and eventually all of them put together.

Doing work on my diet meant that I needed some expert help, which is why I had started seeing naturopaths. I started to research more than just diet, and strongly suspected I had Small Intestine Bacterial Overgrowth (SIBO). When my normal gastroenterologist just shrugged off my questions, I basically walked away from the MDs straight into the arms of the NDs.

From there, I tackled SIBO head on and started the (painful) process of ridding myself of 16 years’ worth of built-up bacteria. It was not a fun couple of years, but that work had to be done.

I quit all but one of my prescription drugs, and lived a normal life for a while.

But let me tell you something about bacteria colonies—they don’t like to die. They will craftily devise plans to NOT DIE. So you must fight them, aggressively.

Somewhere in the middle of trying the keto diet, almost completely losing control of my bowels, and still struggling to rid myself of bacteria, I learned that it was okay to only eat meat.

I cannot describe to you the depths of RELIEF that I felt those first few weeks as a pure carnivore.

No more angst about vegetables—which to eat and how to prepare them, and how much fiber is enough, and if I try this new thing how might my body react and in what proximity to a toilet do I have to hover for the next several hours?—all of that, gone.

Carnivory was not the 100% answer. I did not magically heal overnight.

I’m still healing, still having less-than-stellar bowel movements, still struggling with bacteria.

But my eczema has decreased to almost nil. I have control over my bowels again. When I’m rested, and not stressed, things almost return to normal. I have the confidence to live my life, and I know that things are heading in the right direction. I can feel it in my bones, and in the energy I have that I’ve never had before.

There are still things I’m tweaking. I need to learn how to reduce my overall stress levels and sleep more. Not everything is diet.

My health is not perfect yet, but I’m finally in a place where I don’t worry about insurance. I don’t have to. All my treatments are food or they’re completely free.

I have achieved that impossible goal.

Carnivore Meal Ideas

2018-10-08 / childlike empress / 0 Comments

This is not going to be a fancy post. This is going to be a post of some of the things that I eat for dinner.

Most of which is not fancy.

Chicken cooked in duck fat with a side of scrambled eggs

NOT FANCY, I tell you. Duck fat is actually pretty easy to get these days if you go to Whole Foods or a co-op or other specialty store. I just bought a jar of Epic brand duck fat in my attempt to replace butter, and I’m liking it so far.

Buy a package of stir-fry cut chicken breast at the grocery store, and then fry it in duck fat. Leave the fond in the pan. Then, make slow-style scrambled eggs on top of it, incorporating the fond into the eggs. Delicious.

Lamburgers

Ground lamb + Hawaiian red sea salt + Foreman grill. Delicious.

Egg in a hole, carnivore-style

I’m lucky in that one of the grocery stores near me smokes their own pork and sells it shredded. Scatter a handful of that on the Foreman grill, hit it with some Hawaiian red sea salt, and heat until it’s crispy. Meanwhile, whip out that non-stick pan of yours and fry yourself a couple eggs—try to hit the over-medium stage where the yolks are really velvety. When the meat is done, pile it on a plate and lay the eggs over. To eat, break the yolks and enjoy the beautiful sauce that has just enveloped your crispy pork. Delicious.

Instant pot chicken soup

Buy a bunch of chicken drumsticks and throw them into the Instant Pot along with a carton of no-weird-stuff-added chicken bone broth. Punch a bunch of buttons until the Instant Pot starts doing things, and hope it’s doing something that will eventually cook the chicken. After a few rounds of this, let your chicken cool and then pull off the rubbery skin and remove the bones.

I’m still getting the hang of the Instant Pot.

Chicken Soup

2018-10-04 / childlike empress / 0 Comments

Some people love chicken soup.

I am not one of those people.

And yet, when my gut is acting up one of my first instincts is to make it. The InstantPot makes it much less of a chore—no more waiting around for hours while it simmers. (Although that can be nice, too.)

The problem is, once I’ve made a big pot of chicken soup, I don’t want to eat it.

I put it off, like one of those chores that you build up in your mind until it becomes a huge unsurpassable mountain of dirty laundry, or an unending chasm of dirty dishes. And endless loop of chicken soup.

I always have to force myself to eat it.

When I do, it’s never as bad as I imagine.

Eat your chicken soup, people.

My energy levels as a carnivore

2018-10-01 / childlike empress / 2 Comments

The lowest energy I’ve ever been was the it took me an hour to put on a sock. I had showered and managed to get dressed like a normal person, but sock #2 was too much. (I had pneumonia.)

Even without pneumonia, my energy levels have never been great. Between a tendency to stay up late and an autoimmune disease, I was always running on empty.

I have a whole script set up to talk myself through really hard days, when I have to verbally encourage myself to do things like walk and stand up from a chair.

Last year, I started my one-year Batfort challenge about two weeks after going carnivore. This is not a coincidence. Even way back before any of the real healing started, I could feel it in my bones that I had the energy to start and sustain a long project like this.

Lately, what with moving and getting settled in a new place, I’ve been exhausted. Yet in my exhaustion I can do more than I used to be able to do on a good day.

