Good morning.

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A bit rough, and dark.  I woke late.  But general mood is quite good.  Good enough to slowly rise, perhaps take aspirin, begin sorting life, and getting back on track.  I think so.  I'm about to heat the last of the meatzza, and make meatloaf... probably for tomorrow.  Cooking it on the grill.  An instant thermometer is your friend.

I need to begin again with food, and drink.  Cutting artificial sweeteners to eating times, and only twice a day, cutting meals to an eight hour period each day and only two... one liquid, one more physical, with perhaps a snack... macadamian or other nuts, sardines (in olive or their own oils).  Well, and then back to multiday fasting every week, or every other.  Yeah, it is time.  I am back well enough on medication, plus over the flu well enough.  I won't recover from exhaustion without returning to better foods and methods of eating.  I am enough better to begin attempting better eating.

In time I will return to a four to six hour eating period, perhaps less... perhaps approaching a single meal, if I found that a two hour slow meal works best.  It will take time to get back to that sort of eating.  Notice I don't call it a diet?  It isn't what most call a diet.  It is just how to eat, for life.

I'll be making broth as soon as I can sort the kitchen around.  Beef and chicken, a mix, slow cooked in a 20 quart pot.  I think I'll need the whole thing.  It is for intermittent fasting, a way to get minerals, fat, and other stuff.  Not a daily, even then... an alternative to fatted tea, every other day if I can keep up.  Good stuff.

I am hoping to be ready to hit things tomorrow, at the latest, if by clearing the way today.  It is exciting to begin seeing the future again.  A bright one.  If hoping I don't hear a train whistle as I head into the light.  *grins*  Later.