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First of all, I'm very sorry for deleting the previous post I simply was made aware I posted it based on my speculation. Now to the topic.
Like I said, the question is, do Transylians look like they do to vladats? In my opinion, it is possible, given the evidence:
First of all, let's consider that all Transylians look like zombies (scar skin, etc.), and the evidence allows us to assume that they really are.
1: They are resistant to cold, lack of oxygen, heat, or high voltage, they are also stronger and more resistant than humans. All these powers indicate that they do not have to be living creatures, as corpses are much more resistant to most of these factors. Add to it Transylians are not people, it can be assumed that their physical attributes are slightly different from ours, so their corpses may also behave differently than humans (rot slower, be more resistant, etc.)
2) Among the transylians seen in the Galactic monster arc, at least I didn't detect any newborns, only one small girl. If Transylians are zombies, then Zombies lose 100% of their reproductive abilities, therefore they cannot have children
3) Dr. Victor is a genius, and his knowledge is many times higher than that of humans. As we know, people only have as much knowledge in their lives as they can accumulate during their lifetime minus the period when they are too young to learn. Transylians, on the other hand, are a race with intelligence close to primitive humans (fear of fire, etc.) Ergo, to achieve his level of knowledge, Dr. Victor had to live long enough... put it simply to be long-lived like a zombie.
The question is how they became these zombies.
Now let's note that Transylians generate electricity through a symbiotic relationship with nanomachines and Tesla coils on their backs. Such a symbiosis is probably impossible to achieve naturally, so someone had to initiate it, but who and why? And this is where vladats comes in.
Note that this race feeds on energy and is known to be a predator of the Transylians, as Dr. Victor talked about it this way:
Lord Transyl and other Vladats used my people as slaves. We were nothing more than beasts of burden, and ultimately we were food!
Also, as the Ben 10 wiki notes:
Vladats are arrogant, cruel, and both literally and figuratively bloodthirsty. They consider other creatures to be inferior. To them, other creatures are only useful as slaves and/or food. They have an overwhelming urge to feed on the energy of their preys.
This means that here we have a cruel, energy-hungry race that sees others as food or slaves.
There is a well-known case in the history of mankind when people similarly treated people, and this cruelty always included various inhuman experiments. Now let's think what could such people do if they had better technology?
Exactly, most likely something indescribably cruel, so could Vladats have done the same? Well, their behavior and what Dr. said. victor points it out as possibility.
So how could it be?
In my opinion, the Transylians were not Vladat's first victims, but one of the next. The Vladat conquered other races and used them as a source of energy until they ran out of energy and then they switch to another. (In this way, Ormeowon could be born i.e. a race of zombies, because as we know from the Ben 10 Wiki, Vladat victims look like Michael Morningstar's victims, ergo zombies) However, this system was ineffective for them, because firstly, it forced frequent changes of feeding grounds, and secondly, it could cause an interplanetary rebellion. Therefore, to avoid such a scenario, they chose a stupid race that hardly anyone cared about... the Transylians and enslaved them. However, instead of eating immediately, they performed a cruel experiment on them... they connected them to nanotechnology, which turned their bodies into living batteries but also detached them from life. The Transylians became nothing more than an easy snack that, even if sucked dry, did not die, it was simply recharged. And everything was fine, but only until it turned out that now they couldn't die because the machinery kept them alive, and this terrified the other races of the anur system. Then probably the ectonurite race used this fear to overthrow the Transylians (ectonurites are not alive in the human sense, maybe they don't even generate energy like other races, ergo they wouldn't have to be afraid of the vladat turning them into batteries,and besides hates vladat guts, so could use it as opportunity), and became the new high ectonurites of the anur system. Meanwhile, the Transylians fell under the rule of new tyrants who had no intention of leaving them in eternal peace. They simply became zombie cyborgs, who life thanks to electricity current through their bodies, slowly rotting without chance of dying.
To summarize the current appearance of the Transylians, it may be the result of Vladat's attempt to obtain eternal food, but ended up in terrible mistake that created race of undead cyborgs.
And that's all from me,so what do you think?

