What You Can See and Touch
Sept. 8/26
Trust what you can see and touch over what sounds good on paper. I wrote that line about food this month, half-thinking it belonged only to food. By the end of the week it had shown up twice more, in a glucose graph and in an app I was about to delete, and I had to admit it wasn't a food principle at all. It's just how I check things now, whether the subject is a salad dressing, a night's sleep, or a piece of software I'd built half an identity around.
It started with my knees, which announce themselves most mornings before I've even swung my legs out of bed. I knew the word inflammation from the trees first — a scraped apricot limb that swells and weeps sap for weeks — long before I ever put it to my own body. Reading into anti-inflammatory eating, what struck me wasn't the list of foods to add. It was how much came down to what wasn't on the plate. A whole food carries its own structure; something's been done to it, or it hasn't, the same way an apricot packed and sold whole holds together longer than one that's been processed six ways before it reaches a shelf. The research is careful to say food is only one piece of a bigger picture — sleep, movement, stress, all of it tangled together — and I believe that the way I believe a crop depends on more than good seed. So the habit I sat with this week was a small one: one bottled dressing swapped for olive oil, vinegar, and whatever herb was still alive on the windowsill. Four minutes longer. Tasted like something instead of nothing in particular. I didn't need a study to check that. I needed a fork.
The glucose graph made the same point with more precision than a fork ever could, and it's where that bigger picture stopped being an idea and started being a chart. I laid two nights side by side on the Libre app — an 89 sleep score next to a 61, same dinner, same Mounjaro dose, same week. The good night was a flat, boring ribbon sitting in the 90s from midnight on. The bad night had shape to it: a rise near 2 a.m., another bump near 4. I know the research on cortisol and insulin sensitivity in fragmented sleep well enough by now. What the research doesn't show you is 3 a.m. in your own kitchen, half-asleep, wondering whether you're looking at a real pattern or just noise. A study runs forty people through six controlled weeks. My body runs the experiment every single night, with the wind shifting and Sophie deciding 2 a.m. is conversation time. The CGM doesn't explain any of that. It's a flashlight for walking the field after dark — it just shows me what's already there, and what was there, both nights, was a body keeping its own records whether I checked them or not.
Then there was Obsidian, which I dropped after building a fair amount of identity around its graph view and the promise that enough notes would eventually show their own connections, the way roots find water. They never did. I'd bought the pitch the way you buy a seed variety off a catalog photo — full color, no mention of how it does in your ground. The plain-text, no-lock-in thinking underneath it was sound. What wore me down was the upkeep: every note wanting tending, until it felt less like a garden and more like a field I'd let get away from me. Twenty-seven years of farming teaches you that walking off a piece of ground that isn't paying for the work isn't failure. It's arithmetic. Craft won the row not on features but on fit — it slides into what I already run, and it's got an MCP now that lets Claude read and write to it directly, so the notes stop being a separate room I have to go visit every time I sit down to draft.
None of this amounts to a large decision, and that's more or less the point. A practical person doesn't overhaul the pantry, chase a perfect sleep score, or rebuild a whole note-taking system in a weekend. A practical person swaps the dressing, lays two nights side by side and looks, drops the app that isn't earning its keep — small moves, checkable ones, the kind you can walk away from just as easily if they don't pan out. What they have in common is that they let the thing itself answer, instead of the packaging, the protocol, or the pitch. I've spent a long career reading signals in orchards and rice checks. I'm still slow at reading them in myself, in my own sleep, in my own workflow. But checking against what's actually there turns out to be the same habit wearing three different coats, and I trust it more than I trust anything that sounded good on paper first.
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This is a record of what I've read and observed, not medical advice. I'm not a doctor, and nothing here should replace a conversation with one. Any drug, dose, or treatment decision — Mounjaro included — is between you and your own physician. What works in my reading or in the field doesn't automatically apply to your situation.
From the Field:
Food Safety Recalls & Outbreaks — https://www.foodsafety.gov/recalls-and-outbreaks
Mayo Clinic — mayoclinic.org
Six Colors — sixcolors.com
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