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Throwaway. Title says it all. I don't really have anyone in my life to share this with as the follow up question will probably be "what's the reason?" And I don't want to deal with answering. But I got arrested May 29th 2023 and haven't had a drink since. It's been challenging at times, but I think it's for the best.
Noticeable changes I've experience:
My focus can be maintained for much longer.
I have a lot more patience and very rarely get angry at anything.
I can't leave tasks for another time. When I would get stressed about things I would have a drink and be able to put them off. But now that I'm not drinking if I don't handle whatever is stressing me out it just....lingers and gets worse. So thats been annoying ngl, but any issue I've had in my life is almost immediately fixed/handled.
I've realized that I like to combine drugs. Anytime I drank I needed to smoke weed or nicotine. Now that I don't drink, nicotine and weed just don't hit the same, and I'm 3 weeks off nicotine and about a month off weed. Saving a lot of money already.
I never thought I'd get over the guilt and shame of getting a dui, and still get some pangs of cringe when I think about that night. Having this upcoming anniversary of sobriety is helping me a lot with self forgiveness and those negative feelings. Kind of silly, but the proof I could do it has given me a lot of the confidence and self esteem back that I lost when I got my dui.
Anyway, figured I'd share. Hope yall are doing well and sending nothing but love.

Hello everyone, I am a hearing person and don't really talk about my diagnosis much with anyone but last year I was diagnosed with Meniere's disease which has caused only mild hearing loss in my left ear (I am at about pretty close to the "line" to dipping under it, but my right ear is considered "perfect" hearing) so far but Meniere's disease gradually ends up causing hearing loss to complete deafness in the affected ear(s). Currently it's lower pitch noises, whispering even in my ear, and lower volume other people can hear. The majority of this disease affects an older population but I am 23 which is uncommon. I was curious if anyone else has experienced this or inner ear issues creating hearing loss and how has that experience gone for you? How has integration into the deaf community been for you? I am already in the process of learning ASL through classes taught by Deaf people, I actually started before the diagnosis because my boyfriend's sister is Deaf and I live near TSD.
Thank you in advance for sharing your stories with me!

Hi all, I’m a 25 year old woman and I’m having my gallbladder out next week. I have some questions about surgery and recovery etc
Back story - So I had a baby 6 months ago and since his birth I started having these periods of horrific pain after eating, not all foods though just some foods, I’d get trapped wind and be burping for hours until the pain subsided, I genuinely didn’t know I had gallstones at this point! Then 3 weeks ago I had my “trapped wind” again at 3am (it was always waking me up from sleep) and I was vomiting for hours, I rang 111 as I’m in the UK and they told me it was a stomach bug and to rest but I was in AGONY. I couldn’t get comfy I couldn’t walk and I was delirious so my partner put me in the car and took me to A&E. turns out I had pancreatitis as well as gallstones, I was totally neglected in a&e for 36 hours and developed sepsis, pneumonia and on top of that I was the colour of a Simpson as I also had jaundice. Anyway after a 10 day stay in hospital when they finally took me seriously and treated it all they discharged me and told me my operation date to have this pesky organ removed. I’m still having attacks now, not bad enough for A&E but pretty bad, barely eating and I’ve lost 3 stone since the whole ordeal 3 weeks ago.
I’ve never been under general anaesthetic before. How does it feel when you come round and what pain relief will they give me? Will I stay in overnight? Will I be discharged with more than just paracetamol? Codeine doesn’t work for me at all, I don’t think my body breaks it down properly.
So I just want to know everyone’s stories with surgery, recovery and pain relief please? As I said I have a 6 month old little boy, I gave birth to him via C - section and had ZERO pain relief for that which was fun as you can imagine 😂
Sorry for such a long and rambly post, I know it’s routine and they do hundreds of them, but it’s not routine for me so I’m nervous of the pain and recovery and what to expect.
Thank you everyone 🤍

Long ago a friend of mine moved to a remote cabin in New England to commune with nature. There was a pond on the property and, it being summer, he went for a refreshing dip every day. Summer turned into fall, and the water got colder. My friend persevered and kept up his daily swim routine. Then came the day that he ventured to the pond and saw a sheet of ice covering it. Undeterred, he found a large rock, broke the ice, and entered the frigid water.
"I learned something very valuable that day," he told me. "When Mother Nature sees fit to cover the water with a barrier that the animals can't get through...she is trying to tell you something."
When I began in astanga I erred on the side of more is better. More flexibility is better. But I eventually learned that's not so. Our joints and muscles aren't simply knots of stiffness that are to be conquered. They all have their inherent barriers and boundaries, set in place by Mother Nature. Learning and practicing each asana isn't simply about going farther into the stretch; they're also about respecting these boundaries.
The million dollar question is how does one know the difference between stiffness to stretch through, and an anatomical boundary that should always be backed away from? I would say the short answer is to trust yourself. You may see advanced students or teachers doing things and think you should do likewise. But if it doesn't feel right, or seems unwise, it's best to err on the side of caution.
For example, when I was beginning astanga I'd often watch my VHS tape of Richard Freeman doing 1st series. No doubt, Freeman is a legend in astanga, one of the most impressive practitioners ever. But I'd see him crank his neck backward when doing prasarita padotanasana. OK, we're supposed to tilt our heads likewise and crank our necks back to the max. Or so I thought. Looking closely at a photo of Freeman in this asana, I see he was actually just doing a very deep upper body backend that only made it appear he was cranking his neck. In other words, Freeman was doing the posture correctly, but I was making a false assumption about how to properly do this asana.
I had a chiropractor friend who told me that most of his yoga patients visit his office because they hurt their necks doing setu bhandasana. And I must say, when I look at Freeman doing this asana, his neck does seem to be at maximum range of natural motion. I never hurt my neck doing yoga, but there's an extremely small difference between doing setu bhandasana correctly and hurting your neck, perhaps for life. The more distal a joint is, the less it feels pain when pushed to its limits. Until snap.
I feel that the same principle applies to heat in yoga practice. Heat is a very useful part of astanga yoga, and over time I've found that the vinyasas can work like heat regulators to provide the correct amount of heat. For example, if the room is cold, a minimum of 5 suryas and perhaps even full vinyasa until one feels hot enough. But when too hot, I found it's best to back off. Though experience I found that if I get too hot, it's time to stop or take a break; if it try to power though the heat, my body will just quit on me. One time I took a class in Hawaii with one of PJ's original students, and she had us doing the entire 1st series with full vinyasa (this basically means coming back into standing after every pose and doing a full surya). It being midday in Hawaii, this cooked me quick! I bowed out of class, which at the time I felt bad about, but it was just too much heat for me.
More heat isn't better. I've seen some people hardly sweat in a room like a sauna, while I was dripping. Speaking of saunas, I recently heard Joe Rogan say that he does an extreme heat sauna every day, at some absurd temperature, just to test his limits. I have great respect for Rogan, but there was another martial artist by name of Bruce Lee who probably died because of too much heat. In any case, I now feel that yoga is much more about working well within my boundaries, rather than trying to crash though those boundaries.