My MIL (68F) “lives” with my husband (35M) and I. (32F)I would like her to get her own place when we move.
Long story short, my mother was the primary care taker of my kids who are now 4 & 2. My mother became terminally ill, so we asked my MIL to help watch the kids. MIL was already planning on retiring later that year, but decided to retire 4 months early to help out.
We ended up paying my MIL to help watch our kids. (It took months for her to finally decide to retire early, so we said we’d pay her. Also, she has A LOT of money stashed for her retirement.)
My MIL lives with us Monday-Saturday. My husband and I both WFH full time, so she watches our kids downstairs while we work. Initially, the living arrangements were fine. My husband and I are planning to move from NV to MI in a couple of years. At first, the plan was to have my MIL sell her home and live with us in MI. I would now like her to find her own place if she wants to move to MI.
I work full time. I do all of the cooking as well. I spend an extra 10-12 hours a week prepping and cooking. My husband and I pay for all of the bills, groceries, toiletries, vacations, and extras like going out to eat. My husband even does her laundry for her. My MIL NEVER contributes. We did have to finally ask her to pay her share for the vacation we took last week and she wasn’t pleased. We told her that if she wants to go on the next vacation we have planned for November, then she’d have to pay for her share. She has since decided not to go.
I am planning on putting my kids into preschool this year, because when my MIL watches my kids, she has them on the IPAD all day so she can watch TV. I’ve talked to my husband about one of us leaving our jobs to take care of the kids, but he refused. We talked to MIL about how she watches the kids and she thinks it’s fine.
My MIL doesn’t help around the house, doesn’t help clean, and doesn’t cook. She honestly treats me like a servant. She made a joke about me being her personal chef. She never says thank you. I used to pack her food to take to her house when she left us for the weekend. I stopped doing that.
One day, she randomly decided to make everyone a sandwich but didn’t make me one. Recently, she got everyone McDonald’s but me. My husband talked to her about it and she acted like it was a mistake. She does weird things where she takes my cooking utensils, Tupperware, table mats and used them for her garden. I can’t tell if she is messing me or honestly oblivious. (I have OCD. I really enjoy having a clean and organized home.) She keeps putting her garden on my kitchen counter tops - the soil, tools and all. I have told her multiple times that I need the counter space to prep. I keep moving her garden and she keeps moving it back.
She tells me that I’m lucky to have her son as my husband. I always respond with telling her that she’s lucky to have me as her DIL. She is 68, so I wonder if she has early onset dementia.
Anyways, I no longer want to live with her. I feel that if she moves in with us permanently in MI, then my husband and I will get divorced. We’ve tried setting up boundaries, but she doesn’t care. I can’t live like this anymore. We’ve offered to help her find a therapist. She hasn’t gotten over her divorce from 35 years ago and always cries about being lonely. She refuses to get help and won’t try dating.

Anyone else absolutely repulsed by the smell (and taste) of chicken since starting Ozempic? I can not stand the smell of chicken being cooked 🤢 and I definitely can't eat it. Just upped my dose to .75 mg and injected into my arm instead of my thigh due to feeling pretty nauseous, tired and blah after thigh injections. My symptoms have been better this week but I feel like food noise and appetite increased. Maybe it's all on my head? Anyone else doing arm injections? Has it been better? Less effective?
Constipation tips? How long is too long to not go...?

Make certain your health care professional knows if you are on any special diet, such as a low-sodium diet. This medicine contains sodium.
Unless otherwise directed by your doctor, it is best to take oral cromolyn as follows:
Capsules Open the cromolyn capsule(s) and pour all of the powder into one-half glass (4 ounces) of hot water. Stir the solution until the powder is completely dissolved and the solution is clear. Then add an equal amount (one-half glass) of cold water to the solution while stirring. Be sure to drink all of the liquid to get the full dose of medicine. Do not mix this medicine with fruit juice, milk, or food because they may keep the medicine from working properly. It is important to take this medicine at regular intervals for best results. Ampuls Break open the ampul(s) and squeeze contents into a glass of water and stir well. Be sure to drink all of the liquid to get the full dose of medicine. It is important to take this medicine at regular intervals for best results. Do not use the ampul if it appears cloudy or discolored. Take cromolyn only as directed. Do not take more of it and do not take it more often than your doctor ordered. To do so may increase the chance of side effects

I recently watched The Taste of Things, an absolutely fantastic French film which highly recommend for all francophiles and/or foodies. It takes place in 1889. The two main characters (Juliette Binoche and Benoît Magimel) are lovers who have worked together for 20 years, he as the owner of a château and she as his head cook and culinary muse. The story is about the food they create intertwined with their love and passion.
One thing that stuck out to me is that they always address each other using “vous,” which surprised me since they’re so familiar and intimate with each other. Is that something that happened in the 1800s? Is it because he’s technically her boss?

