The point of this story is that it seems to illustrate something that thinking about Asperger's syndrome for the first time in a little while got me musing about. I actually don't mind repetition; I never really have. But there's something, perhaps a counterphobic tendency, that makes me fear it. I have always considered my adventurousness to be an important trait for preventing stagnation, but I wonder how much of it is cultivated and how much is really natural. I do get overloaded pretty easily, and when that happens I want to withdraw, to simplify life to a manageable level. I crave quality, depth, and immersion, so I constantly want to cut out distractions, but whenever I am successful in this I become seized by a countervailing fear that I will shrivel into a reclusive outcast, isolated from fresh ideas, playful excursions, and enriching communication with others. My fear of repetition extends to a lot of things - for example, it causes a noticeable amount of psychological anguish to follow the same path on a walk or run two days in a row, or to wear the same clothes multiple times in a week. But these are not actions that inherently bother me - what I am bothered by is the idea of possible effects that would come about if I did not strictly control my behavior in this way.
Maybe the explanation is that I have an egregore that I set up long ago to prevent rituals from settling. And maybe this is not really conducive to my individual happiness and actualization as a person.
Anyway, the cereal (or maybe it's the two meals a day paradigm, or some combination) seems to work pretty well. Yesterday, on a lark I tried on some size 5 pants I've had in my closet for a couple of years, and they fit fine. I wore them all day. In the evening, when I went to the grocery store, I noticed an enormous dial-headed scale against the front window in the entryway. It appeared to be a technical instrument, like for the shelf stockers to use, as it was not particularly attractive and had no coin op attachment, yet it was sitting there in a natural-looking spot and had a low enough platform, so I hopped on. Even wearing all my clothes (including my 3/4 length vinyl coat) it measured me at 132. That is what I would have considered a really good weight when naked about six months ago. So it seems like I'm doing something right, even though I haven't started formal CR yet.