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  • I'm sure parm would be good in breadcrumbs on top or a little in the sauce but this was a mistake sauce that was just parm and cream. Live and learn.

    For mac and cheese, have you tried hot sauce? Just a little makes the cheese pop. It's like coffee and chocolate.

  • A string of mild injuries has pushed me the other way. I love driving standard but there's no leniency. If I twist my knee, pull a leg muscle, etc., I have to choose between driving or making that injury worse. I can't afford to be home bound just cause I rolled my ankle over the weekend.

  • I just had the same experience. Gotta tell you, parm mac and cheese is not good. Ended up adding a whole extra bag of noodles and tomato sauce for sweetness and acidity. It's edible now but I went overboard cause I can't even taste the parm.

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  • I had a similar experience, not with broken bones but with joint injuries and generalized hypermobility. I had so many trouble joints that the physical therapy for one joint would be hard on others, sometimes to the point of reinjuring. Finding exercises was a minefield and keeping a routine was a constant balancing act.

    For years I had to go mind numbingly slow. I used to weight lift and the few exercises I could do were incredibly boring in comparison. I wanted to be able to crush the exercises and advance out of the boredom, but my body simply couldn't keep up without new injuries. It's been about 4 years now and I'm finally able to add some exercises I like, but it's painfully slow. I like walking but every time I step on the treadmill I want to go faster, longer. Then I injure myself because I went 2.5 mph instead of 2 and 1.5 mi instead of 1. Frustrating.

    When I look back, I can see the improvements. I realize a joint that used to be in constant pain hasn't been trouble for a while. I almost cried when I could kneel on the floor again. The physical therapy is working. What I thought would take weeks takes months, what I thought would take months takes years. But if I'm going to live several more decades (hopefully), I have that time. So might as well keep up with it.