Matthew's parents went to the movies. He was home alone. He decided to eat all the junk food. His parents usually yell at him when he eats too much junk food. They tell him it is not healthy to eat too much junk food.

First off, feel free to comment about your own experiences. I would love it if anybody can relate. I'm also open to questions, advice, whatever you wanna write. This is gonna be a bit longer, just fyi. Excuse lack of proper chronological order and maybe some wonky sentences, English isn't my first language.
I was parentified.
For context, my mother has three children, I'm the youngest one, then there's my older half-brother (30) and my older half-sister (36). Their father was a violent alcoholic with schizophrenic tendencies (official diagnosis), luckily I never met him. I refer to them as brother and sister. I'm 21 now. I'm the only child of my mom and my dad, my dad has three other kids who are in the same age group as my maternal siblings. Lots of history with divorces and family fights, I'm the center of a complete patchwork family, everybody moved towns a lot, it's all a bit messy and disorganized.
My mother has severe borderline disorder and has massive trauma from several age stages, especially involving men. She was heavily parentified and yet socially cast out by her family herself. I don't remember a time where I didn't act like her father, emotionally. This is made worse by the fact that I'm trans so I was like her bestie before I began socially transitioning in my early teen years. Of course, this was a massive issue for her. She told me she had only ever wanted daughters. Materially she was taking care of things until I was about 11 - walked me to school and took care of the household, used to work, everything.
I remember sitting next to her during a talk/fight she had with my dad while she was sobbing, I can't have been older than 3 or 4. They got divorced around that time. As I grew older, I came to be my mom's sole emotional support person. We had moved to an isolated village with my step-father and she developed a severe agoraphobia for some time. My step-father avoided all emotionality with both her and me and therefore I was now her only friend. I overheard conversations that she shouldn't be having with her child next door and was told about her most severe fears and traumas from a young age. I was lashed out at on a near daily basis and punishment came unexpectedly. It would consist of being screamed at for minutes on end until I would cry and hyperventilate, but she wouldn't stop then.
In spite of her idea of punishment and raising children, she was incredibly attached to me, still is. This would include massive anxiety fits when she didn't know where I was or when I was getting into activities she didn't approve of. One time, when I was about 17, I went to a party in my friend's basement. She knew about this and approved it, knew my friends and where they lived. I didn't have any signal in that basenent so she couldn't reach me. She proceeded to look up my other friends' parents' phone number and call them to contact me. There was nothing she wanted except to know that I had arrived there.
Whereas my other siblings had long left the household years apart from eachother, both with specific and complex fights and banging doors and screaming fits, I was, as the youngest child, turned into a confessional and a therapist. I would mediate fights from a young age. I witnessed physical violence between my brother, my mother and my sister. My brother was the perpetrator for the most part (however, I was neither hurt nor threatened myself). Nobody proceeded to remove me from the situation or stop me from getting involved. From then on, every fight and every drama caused me intense bouts of anxiety and it, to this day, remains to be the only thing that makes me cry and/or lash out.
In a household full of anger, my anger was not tolerated. I was raised with some old-timey sort of black paedagogy (I'm German so it is something of a generational curse for some): I was to have unwavering respect for my parents, I was expected to be obedient, "let him cry it out" type stuff. At least when I was a younger child. When I got older, my emotions did not matter either. After stressful situations or fights that I proceeded to witness for most of my life, nobody ever asked me how I felt or explained to me what had actually gone down. I was left alone while not being left alone at all.
If I failed to provide emotional security for my mother or even attempted to call her out, I was made to feel immensely guilty. This could range from her crying/yelling things like "Why is it always me that must suffer" to guilt-tripping texts and blocking my contact for a while to very action-based suicide threats, depending on the situation. Her emotions were forced to be my emotions if I wanted to "stay alive".
At the same time, I still proceeded to excel in school. I felt like dying but nobody, and I tell you, nobody, noticed. I was a teacher's pet, I still had some loose friendships, I visited my dad once a month or more ever since my parents divorced. Nobody realized what I felt. I felt alone and had the worst depressive episode of my life when I was 13. I neglected personal hygiene. I never opened up to my father for many years. To this day I think he doesn't know everything. Especially during covid, him and my ex-stepmother were my safe space. When I first opened up to them, they welcomed me with open arms, my father was very strict and cold when I was young, but he softened, changed, and is everything and more I could ask for in a father. He is among the most positive examples of masculinity and especially of fatherhood that I know in my circles. He sends me postcards several times a month, wants me to visit, hugs me and tells me he loves me and that he's proud, gives me space. The dad who remembers the names of our childhood stuffed animals. Literally. I love him to death. He was also the only parent who engaged in activities with me and would play with me, later on take me to the movies, go to bars and restaurants, go to museums with me etc.
