I feel sad about how many struggles you go through, Hippy.
It ain't right.
Then again, your descriptions of your times outdoors make me think of you as rich. Many, many layers of sight and recognition and joy at beauty.
I've also picked up the occasional bumblebee. Every animal awes me. Wonder.
Makes me mad that people who need fresh produce most can't afford it. Furious.
Well, I understand about sugar, too. I banished it from my house some years ago. Now I don't crave it any more. I do feel like crap after eating it, so I don't often. It doesn't feel like comfort or a reward, it feels like heroin.
So on we old ladies stumble and fumble but we still see. Breathe. Move. Rest. Watch. Wait.
hugs
Hops