Real food does help.

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I didn't bother with a final blood draw last night.  It had been running in the one teens to one forties.  I had a real meal, a dose, waited several hours the had the slow acting insulin at bedtime.  I was a little disappointed to see it 144 this morning.  Corrections take time.  A single half pound burger and half an avocado, with milk, a dose, and many hours later a 106 blood sugar.

I will have another meal shortly.  I am keeping them on the smaller side.  An half a pork steak and a smaller salad.  I really wish I had gotten sour cream.  Mayo and cream will have to do for salad dressing... well and spices.  It will do, if sour cream really jazzes things.

I may snap beans for tomorrow.  Sometime today.  Those and half a pack of mushrooms are the sorts of carbs I tolerate, moderated by a heaping lot of butter, dash of salt, and pinch of pepper.  I have a few cheeses to try.  I almost bought the more famous of stinky cheeses, but lost my nerve.  I need to find an approach vehicle, something(s) it goes well with?  I have other artisan cheeses to sample.  I should keep a log.

I have continued to eat salami.  More every other day or three, and probably less than an ounce, possibly less than half an ounce.  A slicing device which could do paper thin would be very helpful.  It is for taste more than substance... if one is wise.  Hmm, that might be what would go with the stinky cheese?

Ducks have been out twice today.  I have been awake at the right times and able to remember.  They are enjoying, or were.  The girls seem happier.  It seems like a good day, moment.  I thought about getting to church, it just wasn't possible.  But I smiled at God's place and He beamed back.  He knows.  Besides, He is literally always on or in my mind, plus a side focus... connection.  We are farther from strangers than some might suspect.  Smile?  When you are close, you are always in His smile.

Later.