My mother got worse both psychologically and physically, she is chronically ill and needs immense support in a lot of things now. For about a year, my stepfather worked in a town far away and only came home during the weekends. This was during covid. Within a year, I developed a hatred so deep for my mother that I had thoughts that scared me. I took care of our pets and the household, was not allowed to get into any activities after school other than coming home and spent hours after my day listening to her rants, anxieties, fears. I get hateful goosebumps when I remember the way she used to call my name when she wanted me to do something for her. Sometimes she would make me stay awake for longer, knowing that I had to get up at 6am again. It was usually already around 12 at night. She wanted me to walk the dog before SHE went to bed because otherwise it would ruin her otherwise horribly insomniac circadian rhythm. Therefore I was not allowed to go to sleep. At that point she had not worked for more than 6 years and stayed home all the time. My stepfather and I did grocery shopping. She rarely ever leaves the house if she can avoid it. This was during the German version of my GCSE's.
I was denied medical care that could have potentially fixed my posture issues and other orthopedic issues. My mother deemed physiotherapy as inefficient and got mad when I asked her about it again. Money was always an issue. We were evicted once. I was denied certain things and never asked for extra cash because we ran low on money, my stepfather was blamed for smoking and consuming a lot of meat (which indeed is pricy), but my mother never reflected on her online shopping addiction and I'm aware that she is in an ongoing debt. Has been for years now.
Things got a bit better when my stepfather moved back and Covid cleared up somewhat. Regardless, I used pure spite to continue studying hard while they were yelling at eachother from the top of their lungs for hours on end and did the best I could to get the hell out of there. I've had therapy with several years' of breaks for a total of nearly 3 years now, that I partially applied for myself and I'm working on tackling everything. I live in a different city, studying subjects that I love. I get all my shit done, for the most part, I know how to do paperwork and know how all of the chores work. I can regulate myself in terms of sleep and food and cheap thrills. I have a (milder) case of anxiety. I keep meaningful friendships in which I find myself capable of avoiding all the harmful behaviors and attitudes I was taught. I'm learning to stand my ground and take responsibility for my own decisions and actions.
When I establish my boundaries with her now, she turns into some sort of anxious-attached mess. She over-apologizes to me. She puts me on a pedestal and I'm living a life that she is jealous of. She is intensely attached to me and considers me her favorite child and also hasn't properly gotten over my father, over 15 years of them being divorced. She will do anything to support me materially and then tear me down emotionally. Everything I tell her is followed by her mourning the life she doesn't have and never had instead of properly celebrating with me. She gets noticeably sad when I refuse to give her my full attention, she yearns for what she considered a deep and important relationship to me. But it was all just emotional neglect and emotional abuse. Now I sometimes can't help but meet her with the same attitude she gave me.
This is not perfectly chronological and all over the place. I have complicated relationships with my siblings and other relatives, which I don't mourn, but feel guilty about. My father and I are very good with eachother although I need to confront him about some things as well. With my mother I do the bare minimum to avoid conflict, yet without throwing my sense of self out of the window again. She is the only human who can easily cause anxiety attacks in me, no matter where or when. I sometimes wish I was not in contact with her. I have a tendency for smoking too much weed and being just a bit too careless with other drugs (although I rarely do those in comparison), but I also try and regulate this heavily (e.g. not finding a dealer but asking friends every once in a while etcetc). I think this stems from these experiences. Apart from that, I think I'm coping very well.
To everybody: it does get better. It does. Even when your emotions are a rollercoaster sometimes. You will be in a different place, maybe you already are, and you'll escape from these structures. I think the hardest pill for me to swallow is that I create my own reality and that nobody will give me my stolen childhood back. I am an (albeit young) adult now and I must do everything I can to avoid becoming like her. Her life is not a life I want to lead. There's hope and you won't always be in this place.

