Thursday, November 7, 2019

Still nothing.

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There remains hope.  There is time today yet.  And there is tomorrow.  Plus sleep is much better with the mattress.

A few small things.  Blood sugar was 103 so another smaller 10 cc dose with lunch.  Three ounces of tuna, a tablespoon of mayo, a keto pita, half a can of unsweetened peaches with a tablespoon of cream, and tea.  Tasty?  I rarely can afford to eat for flavor.  When I do, it is beef, when I can afford it.  I can't even afford chuck roast or hamburger anymore, not often.

If blood sugar stays low...  It took a while to adjust consumption to get closer to 8 cc's. Still at 10, but I needed 20 or more, if Halloween was haunting my program.  Am I eating too little though?  Is that part of the problem?  I should check my weight the next time I shower.  Loosing weight would be worth it.  Though, to be honest, I don't think even a pound is gone.  Will see.

Yes, I am hoping to do a few things.  If I can sleep, I will though.  Obviously, my days and nights are spinning.  I have no schedule, having lost as many as two hours a day for the last near week.  I don't even hear alarms, so have stopped setting them.  I'll keep trying, for what it is worth.  A woman would help.  It's an odd thing.  Half of it is to be with her, half is to get out and escape her.  But it is a good thing.  Later.

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