To clarify, she's not my(24f) little sister(14f), she's my boyfriend's little sister, but she's the closest thing to a sister I've ever had and I love her more than anything. This is her 4th attempt and she's in an inpatient program right now. She's gone through way more than I could ever think of, extreme bullying, fights, molestation, neglect from just about every adult in her family, and they are awaiting a child molestation trial for their father.
The problem that keeps arising is that she's feisty and hard headed and I think has bpd so she butts heads with family very often. We are an hour away and can't always go get her, so she isolates and spirals. I personally self harmed and attempted suicide a couple times for more self infected trauma so I can't totally relate to her but I'm trying. We've thought about asking her and their brother(16m) who's going down the same path about moving in with us as their mom has her own problems and is not helping but taking in two teens that have issues and refuse to listen is not something I think we're ready for.
On top of that, I'm holding in everything possible to not go off on their parents or grandparents. When I attempted and self harmed, my mom put me on full lock down, couldn't go anywhere unsupervised, do anything, pills kept away as well as all sharps, even had software to monitor whatever I typed into my computer or phone. These kids have not been in school for a year, are allowed to vape and smoke weed as they please, no medicine or sharps are locked away. They are left at home all day unsupervised, and can walk around town, where everyone gawks at them and bullies them. I know I'm not their mother and have no say but it completely infuriates me.
I mostly just don't know what to do anymore, we love her so much and she does too but no one is giving her the help she needs.

The biggest thing that stood out is that the AI often sways back and forth when shooting. Before they were very stiff and robotic in the way they stopped, aimed, and shot. It made them very, very predictable and with enough experience you could easily pick them off before they could react to you by abusing their robotic behavior patterns.
Now that they sway, it takes a little longer to aim, and sometimes they dip in and our of coveline of sight leading to a more prolonged fight. For me it feels more organic and engaging to fight them. Since the fights are longer, I'm also finding more value in seeking cover an taking the time to position/mount weapons instead of charging straight in.
AI reaction time seems faster, and I'm definitely feeling their accuracy penalty if I'm close in on them. It just feels better overall, previously there were many times where they would just stare off in the distance for several seconds even after I engaged. Even though they shoot back faster, not dying instantly, definitely the accuracy penalty. Finding that it leads to some tense engagements but still feels fair, and I'm finding it more enjoyable because everyone is just shooting at each other.
The AI pathfinding seemed to improve, seeing less running out in the open. While there is still noticeable clustering and lines of soldiers forming a train, there's definitely less of it, and it doesn't seem as sever to the point where they were stacking on top of each other. They also seem to stay put and shoot more instead of aimlessly walk around during a fight, this is likely that note were they don't seek far off cover. They also crawl into cover well after being downed, had several that had gotten away and survived because of it (both for my squad and enemy).
Overall the AI seems feels more organic, a little more threatening, and a lot more survivable. Feels like the games are slowing down a bit and being more tactical, yet still action packed now that the AI is doing a lot more shooting, and less dying. I feel like I can lean more on my AI squad mates to cover me, and it's a lot more engaging fighting other AI. Really glad how these AI changes turned out!

Hi Everyone! I dip in and out of the podcast and haven't been listening as frequently lately. I started 12 step recently, partly because of this podcast, and wondering if any of you can recall any specific episodes where Dax and/or a guest talk about their experience with addiction/recovery? I know he talks about this in nearly every episode but wondering if any of you remember specific addiction/recovery heavy conversations? Appreciate the help!

I realize this may not be the right place to post this, but figured the pet parents here would have the most experience with the topic of dog seizures and possible causes. Both of our dogs had grand mal seizures within 3 days of each other with no prior history of seizures. I’ll try to be thorough with things, but it will be long.
Dog #1 (Jupiter) Greater Swiss Mountain Dog, female, 101 pounds, 6 years old. Takes trazadone for anxiety and Proin for urinary incontinence.
Dog #2 (Selene) Border Collie, female, 46 pounds, 4 years old. History of elevated liver enzymes for unknown reasons and serotonin syndrome caused by trazadone.
They have both been OFF of flea/heartworm meds for several months because of the elevated liver enzymes. So we can rule that out as a cause.
We had an exterminator come to the house on Tuesday April 23rd. He used two products, one inside (permethrin based) and one outside (fipronil based). [ASPCA poison control and the manufacturer of these chemicals were consulted and both agree that these should not be connected to the seizures] They are never outside alone. They both try to eat grass sometimes. The area they use is just lawn and then rocks with some weeds growing in them.
5 days later (Sunday Apr 28) dog #1 starts wretching just before breakfast and that transitions into a grand mal seizure lasting approximately 2 minutes. Recovery was quick, maybe 10 minutes, was taken to emergency vet. Thyroid testing (normal), chest/abdomen X-rays (normal) and blood tests (normal except slight elevated bilirubin). Sent home on seizure watch.
3 days later (Wed May 1) dog #2 wakes up with our alarm, runs from couch to bedroom door and immediately goes into grand mal seizure that lasted 5 minutes. Urinated and defacated during seizure. We had cameras all over to keep an eye on the other dog at this point. Recovery was slower, she didn’t even try to stand up for 15 minutes. Went immediately to emergency vet. All bloodwork came back normal.
*At this point our vet is sure it’s got to be environmental. We throw out dog food, dog treats. Empty and thoroughly clean and sanitize water bowl. Wash all dog toys and their toy box. Mop all floors, clean all rugs, wash all walls. Moved and wiped down every piece of furniture. Power washed the foundation where pesticide was applied. We even washed the garage floor because that’s where they go in and out. We went back to making their food for them, so no more kibble after the seizures. We bought a totally different brand of treats too. I even crawled under the deck to make sure there weren’t rodent baits or anything under there. They only get RO water, which is the same water we drink.
May 7-Dog 1 goes for yearly vet exam and vaccines. No issues. Heart worm negative.
May 10-Dog 2 goes for yearly vet exam and vaccines. No issues. Heart worm negative.
Vet gave the “all clear” to put them back on heartworm/flea prevention after being off of it for several months. I decided to wait and make sure they were good before giving their preventatives because I know they all have a seizure risk and didn’t want to introduce more toxins to their systems.
Today, 18 days since first seizure, dog #1 starts wretching just before breakfast (same as before the first seizure) and it immediately transitions into another grand mal seizure. Lasting about 2 minutes, similar to the first seizure. She comes around after 5 minutes, drunk walks 10 feet and then vomits bile/foam. Call the vet immediately and vet has us pick up levetiracetem and start it right away. She goes back to the vet tomorrow for further testing—ekg and urinalysis.
We are wracking our brains trying to figure out what kind of environmental thing could be causing this. They don’t swim or go into any water sources. We do have farm fields around us, but the dogs don’t go there and haven’t been out during spraying or anything. They haven’t eaten anything strange outside. Previous owners of this house had cats and a dog. Our neighbors dog hasn’t had any problems (they also used the same exterminator on the same day we did). My dogs don’t really get into anything in the house, don’t chew. They have not had flea/heartworm preventative for the last 4 months (see above). The only thing I’ve found that the vet hasn’t brought up is toxoplasmosis. I do plan to have the water tested again (it was tested one year ago and water was fine, but slightly elevated nitrates, which is why we only give RO water)
We may never find an answer to what is causing this, but in the hopes that someone may have a lead for us, I’m asking for your help redditors.
If it helps we live in northern Indiana near-ish to Lake Michigan. We have lived in this house since last fall, it’s rural (we lived in city previously). There are stray cats, squirrels, lots of chipmunks, turkey and deer that are around all the time. House was built in the 90s so lead shouldn’t be a concern as far as the paint goes.

