Self control.

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I lost it, regarding food... and work to a lesser degree, recently.  I am working, a bit each day.  Only not as much as I would hope.  Limited.  But is that a weak willpower or illness.  That one I can't quite tell.  Food was... something very different.  A bug in the helmet, I was... am... so hungry.  I am trying to aim my consumption at good foods.  But it is still there.  I have started praying regarding it.  It might just be a reaction from the combination of dieting and the cold snap.

However, chastity has been... superior.  Even when I lose my will, which has happened, there seems to be... something else involved.  Initially frustrating, when I realize... something holy is involved, or seems so... I am most humbly grateful.  I say a string of prayers, giving thanks.  It's as if Mary herself just says no to... something else.  And so it doesn't happen.  Truly, grateful.  Not perfected, yet, but well on the way.

Still pretty chilly.  I may take a short nap.  I will keep the door open, but the windows closed, see how that works.  The extra clothing may not be enough.  I tried to keep the furnace at 66.  I'm thinking 68, at least, probably 70, plus the layers.  So cold!  Well, as well, I may have to try to work, to create physical warmth.  Calisthenics every hour?  A few push-ups, setups, jumping jacks?  Something.  I suspect, without energy burning, almost no furnace setting will be warm enough... right until it is too hot.

After the nap, a shower.  Then a few burgers.  Laundry set.  Dishes sorted again.  Then a few calls?

Later.