Finding's after CT ABD+PEL W CON:
IMPRESSION: 18 x 13 x 11 mm lobulated soft tissue nodule in the right lower quadrant small bowel mesentery. Although this most likely represents a reactive mesenteric lymph node, an early mesenteric carcinoid cannot be excluded. Lab tests to rule out carcinoid tumor, described above are suggested including urine collection for 5-H IAA measurement
FINDINGS: LOWER CHEST: No pleural effusion or pericardial effusion is identified. Lung bases are clear. ABDOMEN/PELVIS: HEPATOBILIARY: No focal hepatic lesions are demonstrated. The gallbladder appears unremarkable.There is no evidence of significant biliary dilatation.
SPLEEN AND RETROPERITONEUM:The spleen is normal in size. No focal splenic masses are demonstrated.The pancreas appears normal without evidence of mass or inflammation.No adrenal masses are demonstrated.In the distal small bowel mesentery near the ileocecal artery and vein there is a small lobulated soft tissue lesion measuring 18 mm transverse dimension with a craniocaudal dimension of 12.6 mm and an anteroposterior dimension of 10.9 mm. Differential diagnosis includes an enlarged mesenteric lymph node (most likely) or small mesenteric carcinoid (less likely) . In favor of an enlarged lymph node is the presence of other scattered mildly prominent lymph nodes in the small bowel mesentery. This does not have the appearance of mesenteric adenitis but could simply represent reactive mesenteric lymph nodes to a current gastrointestinal illness. I recommend performance of lab tests for detection of serotonin, chromogranin A and urinary 5-HIAA to exclude carcinoid or other neuroendocrine tumor. Additionally, a follow-up CT the abdomen and pelvis in 3-6 months is suggested to determine if this soft tissue lesion remains present or regresses in the interval. Spontaneous regression would indicate a benign reactive lymph node.
The inferior vena cava is unremarkable. The aorta is normal in caliber. BOWEL AND PERITONEUM: There is no evidence of abnormal bowel dilatation or bowel wall thickening. There is no evidence of significant free fluid or free intraperitoneal air. The appendix is normal. PELVIS:The bladder appears unremarkable. No pelvic masses or abnormal fluid collections are demonstrated. No pelvic or inguinal adenopathy is evident. MUSCULOSKELETAL AND EXTRA-ABDOMINAL SOFT TISSUES: Within normal limits for age.
I'm 32M (Just turned 32 yesterday actually).
I know this is a lot but it's been quite the year for me:
I had an awful bout of covid in March/April and actually had to go to the ER (had scans because my lungs, chest and ribs were killing me) - they were all clear and then a covid test came back positive. Also had awful coughing fits almost constantly for over a week.
Then in late April (around the 24th) I had a chunk of a rotted molar fall out (wasn't able to financially take care of a cavity previously), went to the dentist and was put on a round of antibiotics for infection (3x a day for 7 days) - bad fatigue /brain fog started around this time and was only recently getting a little better. Had that tooth pulled on May 3rd + and am over a few weeks in recovery at this point.
Saw doc for checkup back in January and had elevated/high blood pressure (which runs in my family). At this point I was 214lbs and eating awful everyday...I'm talking fast food, ice cream daily, junk food, no veggies, etc.
Immediately overhauled my diet (which looking back I don't think was a good idea - should have eased into things) and went from a sedentary lifestyle to eating lots of vegan options + exercising almost daily. Started drinking way more water. Dropped down to 186-189lbs in about 3 1/2 months.
Saw doc a few days ago and was down to 172lbs - give or take a few pounds (42 days after last weight check). I am now trying to course correct a little and up my calorie intake because I don't think I've been getting proper nutrition (enough protein specifically + calories per day). Still physically active.
I got the CT scan in the first place because of off and on pain I've had since Covid19 (on the opposite side of where the nodule was found mind you)
I have a family history of Crohn's disease (mom said at least 6 people) and IBS/gut issues (my mom and grandma and several aunts) - immediate family is on meds for their issues. We also all have hemorrhoids.
Also had a colonoscopy when I was 15 because of tummy issues I was having
I have no symptoms like bloody stool, vomiting, diarrhea
Except now I'm extremely anxious (diagnosed anxiety disorder) so that's for sure effecting my stomach. Also haven't slept much the past few days.
I just wanna know if anything I've experienced this year could explain this..and also a better understanding of the findings. It appears the surrounding organs and everything else is fine. I think?
Trying not to google too much. I'm making an appointment with Oncology tomorrow