This year I’ve gone on three significant trips, plus a couple spontaneous one-day road trips. I’ve written a novella. I’ve posted on this blog every day without fail. I’ve moved house. I’ve had a minor medical procedure done. And I’ve been on more dates than ever in my life.

I’ve never had more energy, and it just feels normal. I don’t feel any more special or energized, but I can do more with the time that I have.

None of this would have happened if I hadn’t taken a chance on the carnivore diet. All the traces of plant foods I eat now are just another reminder that I shouldn’t be eating any plant foods at all.

I think one of the other reasons I’ve been exhausted this week is that I’ve been eating really badly—things like coffee and cheese snax and spices (especially paprika and black pepper) that don’t play well with my insides. And yet, 32-year-old me could still outpace 16-year-old-me. No contest.

It’s inspiration to get back on track.

Let the healing continue!

11 ways to improve your life, according to the post-it notes on my fridge

2018-09-22 / childlike empress / 0 Comments

Are you the type of person who writes “notes to self” on random pieces of paper? I am.

My past is littered with random back-of-envelopes, receipts, scraps of paper, pages torn out of magazines, and all sorts of other miscellaneous objects. I’m working on corralling all my random ideas in a bullet journal. Post-it notes are a step up for me—at least they’ll stick to something permanent.

I’m packing today, and pulled a treasure-trove of post-its off my fridge, where they have been for months and which I have not looked at since I put them up. Let’s find out what my past-self’s idea for self improvement was.

Take a week in the mountains to test drive your ideal life

I say I want to live on property with trees and mountains and a creek. But is that what I really want? Better to test it with an Airbnb than to go all-in with a huge loan and a bunch of property that I don’t actually want.

Make your home 200% you—functional and interesting to look at

One thing that I’ve always regretted from every placed I’ve lived is that I left it unfinished. There were always plans for what I could do with the space that I never carried out. Now it is true that these days I have 200% more energy than I used to, so it is time to turn that extra energy toward making a cohesive living space. The defining idea is me and my goals–healing, investigation, creativity, hospitality.

EXHAUST YOURSELF EVERY DAY

I often don’t want to go to sleep at night (case in point, I’m writing this post at a time when I should be in bed). Some nights, I can’t wait to go to sleep—usually those are after days of hard work or hiking, when I’m physically exhausted. My intellectual brain thinks that it would be a good idea to tire myself out more, either through physical work or through creative work. Not sure how sustainable this is, but it’s worth a try.

Working out 3x per week has certainly helped with this.

Practice drawing—do you want to do art, or not?

Some of the boxes I’m packing are full of art supplies. Sewing, embroidery, drawing, painting, printmaking, calligraphy. I like doing art, in theory. But I don’t make it an everyday practice. At some point in the past few months I set an absolutely insane goal of doing a gallery show of my own work in 2019. If I’m going to meet that, I need to get to work.

And if visual art isn’t something I should be doing, I should bid goodbye to my supplies. Buying art supplies is like buying crack, though.

Try eating only chicken, pork, and fish for a week

Though my health has improved considerably since my switch to an all-animal products diet, my body composition is not where I’d like it. I’m not fat, but I’m fatter than I’d like to be. Building muscle has helped, but I’m still dialing in a good meat/fat/fast ratio for my goals. One strategy would be to eat leaner meats for a while. (However, I’m considering putting myself back into ketosis.)

FINISH STRONG.

I’m good at starting things, and less good at finishing them. I have to push myself if I’m going to cross the finish line with dignity.

Weekly Sunday ritual (singing hymns, nature)

When one can’t (or won’t) find a suitable church, one starts to come up with all sorts of excuses and rationalizations for what one could be doing on a Sunday to center oneself on the Lord.

I know that no church is perfect, but its looking like my bar for “good enough” is too high.

Start collecting actual photos of what you want—dream board

A few online guru types have recommended this. Start an actual inspiration board for the life you want. This is one of those ideas that’s so obvious that it hurts, and yet it’s so obvious that I don’t want to do it. Maybe I need to do this before spending a week in an Airbnb in the woods.

What else do you do because it feels like “you have to”

Oftentimes when I socialize with people I get disillusioned. I’m often socializing with people because “it’s good for me” or because “It’s just something that you do,” rather than because I genuinely want to. I try to avoid those types of social interactions.

This is a boundary I want to set up in other areas of my life.

Do ballet again even if you’re fat

Back in the day, I started lifting weights because I wanted to get in shape enough to do an adult ballet class. Lo and behold, I’ve never reached an “in-shape enough” stage to feel comfortable doing ballet again. I took a class a few years ago, but had to quit when I got pneumonia. It’s time to try again.

Spend only the necessary time at day job

I’m a very task-oriented person, who tends not to focus as much on the clock as I do on what there is to do. As such, I can sometimes get distracted at work and forget to leave on time. If I want to succeed at my out-of-work pursuits, I have to spend time on them. That means leaving work on time.

This is a good list. It’s very much influenced by self-improvement Twitter, but it’s my list. I like that. It makes me want to put these into action.

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