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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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