Pains come, pains go.

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Yea, well, it looks like they are gone.  Or at least what remains is under the radar.  I think there is some still there, in various places.  Just not enough to peak through my... defenses?  Something.  I don't know what time I went to bed...  Oh, but I called my mother as I was going on to bed.  That was a quarter after noon, then we talked until around noon thirty.  I fell asleep almost immediately after.  Waking just at twenty thirty, so... a right sleep.

I had to push to get out of bed.  Not all constancy is in place, but it is improving.  I can't always prayer, going into sleep or coming out of it.  Working on those things.  You don't set things aside and just pick them back up at your best.  As well, I have installed and am deploying a food log, with calories, weight loss goals, and possibly more in time.  It lists micronutrients, fats... carbs... fiber... and proteins... plus at least a few other things, of course, such as calories.

About the food logging.  It will, already has, hurt my feelings.  Then again, today, I knew I was pushing the line.  If too, I put in a little more than I think I actually ate... slightly... going over rather than under.  Still, it said I ate way over what I thought I ate.  On the good side, I didn't go over maintenance calorie consumption, I knew I was overeating, and as mentioned it was under the weight gain caloric consumption level.  Still, it jarred me how little I can really eat.  I LOVE to eat, when I eat.

It will take a bit to get the proportions down.  But I am, now, scientifically, trying.  It's not just going by natural inclinations and extremely rough guesstimates.  Pounds, ounces, cups, teaspoons, and the rest.  Which also means I may begin cutting fats... to cut calories, subtracting fiber from carb sums, and doing whatever else it takes.  Which may include adding more chicken and more turkey to my protein lineup... At least the daily meals were well within keto macros... micros?  Too tired for things to sound right or be snappily on my mind's fingertips quite yet.  Blood sugar was very high though.  Oh well.  Volume.  Then again, I don't usually eat that much.

It was 68° upstairs and outside when I woke, 73° downstairs in the main, and 78° in this computer front room.  I opened everything up, including upstairs.  I put the ducks in.  It's already dark by 20:30, or pretty much.  Yea.  I may start feeding and watering the ducks in the entryway.  I should clean that out, open it up, give them some space.  To make it a shorter run for the broody hen.  Especially as the world cools.  Still, I'll keep the pool open as long as possible, and keep the door open so they can forage as is possible.

So many startups.  Actual dieting, praying, a return to chastity.  All going... well... okay.  A start.  Back to puzzles too.  Which reminds me, I should go up and spend an hour or two on that.  As well, I hope to begin cleaning and organizing in the kitchen, bathroom, and food storage area.  I really hope to have the bathroom and kitchen sorted, mostly, by Monday... then absolutely finished by Friday.

If so, I will go on a hike... up the Wellsville mountain, but the fast hard way, or try to find the slower easier slope?  I won't take much... flashlights, firestarters, waterproof light overgear, a warmer overshirt and possibly woolen leggings, plus food and water enough for a few days.  Maps won't really help up there.  Maybe a tarp or pup type tent... lightweight but waterproof.  Hmm... I best get a smaller pack set up.  Someone stole one of them, but on my trip from Iowa.  Or in Iowa.  Or when I got back, before I could get it in the house.  I... can't be sure... about killed myself on that return trip.  And I can't be sure when it went missing.  I have... a system I can break down to a small system though...

It isn't thirty miles away, or the trailheads.  Or as a crow flies.  I look at it every time I look south from my home.  I wonder if it looks back?  It has been calling for quite some time, either way.

Later.