I know I’ve posted a lot of nonsense today (I’m excited lol this is a thrill) -
So this company is being saved by us right now. They were given 180 turnaround to get their stock up past $1 for 10 consecutive trading days. We’ve single-handedly made that happen in a matter of a few short days meanwhile they’ve been sitting for months lower then .10. In my opinion, this means we proved that we the people have the power.
In 9 consecutive business days, if this stock remains above $1 they will be saved from delist. We’ve already got 1 day covered so we just need to keep the momentum.
My theory is that wallstreet is doing whatever it is they can to create huge dips in this stock, it’s not us redditors clearly were on the same page. I think they are trying to make us sell off so that they can buy back all of our shares at a low price & hold for the 10 days so they can make money & say they “saved this company”.
They aren’t saving shit, we are. Never forget, we the people have the power. We are in this together. Band together, eat together.
I’m holding through May into mid June at the bare minimum - the closer to the delist the more wallstreet will want to take over
Dont let them win. We deserve this.
Disclaimer: I am no professional, just a 27 year old girl surviving in this economy just like the rest of you. If anyone has any additional thoughts or comments I’m open to hearing it!!! Let me know where you stand :)

Using a throwaway because some of my friends have my main.
I haven't told anyone this, but I have an addiction to weed. I'm 17 and in grade 11.
During winter break in Dec 2023 - Jan 2024, my friend and I decided to hit up my plug and each get a cart. He plays hockey and would rip his teammates' carts sometimes, so we thought it would be fun. After I got it, I would get high every night. I wouldn't ever get high during the daytime, and I always did it when I had no other moral obligations, so I didn't think it mattered that I had this small vice. Sometimes, I would skip a night to tell myself that I'm not actually addicted, and because I would successfully do that, I would think that I could keep going because there were no consequences; I was still able to fulfill all my duties.
When school started again, I did not wean off my habit because I was doing better than ever. That's not because of the weed, but because I had a crush on a girl who was very studious, and I looked up to that. So, I found my flow and I was just more productive. But, totally unrelated to my developing addiction. At one point in February, my cart ran out, and I decided that that was it and I would not buy another one because I just didn't need it. Almost surprisingly, I did not feel like I was struggling at all with going to sleep sober, and it did not feel like anything was missing from my life. So, for a couple of weeks, I was sober. This was the first time in almost 2 months where I could actually remember the day before whenever I woke up.
As spring break was approaching, my friend's cart also ran out. Originally, he did not want to buy another one, but his teammates were talking about this different brand that was apparently much smoother or more potent or whatever. So, we each decided to get one. Over spring break, my habit of vaping every evening returned, and my productivity began to decrease. I started waking up feeling really lazy and thinking, "It's spring break, I have so much time. I can just do my homework tomorrow." But, this cycle continued, and I would tell myself this almost every morning. Sometime in late March before school was going to begin again, I bought some joints so I could smoke with my friends and have a social time.
This was a mistake.
I gave my cart to my friend because, in my mind, I was justifying my addiction by thinking that since joints are much more consumable, expensive, and less convenient than carts, I'd just finish those joints and no longer have an addiction like what happened in February. But, this created a recurring event in my routine. Almost every evening, if I had joints on me, I would go out for a smoke. Whenever I didn't have joints on me, I would always think, "Damn, I kinda wanna go for a smoke right now." But, I would always meet with the plug soon enough and restock my supply. This happened over the course of April and early May, and I just ran out of joints 2 nights ago. I began coming to terms with the fact that I am addicted, and I need to make a bigger effort to get off this shit.
This all came to a head last evening. I ran out of joints two nights ago, so yesterday was going to be my first time having a sober evening in several weeks. Last night, I didn't even really have the craving to smoke, even though I really enjoyed going out for my walks while enjoying a joint. But, when I was in the kitchen preparing my lunch for the next day, I decided to try drinking again. I hadn't drunk since winter break, and I had lost 10kg since then, so I was curious what my tolerance would be. I opened my parents' alcohol cabinet and quickly downed 7 shots because I didn't really like the taste. At first, I wasn't feeling it and was thinking, "the effects take time to kick in, I'll just wait it out." I was just sitting on the couch on my phone, not feeling any different. Then, I turned my head and realized how different everything felt. I was like "oh shit, I'm drunk. This feels so cool." At midnight, I decided to go for a drive.
I made a sandwich and took a calm drive to a park to eat in the parking lot. It was great. Afterwards, I decided to hit the highway since I haven't driven fast in a small while, and I knew the roads would not be busy. I was driving at more than 200km/h while drunk. The roads were clear, flat, straight, and empty. Still, I remember thinking "wow, I do not deserve to be driving right now,", as I knew driving is a privilege and I was abusing my privilege.
I make it back home after driving for about 30m and just can't believe what I've done. After running out of weed, I decided to get drunk off a whim; I don't even really like drinking. After getting drunk, I decided to go for a drive. While on a drive, I decided to go double the speed limit. I could never imagine looking my mother in the eye if she ever found out. I let my addiction go on for so long because it wasn't really affecting my life; my grades were better than ever (despite my slight dip in productivity), my social life was flourishing (for unrelated reasons), and I was making great progress in the gym. People around me are telling me how awesome I am or how impressed they are with me because of my commitment to extracurriculars, my weight loss, my grades, and my overall demeanour and personality. No one knows that, behind that positive and outwardly-successful individual, there is a young man battling addiction.
Tonight will be the beginning of my turnaround; I will block my plug and I will always remember last night whenever I feel tempted to drink or smoke. I cannot keep living like this. This is not normal. I need to be the man who people think I am.
If you've read all this, thank you. It feels freeing to finally vocalize the thoughts that have been percolating in my mind for such a long time.