i called and waited at pershing square for 4 hours. ghosted since then and that was 3 weeks ago

Hello all. My fiancé's side of the family just discovered that my sister-in-law hid a pregnancy and had a daughter, but she refuses to share any information. She forgot to remove my father-in-law as her contact, so he got a call from the hospital asking for a confirmation of the name of the new daughter who was born on date X/XX so that she could be put on her food stamps. They were already suspicious, because she had been asking for frequent trips to the gynecologist, and she wore nothing but hoodies and baggy clothes despite the 90 degree weather. My in-laws are obviously very distraught that she would hide all of this information from them. They have been nothing but reasonable, saying that they would be helpful and understanding if it was something like a high-risk pregnancy. I am just trying to help. The new daughter was born in Butler County.

I am 30f and live alone, never had a real relationship, addicted to masturbation and fantasy, obese, mentally and chronically ill, and autistic. I struggle making ends meet and have a dead-end job in customer service. I want to better myself but because of my chronic autoimmune issues I never feel well enough to balance both work and school because working full time takes so much out of me. I sleep in until it is time to roll out of bed and get read for work. I have no energy or drive to do anything for myself. All I do is jerk off and think about sex and wish I was married.
My family is mad at me. Men are repulsed by me. I can't make friends or keep them. Yes, I am in counselling and have a long way to go before I can be a person who people want to get to know. But right now I feel like the most worthless piece of excrement. I go on Facebook and see all my old friends and acquittances sharing pregnancy announcements, engagement pictures, wedding photos, baby bump photos, sonogram pictures and feel the most painful jealousy knowing that will never be me because I am not likeable.
There is something about me that turns people off, both men and women. I can sit in a group full of people talking and no one ever engages me or looks at me. When I try to speak up or throw something in the conversation people ignore me or act like they didn't hear me. I feel invisible among people and it is the most painful feeling. I don't know what it is about me but people just don't respond well to me. I think it is my anti-social personality, but what they don't know is I am anti-social for a reason because I have been hurt by people very much in the past and don't want to be hurt again.
I was sexually harassed by a professional last year and threatened to take my review down of the BBB or else they would take me to court and sue me for libel. They did not believe my story and I never felt so invalidated and violated in my life. Men are attracted to me at first and want "me", but that is about it. No one wants to love me or know me. I could go to any bar in town and find someone to sleep with tonight--but that is where it ends. I feel empty and like a husk people just use or want to play with to suit their needs. It makes me feel absolutely worthless.
I am obese and use food to escape from loneliness. It is the only comfort I have.
I can't afford the things I need. I can't drive and never got my driver's license due to illness in the family after I get my permit and never had anyone who had time to teach me. I can't afford to see the endocrinologist which I have been needing to for a long time for my pituitary tumor that I was diagnosed with in 2015. I have not been on medication for it in years and it's probably grown and my periods are extremely heavy and I am growing facial hair now (which makes me feel disgusting and unfeminine). I haven't been to the dentist in years and went this year after I got my tax refund and found out I need over $10,000 in dental work my workplace insurance can't cover. So I have teeth rotting out of my head and a tumor in my head that is wrecking havoc on my hormones.
I feel like a waste of space and life. There are children dying of cancer who deserve the air I am breathing more. There are mothers who have children who deserve the air I am breathing more. There are people who have purpose and lives to lead who deserve the air I am breathing more. I ask myself, why did God create someone like me if He knew this is all I would ever amount to be? I am sure even He is repulsed by me as well.
I feel dirty, cast out, unwanted, disgusting, un-likeable and useless. I feel like at this point I am just waiting to die. The only thing that is keeping me wanting to stay is my cat who depends on me.

