I'm gonna tell you a story that probably doesn't have anything to do with what you're going thru.

Here it goes anyway.

I'm in the waiting room of my GP's office, and out comes a man maybe in his 70s.
He was a a dynamo full of energy. Strong and well built.

I was feeling "weak". (That was depression, but nobody ever told me. Depression was for women only at the time.)

Anyway, when the man leaves, I tell the doctor I need to eat what's he's eating.
"All he eats is fried pork from his farm".
"He has a wood barrel full of pork lard, and fries the pork in chunks and keeps it in there."
"That's his fridge".

"How bout high cholesterol doc?".

"That animal doesn't know what cholesterol is". "How can he have it".

"He comes here every year for a check up. Forced by his wife".
"Every year he is as healthy as a working ox".

"Sometimes is better not to know much, hey doc".
He nodded.

I hope everything goes better for you. All my love.

Cheers.