Another day, another chance.

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Thursday?  Good.  I was thinking it was Friday.  There are things I hope to do before the weekend.  Not sure it's  possible, but a day is a chance.  When sleep arrives while groggy beyond reason what day it is or will be upon waking just doesn't always work out as it might seem.  More so when wave after wave of off days and nights batters the senses.  It is amazing that I am tending the girls, medicine, amd food.

I am fasting again, daily fasting.  Because of the fog I usually eat one meal a day.  Some of the pain, as I remember from the last time I fasted, is from internal shuffling.  It isn't that I am losing too fast, mostly.  It is that my body hasn't been in this size territory in thirty years.  Organs, connective tissue, muscle, and fat all has to try to puzzle itself all together again, and on a still changing area.  Add in extra long sleep sessions which put that under extra stress and, well, things will hurt.

Why try to lose weight?  To be honest that is not even one of the actual goals, merely a potential side effect.  The real goals are to control, perhaps eliminate, diabetes... again, affect heart rate and pulse, and otherwise improve health.  Medicine won't do it, neither would surgery.  Modern Western medicine is a partly controlled death, not a way to health.  You have to choose health, work for it, know when and regarding what to trust your medical employees, then go from there.  Do your own research.  Would you go to a clothier and just tell them to dress you?  People wonder why they can't afford doctors but do that very thing.  Doctors pretty much just sell pills.

The pain often goes shortly after getting up.  The fog seems to last, never fully lifting.  Wait, I think the last time I was fasting I researched brainfog.  There was a couple of vitamins, a ketone starter mix, and...  Yeah.  I'll round that stuff up and begin using.  I don't think it will help with pain, but that is far less of a problem than a semipermanent daze.  I want to get to some work and projects.  Love working when possible.

The dress shoes don't fit. I'll need to return those, trying a 13 in one of them. I hate buying shoes.

Later.  Actually it might be naptime.