I have been with my boyfriend for 11 years and we have recently decided we are ready to try for a baby. I've been ready for a while but this year he finally told me to go off the pill and we can start trying. Suddenly though, he has restarted his fascination with psychedelics (DMT specifically). He dabbled when we were first together but that stopped after a while. I partook with him back then and we had some fun times. I just look back at it as a bit of fun in my early 20s, he seems to think it is a way of life now. He has smoked weed our entire relationship and while I don't particularly agree, I have explained right from that start that that will need to cease when we have kids. I have a hard and fast rule that I don't want the father of my children to be actively doing drugs while we have young children. I have been trying to get him to cut down now so he isn't scrambling when/if I do fall pregnant.
The DMT is the bigger issue currently. He smokes it every single weekend, often multiple times. While I was away on a weekend with my friend for a concert, he had friends over and smoked it in the house. This is a big deal for me, he knows I don't want drugs smoked in the house. Not to mention, we have two cats and I am concerned about the exposure to them. Plus I just don't want the place to stink. I was also uncomfortable with people in the house that I did not know.
He knows that I don't agree so he hides it from me. This is my biggest issue of all. The constant lies and hiding things from me. He says he hides it because he knows I'll get angry. I just feel like he is choosing drugs over me and us starting a family. I really thought this was the man I was going to marry and have kids with but now I'm not sure. I don't know if he is ever going to get his act together and be the partner I need in life. I think I already know what needs to happen but I really do love him. And if he could just stop doing drugs, we could be really happy. But I just don't think he is ever going to stop fully. He has "quit" weed before and then lied to me when he relapsed and let me continue to think that he was sober. I just don't know what to do. We really have a great life if it wasn't for the drugs and he does make me happy. Is it worth continuing to work with him to try to move forward or am I better off leaving now? I have devoted 11 years of my life to this man.

Hello! I'm about to jump back into the query trenches and thought I'd see what you fine folks had to say about the query letter. It's my first time querying horror and came across the term "light horror" which I think fits my story. It's not overly gory but it's essentially a haunted house story. If that's not the right term, please let me know. Either way, thanks for looking it over! I included the first 300 words below as well because why the hell not.
Dear Agent,
I'm seeking representation for my adult fiction novel CENTER VALLEY. I read on your [agency] bio of your interest in [something] and thought it would be a good fit for your list.
CENTER VALLEY is a light horror novel complete at 75,000 words. It will interest fans of HOW TO SELL A HAUNTED HOUSE by Grady Hendrix and THE SEPTEMBER HOUSE by Carissa Orlando.
Ben Baker never thought flipping a house would lead to a maniac attacking his family with a hammer.
He inherited his father’s hardware store and has been doing everything he can to keep it open, including dipping into his family’s savings account. His wife Hannah trusts him with the family finances until she gets into a car accident and finds out there’s not nearly as much in the bank as she thought.
Ben’s brother Hank offers a way to make some quick money—buy a foreclosed house on the outskirts of town and flip it themselves. With no other idea of how to replace the money, Ben reluctantly agrees.
But when they finally get into the house, they find something in the attic that neither can explain. A house—complete with windows, a roof, and a bathroom—sits behind a makeshift wall of thin plywood. Hank is curious but Ben is immediately unsettled, and neither can say exactly why.
Soon, Ben sees shadows move in ways they shouldn’t, hears strange noises from the attic, and realizes that they have a lot more to worry about than simply finishing the remodel within their budget when the strange occurrences follow him home.
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Thanks,
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First 300 words:
I would’ve hugged my daughter a little tighter if I had known a madman would attack her with a hammer before her next birthday. But of course, there was no way for me to know so instead I just threw my empty beer bottle at Hank’s kneecap.
“Ah jeez look at that,” I said. This was one of our dad’s top moves. The other was to simply drop the empty bottle between his feet—he could be standing in the kitchen right next to Mom, it didn’t matter—and stare you in the eyes with this dumb grin on his face.
Hank just laughed and reached into the cooler on the opposite side of his lawn chair. Birthday parties are incredibly easy when your brother has a daughter the same age as yours. He pulled out another High Life and threw it back to me. April 26th was a tough birthday in middle Wisconsin. Depending on the year, you could get a nice spring-like day or a snowstorm. We lucked out this year.
“Why didn’t you get the big one?” Hank said, nodding to the bounce house that filled up more than half of my backyard.
“He didn’t want to pay for the semi to deliver it,” said Hannah. My wife of nine years. She was only five feet tall but goddamn she was a giant to me. Have you ever been afraid of a person you could throw through a window with one arm? That was her. Worthless on moving day but you didn’t want to see her get angry. I used to joke that she had an amplifier in her ribcage. The decibel level she could reach was freakish and downright terrifying, especially if you didn’t see it coming. She once stopped a dog fight just by screaming as loud as she could.

Hello
My girlfriend has a 2018/19 Intel MacBook Air, and is wearing through the keys on the keyboard. I can find more specific yeamodel if needed.
What is a sensible plan of approach here? You can feel a large dip in the keys she has worn out a lot, we’re a bit worried of what will happen when the plastic finally wears. I’m not sure what part of her is corrosive but it must be her fingers!
Should we put stickers over? Can we replace keys easily? Any and all advice welcome
Thanks

Hey there! I'm just your average video game loving dude with a four-legged son (His name is Moon.) who wants nothing more than to share his time with someone amazing. Sorry if you're allergic to, or don't like cats. But if you do like cats, that's definitely a plus!
Also feel like I need to put it out there that I am not the greatest conversationalist and far more of an introvert. So if I seem like I'm "dry" as some people put it, it's because I may have run out of things to ask, and it is not your fault. It also doesn't mean I'm uninterested. It's been years since I've really been a part of the dating scene and I really dip my toes in to try again because I want to find that special someone who can help me fix that. Someone I can really bounce ideas off of and really get a vibe going.
So a bit about me I suppose:

• I'm 6'0", average/chubby build, short dark brown hair, and brown eyes.
• My ethnicity is Black, Native American, and Puerto Rican. Mostly Black and Native American.
• I game a lot in my spare time. I've got a huge variety when it comes to my taste in video games too. Gaming is a part of my life so I do appreciate my time to myself. But I'll never neglect anyone over it.
• My taste in music is very indiscriminate, so I'm ALWAYS down to listen to new things.
• I'm an introvert. But I'm a great listener and give pretty good advice sometimes. I'm kind of blunt though so it's not for everyone.
• I'm very into cuddling. I feel like physical touch is an awesome way to show someone how you feel about them.
• If I sound nonchalant, please don't take it to heart. I'm not good with expressing my thoughts/emotions in words. It's actually pretty hard for me to figure out how to even write this haha.
• I guess adding to the above fact, I'm not very outwardly emotional. For a lot of people, it kind of makes me hard to read and I can understand how that can be kind of frustrating. It stems from some things that have happened in my life. I can go into my detail, if you care to know, of course.
• I'm not the most well-off person in the world, but I am doing my best to live comfortably. That being said, if you live very far away it may be a while before we meet in person unless you take the first step. Just a heads up! However, if you live in Michigan that makes things 100 times easier for both of us.

What am I looking for? Nothing oddly specific. In fact, be yourself. I'm attracted to diverse personalities, and people who are both unlike me, or very like me. Sometimes being able to relate is a blessing or a curse. Depends on what we take from it, I guess. You don't gotta be a 10 in the beauty department, or even a perfect being. I, myself, am not perfect. In fact, come at me with all your imperfections, I bet you I could find something to love about you.
I have a high sex drive, and most people honestly wouldn't even know it. Am I looking for sex? Nah, not looking for it. But I do love it. I love the idea of pleasing the woman that I'm with. You realize things about each other physically that, at the end of it, you come to enjoy about them. If I'm able to physically show you how much I appreciate your existence through sex, then sure. I've got a high sex drive but, I understand not everyone's down for that. Not something I can change about myself sadly lol. I'm not someone who talks about sex like that though. If that's what you wanna talk about, you initiate. I'm all about respecting boundaries, and there's plenty more things to talk about outside of it.
I can be very adventurous with the right person. I like to go on dates and be out with the one I care about. I can also be very attentive to the feelings of my SO, and I do my best to listen. I, of course, would just like the same in my partner. Loyalty and Honesty 100%.
If you've read this far, tell me your favorite thing to do to pass the time. Or even your favorite animal.

Hey there! I'm just your average video game loving dude with a four-legged son (His name is Moon.) who wants nothing more than to share his time with someone amazing. Sorry if you're allergic to, or don't like cats. But if you do like cats, that's definitely a plus!
Also feel like I need to put it out there that I am not the greatest conversationalist and far more of an introvert. So if I seem like I'm "dry" as some people put it, it's because I may have run out of things to ask, and it is not your fault. It also doesn't mean I'm uninterested. It's been years since I've really been a part of the dating scene and I really dip my toes in to try again because I want to find that special someone who can help me fix that. Someone I can really bounce ideas off of and really get a vibe going.
So a bit about me I suppose:

• I'm 6'0", average/chubby build, short dark brown hair, and brown eyes.
• My ethnicity is Black, Native American, and Puerto Rican. Mostly Black and Native American.
• I game a lot in my spare time. I've got a huge variety when it comes to my taste in video games too. Gaming is a part of my life so I do appreciate my time to myself. But I'll never neglect anyone over it.
• My taste in music is very indiscriminate, so I'm ALWAYS down to listen to new things.
• I'm an introvert. But I'm a great listener and give pretty good advice sometimes. I'm kind of blunt though so it's not for everyone.
• I'm very into cuddling. I feel like physical touch is an awesome way to show someone how you feel about them.
• If I sound nonchalant, please don't take it to heart. I'm not good with expressing my thoughts/emotions in words. It's actually pretty hard for me to figure out how to even write this haha.
• I guess adding to the above fact, I'm not very outwardly emotional. For a lot of people, it kind of makes me hard to read and I can understand how that can be kind of frustrating. It stems from some things that have happened in my life. I can go into my detail, if you care to know, of course.
• I'm not the most well-off person in the world, but I am doing my best to live comfortably. That being said, if you live very far away it may be a while before we meet in person unless you take the first step. Just a heads up! However, if you live in Michigan that makes things 100 times easier for both of us.

What am I looking for? Nothing oddly specific. In fact, be yourself. I'm attracted to diverse personalities, and people who are both unlike me, or very like me. Sometimes being able to relate is a blessing or a curse. Depends on what we take from it, I guess. You don't gotta be a 10 in the beauty department, or even a perfect being. I, myself, am not perfect. In fact, come at me with all your imperfections, I bet you I could find something to love about you.
I have a high sex drive, and most people honestly wouldn't even know it. Am I looking for sex? Nah, not looking for it. But I do love it. I love the idea of pleasing the woman that I'm with. You realize things about each other physically that, at the end of it, you come to enjoy about them. If I'm able to physically show you how much I appreciate your existence through sex, then sure. I've got a high sex drive but, I understand not everyone's down for that. Not something I can change about myself sadly lol. I'm not someone who talks about sex like that though. If that's what you wanna talk about, you initiate. I'm all about respecting boundaries, and there's plenty more things to talk about outside of it.
I can be very adventurous with the right person. I like to go on dates and be out with the one I care about. I can also be very attentive to the feelings of my SO, and I do my best to listen. I, of course, would just like the same in my partner. Loyalty and Honesty 100%.
If you've read this far, tell me your favorite thing to do to pass the time. Or even your favorite animal.

