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A jalapeno and tuna salad? I don't stutter. That and a can of spicy vienna sausages. It wasn't great, and I meant to grab plain vienna sausages. Probably much better blistered over a fire. Not exactly a super meal but keto friendly, enough, and just barely good enough.
Further, I reorganized one of my cabinets so as to remove foods I don't like or don't eat, filling those shelves with the packable trail foods and snacks. They aren't great tasting, but when hungry, will do as snacks or meal additives. Trail meals are rather lacking, especially for biggens. Doubling is too much food, too expensive, and weight prohibitive... these things just add a few more needed bites.
Food, at home or on the trail, for me, is no longer primarily about taste. Once in a while, sure. But food is now about energy, nutrition, function. Even on keto, I have to limit pleasure. Keto helps, but I have to do my part. That means eating whatever it takes to win. That will often require boring food, and often more than I want (of the boring food). And weight loss has become a part of the lead targets. Diabetes and weight loss, now, are equal aims. Which means weighing twice a week, say Monday and Friday?
I have now had three work periods of about two hours. I am hoping for enough more time at work to get clean clothes folded or hung and put away. We will see. All of it has been sorted, some of it folded, but there is a lot of it. If I can get it done, I will shower and change the bedding again. Yeah. Getting things done.
I definitely have boxes to break down. As well, a lot of packing material to pop, compress, and bag. I am surprised at what has happened. Work is moving right along. Of course there is so very much to do... as with climbing, if you fear heights, looking down is ill advised. In my situation, looking around is what is dangerous. Work everywhere... fear inducing volumes of work.
A bit of gaming as aspirin hopefully begins to relieve knots. Then more work and a shower. A fresh bed and shower would make tomorrow an easier work day. Later.
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