Very cool.

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Literally.  One of my thermometers reads at 64, outside.  I am not sure I believe it.  Too tired to truck back to the other one.  Or right now.  Rained a bit, off and on.  Not much.  It is, mostly, high summer.  Not that rain is impossible, or even all that rare, historically.  If since I have lived here it seems to be more of a rare thing.  And this temp this time of year is just a bit odd.  Not that my memory is perfect.  And maybe, if health is returning, heat and cold don't quite mean the same thing as when I was much sicker.

I do seem to have a bit more energy.  Not a lot.  Enough to do just a bit more, especially since being so down for this last little bit.  Down time can really trash my ability to do much.  It's like I have to get back in shape all over again, in a bigger or smaller way.  I do wear out quickly.  Though I can get back to something quicker than I would expect.  I am hoping to capitalize on this.  Trash tomorrow, a few things around the house.  It is supposed to get downright chilly, comparatively, with... if I heard correctly... 62 F as a high!  We'll see.  Maybe snow, but not in the fronting mountains... back in a bit.  Might be worth a drive.  Still seems very unlikely.  I can't remember a time it snowed in the secondary areas in the summer, but... not that I always track these things.  But 62 F, as a high, in mid July?  In a desert area?  It... I remember summers where 90 was... it... or higher.  Just funny.  That cold might knock me down.  It can do.  Or I might just truly enjoy, since it's probably just for a moment.

As to diet?  Tomorrow?  No food.  I'll fast the whole of the day, into the next, eating at Tuesday, regular.  I know, supper is coming.  I'll just stow that for the next night.  That'll work.  Something else I might do is boil eggs.  I bought some, will see if they will do.  Boiled, peeled, chilled, eggs are great food in the summer.  I ought to get greens, if I can keep up with them.  That and eggs is even better, with the right fats... olive oil and vinegar dressing, with a few Italian inspired spices and herbs.  Vinegar... balsamic, apple cider, wine, etc.  My last woman type truly enjoyed how I could spin out a dressing that would... get me in trouble.  The way to a man's heart might be his belly, but the belly on a woman goes in a totally different direction.  They are just much more finicky about their belly.  As am I.  *grins*

Oh, uhrm... Yeah.  It's bed time.  I am crashing hard.  Oh, but... something else I have been looking at, for meals, diet, fasting, is one meal a day, omad.  Not sure if it is right, or for now, but it has promise.  The rules, give or take, are reasonable.  At least since fasting doesn't seem too difficult.  While I am hu... big... it isn't because I eat massive amounts, it's because I don't move much.  So energy, insulin, heart failure... all play a role.  Unless all improve, at least some, nothing will really take off.  I might manage insulin, but if that doesn't turn to weight loss, which then manages the heart to a degree...  I don't need to become perfectly healthy.  If I can just improve, even to being slightly outside of the heart replacement levels, with insulin in control, I can... be slightly more active.  A vicious, difficult to maintain, cycle... perhaps at first, maybe for the rest of my life... if it works.  What, however, do I have to lose by trying?

Good night.  God bless.  And if you must, do what is right.