multiple content warnings, i’m sorry, this will be long, this isn’t even everything and it’s a damn book i am 19. i was 11 when i had to grow up. my parents decided to divorce after months of fighting, letting us know a week before my 12th birthday. you know, the classic divorce story. my dad moved out and my mom started dating people. it moved so fast. we moved to a different area, even though we had just moved into a new house a year earlier, leaving my childhood hometown behind. my mom was trying to pursue school so we were living on student aid and stamps. (i have 3 siblings, so there were 5 of us) i started middle school in that area and was doing pretty well off. then my mom got pretty serious with someone i’m going to call SOB, he doesn’t deserve a name. my mom and SOB were dating for two months before that thing proposed to my mom. we met him once before he was labeled our step dad. my mom sat us down and told us we’d be moving to idaho to be closer to her family. come to find out, the whole reason for going there was because SOB is an ex convict and he couldn’t leave idaho because that’s were his parole was.
we were told at the time that he was framed for kidnapping and he had a whole story crafted to back it up. being a kid and needing my mom, i didn’t ask or dig about it. so we moved to idaho. i started school there and immediately got death threats. i got called a hoe relentlessly for seemingly being pretty. eventually things calmed down and i had friends, but that place was tiny and once people have formed an opinion of you, there’s no changing it, so it was hard to get around.
SOB was awful to my younger brother. we’ll call this brother zayn. zayn has bad adhd and has always struggled with school. he’s one of the smartest people i know, but getting assignments in is not his forte. so as a result he’s never had the highest grades. SOB hated the fact that my brother wasn’t doing great and would literally stand there and scream at him to get his work done. there was one time that i was in my room and i started to hear my brother screaming so immediately i’m upstairs to help him, SOB was literally chasing my brother around our house with a damn bat screaming at him like a demon was coming out. i yelled at him to leave my brother alone and things just got darker after that. me and my brother were scum to him and he ran our house like the hunger games. my other little brother and my older sister were prized jewels, they got everything they wanted and more, and SOB would rub it in our faces. he even gave my dog away, i went days worrying about her and looking because i thought she had ran away, to find out that some other person had my dog now and i wouldn’t ever get her back.
fasting forward a little, SOB violated his parole by going on a trip that wasn’t fully approved and got put back in jail right before christmas. my mom completely threw herself into trying to get him out. me and my sister noticed that my mom hadn’t gotten a single thing to be santa for my brothers, so we scraped up the money we had to get gifts so my brothers wouldn’t lose their christmas spirit seeing that santa didn’t come when things were already so bad as it was. i love that i was able to do this for them, the smiles on their faces, i will never forget that christmas.
after a long time of having a very absent mother, she was able to get SOB out of jail. he came back even worse of a monster then when he left. he sexually assaulted my mom, committed all kinds of fraud, basically stole all of my papa’s retirement money, the list goes on. my mom decided she wanted a divorce and when he found out, he went crazy. he locked all of us out of our house and threw our things on the lawn. it rained, i lost so many things, a one of a kind paper mache venitian mask i had gotten on a trip with my dad to italy included.
it’s 2020 by now and we went on a trip to Texas, to meet the person my dad was dating. on the trip, I very much learned that she was not for my dad. but, all reasoning was in vain. my dad proposed, and we had literally just met her. so that was that my dad was engaged now and focused on trying to move them out to him and getting a new house. my mom decided at that time that she wanted to move too so we had a choice, move to my dads and go back to the area i grew up in, or go with my mom to another ranch town in idaho. i chose my dads. my brothers came with, but my sister stayed with my grandparents where we lived in idaho so she could graduate.
things were fine for a bit. my mom was dating a lot and even got engaged. then she told us about this other guy she had been seeing, who had given her a 500 mile ride home from somewhere. immediately suspicious, especially because she wouldn’t drop a name. come to find out other guy was SOB. SOB proposes to her again and she’s got two engagement rings from two different people. everyone was like, what the actual shit are you doing. my mom was in a very cooky state of mind, broke things off with the other guy, and stayed with SOB. there was a weekend in september that my cousin had something going on so my extended family and everything was all there and we decided there needed to be some kind of intervention. to keep things short, it didn’t go well. my mom ended up leaving and she told me and my sister that she didn’t want to be our mom anymore. found out through facebook a couple days later that my mom and SOB were married.
then came the everlasting fun of a custody battle. my step mom had gotten into my dads head saying he needed to take full custody. now i wasn’t the biggest fan of my mom at the time, but that didn’t mean i never wanted to see her. my parents hated each other. there were a few times in exchanges that the cops ended up being called.
for a while my dad had pretty bad anger issues. low blood sugar, overstimulation, bad smells, anything could set him off. i just so happened to have a very large target on my back so i got the brunt of everything. i wouldn’t let him yell at my brothers and this resulted in me getting the lashings, but i would do it all again if that meant protecting my brothers. he wasn’t angry all the time, there were a lot of good days, but it was definitely pretty tortuous for a while. a lot of the problem, which i knew would happen to begin with, was my step mom. she is one of the laziest people i’ve ever known, which is the complete opposite of my dad. my dad likes to do things, he’s always active. so he was frustrated because he would want to do things with his wife there, and she would almost always refuse, so she could have a quiet day in bed. my step mom had also convinced herself that i was stealing from her. she ransacked my room multiple times, to no avail. she took my car keys ‘until she could prove i was taking things from her’ and i only got them back because they were sick of giving me rides places. she actually ended up stealing some of my things trying to claim they were hers, so she hid them and i haven’t seen them since.
so yeah i got yelled at a lot, accused of being a thief, and my relationship with my mom was shit + the joys of high school. i have been doing musical theater my whole life. when i first got to my new high school i was so excited because, although i wasn’t able to audition for the productions companies that year, the teacher told me i was a shoe in for the next year. she ended up leaving and we got a new teacher, if you can even call her that. so it’s my junior year, the first year with her, and it wasn’t bad, i got some good parts and did really well. i ended up getting nominated for an award for one of my performances and it was at this time, i don’t know what happened, but she did not like me anymore. she told me that she accepted the nomination for me, but i found out not too long later that she never accepted it and i was in favor to win so the judges were very puzzled by it. she accepted my friends nominations and kinda rubbed it in my face that i never got anything back. like’ awe are you sad because you didn’t hear anything from the judges? well so and so over here did😈’
the summer after that year i cut my hair pretty short. i wouldn’t say i’m not ‘girly’ but i definitely have a more masculine ‘bro’ persona comparatively. so now it’s my senior year, it matters a lot more at this point to try for good parts because it’s my last run. to keep it simple, my teacher wouldn’t cast me because i was too masculine, not even as a guy ?? idk make it make sense. i got one part my entire senior year, and i know it’s not because i’m bad. but i wrote and produced my own show that ended up being 100x the quality of the shows she produced, so i did get redemption. long story short, it really sucks to watch the peers your just as good as continue to succeed, while you get kicked out of the room for being distracting when you haven’t said a word. the reason they didn’t like me ? i’m good at improv, i kid you not i was told i was too creative and it bothered them. i know my presence scared the teachers there because i’m not a classic conformist theater kid that does anything and everything the teacher says.
anyways, so after years of trying to rekindle a relationship with my mom, fighting with an ass teacher and getting yelled at almost daily, a lot of worth questioning, and a flurry of weed later, i graduated.
both of my brothers in this time attempted to end their lives and were in facilities for a bit. i decided at that time to move in with my mom to hopefully help our relationship. it did a lot. me and my mom are best friends now. but it hasn’t been because of nothing. SOB had become the most controlling narcissistic asshole and my mom was just acting having any feelings for him so he wouldn’t take everything away from her. he monitored everything my mom did. he hit my mom in an intimate moment, and almost beat zayn, but i covered him and ended up slicing my arm open on our fireplace, once again i would do this 100 times over to protect my brother. i decided i wanted to dig everything up on him that i could. what i found was mortifying. i won’t go into too much detail, but there were a lot of charges, multiple of them being SA of a child. i vowed at that moment that i would do anything it takes to get him back behind bars. he’s actively on the offender list and he works across the street from a preschool, not on my fukin watch ass hat.
i will never forget the true terror on my moms face that that man caused. it got to the point where my mom would get really scared if she started crying because she knew he’d freak out at her if he noticed. i came back to my locked room, that i have the only key to, with holes in my walls in weird places, and in my bathroom too. a couple days before, my brother found a camera in his room, so i knew what it was and that SOB was spying on me. i taped them all up and came to stay at my bfs house and have been here since. after months of his treacherous cycle my mom had enough and left to a safe house, she’s there now. the divorce is going though but from some reason the stupid system denied my mom a protective order against him. he has full access to our house and things right now, and he’s trying to make 90,000 so he can baile his way out of the insurance fraud case against him that could get him back in jail in june. i’m so worried he’s selling my things because he so would. everything i have left is in that house and it’s all at his whim now.
when i moved in with my mom, i started a job at a fancy high end restaurant because i knew it would be good money. i’ve had problems with this my entire life, but ever since starting my job there, i have experienced countless creeps who have sexualized me in more ways then i thought possible. it’s made me feel so worthless. it’s people i work with and people who come in. drunk guys from the bar are the worst, and they’re all filthy rich so they don’t care about a thing in the world. i need to quit but i don’t know where else to go
my dad has now decided as of like two weeks ago, that he will be moving to florida. i never anticipated him moving across the country and leaving the last place i could call home. he also started therapy a couple months ago and his anger issues are pretty much nonexistent at this point. so i got my dad back but now he’s leaving again. i always hoped that as i got older, my family would always be pretty close, close enough that i could seem them once a week if i wanted. it’s really killing me because i was so close to that, to getting my family back. my sister has been in france the last couple years and she’s coming back in a couple weeks. my dad will be moving almost immediately after. we finally got to a point where my mom is free, my dad is happy, we’re all healing, and now my family will be broken up more then ever before by distance. my parents don’t hate each other anymore, my sister is coming home, we would all be able to spend time together again, never more.
so i’m at this point now, where i’ve been fighting for my family, taking every hit with hope in my heart for something i was so close to having, for 7 years i’ve been hoping. and just like that, the light at the end of this very long, cold and dark tunnel fades, and i’m left once again, in the cold dark nothingness that is hoping for a better day, that will never come.
so i’m left questioning, is overcoming another mountain worth it if there’s a whole range of painful climbing ahead of me? i’m so tired, my whole body hurts every day, my mind and soul are toiled with the pain of my lifetime, everyone in my family is moving on with their own paths and it’s only a matter of time before i’m only hearing from them every once in a while. i don’t want to do life, the world is so messed up right now and i don’t see it getting better. there’s too much pain and i can’t handle it. nothing seems worth hoping let alone living for anymore. i bid you adieu and wish you all the best 💗

