Blew half the gig.

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Last night, that is.  My fast, had to quit.  After a shower, dressing as warmly as possible, then kicking the furnace to 78° F, I was absolutely freezing.  It actually seemed on the verge of dangerous.  Only a day and an half of fasting, and it was a warmer evening, above zero, no wind.

Eating was what I considered the only solution.  Initially salami, cream cheese, and a fatted tea.  That simply wasn't enough.  I thought more hot fatted tea, but that just wouldn't do it.  I needed solid food, but had nothing thawed or otherwise ready.  So out I went.  Fast food, but as carefully chosen as possible.

Well chosen as it turns out.  Blood sugar is still slowly dropping.  Not as fast as if fasting?  Below 200, finally.  Actually about along a similar trajectory as fasting, just a bit more shallow.  Fat fasting, technically.  I may go out again tonight, but put meat out to thaw so I don't have to keep going out.

I couldn't sleep until I warmed back up and then could cool down.  I am hoping to crash earlier tonight.  Later.