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Yesterday I ended up hungry.  My resistance fell.  I ate.  It was actually a smaller meal, as the protein was a lamb chop.  My midday blood sugar was 144.  An hour and an half, after eating at 18:00, my blood sugar had jumped to 256.  Crazy.  I took my blood sugar then because I was crashing... had to go to bed.  Fasting blood sugar is 196.  Let's see if I can fast today.

Feeling just a bit (extra) ragged today.  Nothing too hard.  I may or may not get over it.  No major issue either way.  It's a mix, part minor headache, slight muscle and joint pulls here and there, a small exhaustion not handled by sleep, feeling a bit stretched... thin.  Not much by parts, but the sum mass adds to a general mild malaise.

I am, roughly, back on meds.  The weather is remaining on the cooler side.  I went to bed at 19:30, woke at 3:20.  Though the problem(s) may have nothing to do with anything.  Sometimes that just happens.  Whether it is luck or God's will which allows, or forces me, to remain, I do not live by natural means.  So, a slightly rotten day is at least to expected, and far more than I have.  In other words, for all the words written to apparently counter what I am about to write, actually I have no complaints.  The caveat?  On balance, given all else, in summation, I have no complaints.  Further, I am all but sure this too shall pass, probably before dawn.


Later.