less is more, but why is it so hard

Today I had milk and heavy cream for breakfast and then I felt sick. Are we surprised? But there weren’t any carbs in the house (I lie. There were definitely Saltine crackers, 3 unopened sleeves, in fact, that weren’t stale, but I didn’t want to encourage the sick feeling with Saltines, even though the point of Saltines is to satiate the ill-feeling stomach, I know), there was only lettuce and a cucumber and raw ground beef and expired soup and eggs (not expired) and just the thought of eggs, slimy, warm eggs, was too much. So I waited until the feeling subsided a little and went to the store and bought ginger ale, wheat thins, hummus, and apples (red delicious, because the cashier commented on my expensive fru-fru honeycrisp last time, and the guilt struck low), and also club soda and lemon juice and apple cider vinegar because I heard that makes a pretty good mocktail - why not?

And at the end of all this it was 9:30 and my class started at 9:40 so I decided I would email my professor to ask if there was homework, because it is so difficult to sit in an uncomfortable chair in a freezing room for 80 minutes when you think you are vaguely ill. Now it’s 10:26, I feel fine but I am not moving, and I’ve read a few more chapters in the next Life Changing Book on the rotation. The irony is that my books are about going for less, but I keep reading more.

If many is something measurable, and more is not, then it stands to reason that less is also not measurable - but you could measure fewer, and that is why the ones where you count the number of things you keep can be successful if it happens to hit your mark. The hard part is, of course, coming up with your own mark.