Monday already?

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Late is the hour.  Which... is great!  I am, somehow, now able to sleep through the hottest part of the day without the heat of the outside disturbing my slumbering.  No crazy fevers, or fevered dreaming, no upset g.i., upper or lower, no feeling of having been baked while asleep, no serious grump upon waking... or that headache fevers can make.  Now, I'm not out in it much, which might also be helping.  But the truth is, quite often, being outside in the heat isn't so bad with all of the outside in which to share the heat.  At least for the times I have been out.

My body is still a bit tender and creaky from losing, changing, fasting, and the switch to 'bio-diesel'.  Burning fat instead of sugar just does different thing.  Fat that has been put here, or there, or such is being slowly taken to the furnace... if I can keep sugars out.  At my weigh-in, I was 251 (not worrying about decimal points, which will average out since I round up).  Last week I weighed 256, the weigh-in before that (not quite a week before, I believe) I was 154, the weigh-in before that, from sickness, had brought my weight down to 271 or 272... from my usual of 280.   My blood test showed 169 this morning... that orange juice sure did a number on my body... it was 166 at it's lowest last eve... yeah... I've been following it closely.  Probably measured four or five times throughout yesterday.  So pissed.  My blood sugar high was 336 from near the start, a fasting blood sugar.  My low, also a fasting blood sugar I believe, was 126 from a few days ago.  I can't swear, but it's been... say... 8~12 cycles of fasting (4~6 if you count each click and clack, up and down, of each kind as one... I count in sets).

I figure, with the heat, I just won't be able to kick a leg over the hump until that starts coming down.  I just can't multi-superman task.  Period.  One hard thing at a time, maybe two.  But that is fasting and the new diet, which are both adjusting both my metabolism and bodily energy source change, and at great speed.  Wrestling with the sun and heat are just... it's too much.  I can tolerate them, and fairly well.  But that is in the passive, not active.

Monday?  Who said that?  Oh, never mind.  Right.  Monday.  I am hoping to get in to the store sometime early this week.  I also need to... do something else.  Time is flying on that as well.  Tick-tock, always.  Still... I think I can, I think there is enough time, I will figure it out.  Hmm...  Hmm?  I don't know.  Later.