Yesterday I passed with a score of 832 and I can honestly say that exam was way easier than I thought it was going to be.
Tips for studying: Do not buy any practice exams when you first start, Andrew Ramdayal has a free youtube video of 50 questions that I started with to test my knowledge, and some of these questions are extremely similar to the ones found on test. Use all of your free resources and then buy Messer's practice exams and some other form on Udemy to further assist you. Never consolidate your studying to one place and do not gage your knowledge on how much you got on a Jason Dion exam, they are so far off that they're only good to fully exhaust your knowledge and most of his questions are not close to the exam. In my opinion do Andrew Ramdayal and Messer's exams, they are great sources of learning and understanding how the concepts can be applied in real life scenarios.
Learning: Do not go through and watch every Professor Messer video from start to finish, do not waste your time studying on topics you already know and are familiar with. I skipped about 70% of his course on youtube because I knew most of it I only needed to cover specific acronyms and other things I was shaky on. If you have trouble on a topic go back and watch the video take notes and try to describe real life scenarios that you can equate with that topic. This will help not only teach you the definitions but the concept as well. This reduces the amount of time taken up by just taking notes.
Don't just know the definitions to the words on the test or the acronyms, you need to be able to apply them to real life scenarios/spot when something is happening. This might sound a little weird or complex but the more practice exams you take the more you will be able to understand this.
Exam tips: PBQ's might seem intimidating at first but I promise they are simpler than you think, unfortunately I cannot say the ones I got due to CompTIA's guidelines. However, a lot of the times the answer is easier than you realize, you just need to read carefully, be confident, and if you're unsure of something come back to it later. Your nerves often cause you to overthink and make it so you're confused on what the task is.
The multiple choice questions often have 1 or 2 key words that determine what the correct answer is, slow down and READ it literally. When you spot the key words in the questions the answers are most of the time dead giveaways. Use process of elimination to quickly weed out answers that make no logical sense in that question/scenario.
Know your acronyms: Other people have said this but the test is full of acronyms and it can mean the difference between knowing the answer and completely guessing,
If anyone is wondering of my experience: I have 5 years total experience in IT