What's your go-to high protein, fast food option? It doesn't need to ve healthy. I'm just tired, trying to hit a macro goal

I know there was a similar post, but I’m having trouble finding the exact nutrition information for 100g of this raw

I have lived in British Columbia all of my life. But I don't recognize this province any longer. I don't consider myself as racist, I don't look at skin color as a barrier, however, I witness and experience the changing landscape over the past several years with economic immigration. I have quit frequenting many fast food franchises. gas stations, corner stores and some big box grocers (WM) due to what I consider to be a very downgraded quality of service and overall "FU" attitude from the proprietors. I am researching emigrating from Canada as I don't recognize it anymore. Don't even get me started on inflated taxes, suffocation of free speech, all these "WOKE" people. I am trying to keep this clean because I have witnessed that these moderators are .......

I’m most op 3 weeks tomorrow and Im feeling fine but has anyone had issues with the transition to soft foods? It’s like I get three-four bites in and sometimes im throwing it up. I’m eating slow and drinking slow. I also had a hiatal hernia repaired at the same time so I’m not sure if it’s both and food is getting stuck cause of the hernia repair or if this happened to others also?

Stats: 46 F, SW 192, CW 152.4, GW 135. Current dose 96 Units Semaglutide. Started July 14th 2023, been taking weekly for 45 weeks.
Overall down 39.6 lbs in 45 weeks which I'm very happy with!!! During my journey I've noticed I'll drop 5-10 lbs then stall for 3-4 wks, then drop again, stall, etc. The last two stalls have been much more lengthy so this is why I decided to try Tirzepatide for 3 months, and will be taking 1st dose later this week.
Side effects have been minimal and manageable. I noticed all minor side efforts went away with time. For example, had more burps for a few weeks then went back to normal. Hair was shedding much more for about 6-8 weeks then back to my normal hair shedding. BMs became less and if I didn't go for a few days would take a gentle laxative. Was using laxatives every other week in the beginning and now maybe take it once a month if not at all.
Any insight from someone who has switched??? Any advice is much appreciated.
My little hacks I did while on the Semaglutide journey is:

• Only put your weight in a tracker if you went down, the reason I did this was so that I could see my little chart in a downward trend which made me happy to look at.
• Prior to dropping weight, my weight would bounce around so I started weighing myself much less which was so freeing!!!
• Tried splitting a dose a few times into twice a week which wasn't helpful for me.
• Ran out twice before the next order and would start back less for a week or two before titrating back up.
• If losing weight would stay at a lower dose longer.
• Made better food choices but didn't overthink it which was also freeing.
• Had started taking good multivitamin prior to starting and are still taking them. I think this helped me keep my energy levels normal.

My journey has been happy and at times has felt effortless as compared to previous weight loss success. Over the years I've tried every diet, exercise regiment out there to lose weight with enormous effort. Now it just feels effortless mentally even though I'm putting in effort which is a welcomed change.
Best of luck to all of you and wish you much success.

Does anyone else have trouble eating red meat and/or ice cream?
For 30+ years, I was able to eat mostly anything I wanted without many issues. Around 7 years ago, eating red meat or ice cream started to give me what I can only describe as GI distress. Spicy food used to also cause issues, but not lately.
Nothing else does this so far. Yogurt, coffee creamer, any other type of meat, dairy, seafood, etc.
The only thing I really miss about either is a really well made cheeseburger. I just switched meds from Otezla to Cosentyx, which lines up with my new tolerance to spicy food.
May give a lean couple bites of red meat a chance, but not sure yet.