I woke up the other morning pretty pissed. A letter about code enforcement from the county bitching about my yard. The land has grown steep in parts, and i my attempt to mitigate damage done by previous owners, I ended up with a mound of debris that likes to grow weeds as well. I called them. Take down the weeds, they say, they will work on me with the debris.
I cannot seem to keep a string trimmer. I am less affluent than my neighbors and can only seem to afford weaker electric ones, and their batteries or really any part of them dies within the year. So, I decided to look into unconventional methods, and found how I might to take up scything.
I did a lot of research, and romanticized the idea of restoring a 100 year old American scythe like the men doing so on youtube. I immediately, late at night, searched up anybody selling some locally on FB marketplace. A man was selling two, for very cheap, very nearby. I messaged him and worked out the purchase. I fell asleep thinking of restoring the old instrument. I felt calm.
In my dream, I was bowing before three figures. One, a female, who was peeling a fruit that looked like a honeycomb full with red droplets of blood. One, a naked male with what looked like a viking helmet and a long, golden horn in one hand. The last figure I could not make out, just a scuffy, charcoal-like image on the edge of a shadow. I wept when I saw the second figure, begging him to interject on my behalf. I seemed to have entered the dream mid-conversation.
The two other figures looked to him, the woman looking on me with an almost doting expression of pity. The shadowy figure seemed to be whispering to them both in a language I did not know. Both the helmeted man and the woman nodded to it. The woman looked on me with a charitable sort of smile.
"You will have to give some token of your appreciation later." she says. Then there is a conversation I still do not remember. And I wake up. I forget the dream.
I am 34. I have several children. My two older kids want to go get the scythes with me. We hop in the car, and I drive around, getting tools to use in the restoration.
The man lives in a remote part of the next county over. It takes a while to find his house. He is waiting in his driveway. When I pull up, I immediately start feeling dread. I can't figure out why. He seems like a nice guy. Yet I feel something is off. I do some meditative breathing and calm down. I get out.
He tells me where he got them, and we talk a little. As soon as I pick up and hold one, I feel a brief moment of shock. Like in my legs and arms. I insist on ignoring the stupid feelings. I dismiss it as me being reclusive and not feeling social today. After putting the scythes in the hatch of the van, I come around to the driver side and stop dead.
The man is standing there with a piece of paper in his hand. It's a "million dollar question" he says. It's some kind of religious pamphlet on a fake million dollar bill. The man talks for a moment about death, about how we aren't going to be here forever, about how Jesus Christ is the only thing that will keep our souls from going to hell.
The whole thing redoubles the dread I feel. I am very polite and talk my way back into my car, feeling the dread mount more and more as I drive.
We stop at a light after an onramp. I am coming off an interstate turning left onto an intersecting highway. I try to breathe, feel very sick. While the light is red I for some reason decide to turn on some music, maybe it will calm me down. I get the urge to fiddle with spotify on my radio screen. I hear a loud beep. The light is green. I hesitate only a split second and then I start going.
Suddenly, a vehicle goes screaming in front of me. A red and white pickup truck. Has to be going 55 if not 65. It's a blur basically, even if I do make some of it out. I screech to a halt and then once the truck clears, complete my turn and immediately pull into the nearest parking lot, which turns out to be a bank.
My kids didn't even notice. Nobody seems to have appreciated but me how close we were to serious trouble.
As background. "Skeeters" in pickup trucks are a real pain here. They drive like dickheads, they are stereotypical as hell, and often I find that they instigate road trouble a lot. I don't know what it is about this area, but the "muh trukk" people seem to be way more prevalent than anywhere else.
Of course my reaction is rage. I wish I could have found this idiot who ran a red light and almost killed me and my kids. We were feet from a rather brutal collision.
I am exhausted by the time I get home. I disassemble the scythes and put the metal parts in a rust solution. I think about taking a nap and that is when the dream comes back to me. I remember the figures. And in my waking mind, I have theories on who they are. I do read a lot of old greek poetry and philosophy, so it could just be a coincidence.
However. If three greek gods were indeed discussing my fate in a dream, and one decided to intervene on my behalf, thanks a lot. I will find some "token of appreciation" to give.

I see this parroted in so many controller discussions and it's just not true. Can a phob cost that much? Absolutely. But they do not NEED to. I feel like most people see a $350 phob build on Etsy with aftermarket buttons, aftermarket stick caps, paracord cables, mouseclick everything, custom hand painted or hydro dipped shells, LEDs etc and think that's just what phobs cost.
So many of y'all are essentially saying "a Ferrari costs 100k so therefore cars are unaffordable". The honda civic phobs aren't nearly as expensive.
You can absolutely pay a ton of money for really cool builds with all kinds of aesthetic mods. But a phob conversion without aesthetic mods and all the bells and whistles is probably more affordable than you think. Talk to your local modders and actually get a price on a basic phob conversion. Phob boards are cheaper than they've ever been, and the build process is simpler and more streamlined than it's ever been. end rant

I got my labs done at the end of March to find that my A1C was 5.9 with a fasting blood sugar of 103. Everything else in my labs came back good including my cholesterol etc. The last time I got my labs done was about 2 years ago and my A1C and fasting blood sugar were fine then.
I have pretty bad health anxiety and freaked out when I saw that my glucose levels were high. Just a note that one of my aunts is 50 and prediabetic and a second cousin is T1D.
When I followed up with my PCP about the labs, she seemed very unconcerned which confused me. She said that I didn't need to do anything drastic but suggested I change the order of the way I eat foods (vegetables first, proteins and fats next, and then finish with carbs) and incorporate some more exercise. She said not to worry too much.
Because I was spooked and REALLY don't want to progress, I took a more aggressive approach and have entirely cut out simple carbs (candy, honey, molasses, soda, syrups, sugar, white rice, white pasta, etc.), increased my non-starchy vegetable intake (and therefore greatly increased my fiber intake), drink a maximum of 1-4 alcoholic beverages a month, weightlift 4-5/wk, walk 35-40 minutes a day, sleep 7.5-8 hrs a night, and track my macros on an app so that I don't go too crazy on the carb intake. I only drink water and unsweetened matcha. I let myself have a small dark chocolate treat ocassionally but I've honestly stopped craving sugar as often.
So I feel pretty good about getting on the right track. Honestly, these changes are something I've been working towards for a couple years but I think the fear of getting the prediabetes label really motivated me to stick with it the past couple months. In that time I've lost 5 lbs and an inch off my waist and definitely feel better.
Here's the thing: Everything I see online says that long term 70% of people with prediabetes end up progressing to T2D. But at the same time there are countless articles saying that you can reverse prediabetes. So, I'm confused if this percentage is so high because 80% of people with prediabetes don't know they have it/ignore the alarm bells. Or is that 70% people that change their lifestyle and still end up getting T2 diabetes anyway? Those odds don't seem very good...
Even though I've changed a lot of habits and plan to stick with the changes longterm, I can't help but feel scared that despite my best efforts I'll just end up getting T2D anyway. Can you be prediabetic indefinitely if you continue to manage you blood sugar levels?

I live in an area that dips below freezing in the winter, but we get zero snow. I know freezing temps are bad for summer tires. But I also don't need winter tires because no snow.
It sounds like the solution is to get an all season tire, right? Well I also want to do launches that are free of tire spin. So that takes us back to summer tires.
So the question is: Do I get a great summer tire that grips but knowing they're going to get trashed by the sub freezing temps in the winter, or do I get any competent All Season that can do mediocre at best launches?
What tradeoff should I get?
Edit: Just to clarify, I don't intend to do the hard launches in the winter.