The black tom.

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Feral, very young, but still around.  Not in the garage anymore.  Probably got too big for the path he had been using to get in.  Still, not all that big.  If having to beg, borrow, and steal for food.  Once I realized he beds in the rabbit outbuilding, I decided to make him more welcome.  I took him dry food out tonight.

He has been there every night for the last two, when I checked.  I am sure he will be glad for the food.  I might get him some of the extra wet canned food, as Sassy is just getting too fat, and Sam remains skinny no matter how often she eats.  But she wants to eat more often.

Yea, I could feed the girls more often, and just scrape a tablespoon out of each pot, and take that too him at night, or in the morning, when I go out.  If he doesn't end up eating it, I'll stop.  But... my guess is, even frozen, he'll chow that down like a happy fool.  

I kept think I was supposed to be on six hours?  Feed time?  It's... not possible.  I will either have to cut foods, just try to keep that macro balance I want.  But cut calories, by a lot.  I can't do three meals in six hours.  Can I work with 1,300 to 1,500 calories?  I suppose I could add nuts, but then I'd have to really hit chia to balance, which... has problems itself.  Ugh.

I may see if I can handle just the equivalent of two meals.  It seems to work okay.  While I will eat a third meal tonight, from now on, not so much.  Though, too, if I want to eat little things, in there, I will.  Like a peanut butter and celery and carrot plate in there somewhere, or a can of sardines or cod liver.  Oh... now I have easily keto doable crackers, for the canned fish and fish offal!  That... really helps, especially with the whole cod livers.  Though not a whole can at once... a bit rich for even me.

I did get out to check on the rabbits.  I am going to check later in the afternoon.  It looks like things had just mostly frozen up.  Still some gurgling when tipped, but mostly frozen in there.  And, since they hadn't needed feed, earlier, I checked.  They certainly were happy for feed now.  And fresh water.

Hey, it's not a super life.  It's a little life.  A humble life.  But I enjoy it.  And life is getting better.  Bit by bit, somehow.    Blood sugar is 113.  I took 4 to 6 cc's with my last meal.  Good call.  Sure, trying to run a razor's edge.  But... doing it.  I have the slow acting already in the syringe.  I'll take night meds with supper.  It was supposed to be 12 ounces of pork.  But that is just too much.  And, I cut 10.xxx and didn't want to try another slice.  Further, while it heats, it will render to more like 9.0 to 9.5 ounces.  All good, I am stuffed.  Sam and perhaps the tom will get a handsome piece of that.

You know?  Trying to eat regularly, if you cook a bigger piece of meat, it really... lasts... well.  By eating more, however, I end up eating a lot less.  How that works is odd, but true.  On a regulated diet, I am not wasting, either.  I will far more easily be able to shop, cook, and eat.  This amazes me.  Women used to do this, and were considered nearly mythical.  Now that I know, I find it a shame that they don't do this anymore.  Many can't, most just as well won't or wouldn't.  Sad.  It's so easy, and vital.  Women are just too lazy and self-centered these days.

I only had a few women who cooked.  I tried to cook, but had no real knowledge, so was edging toward excesses in every way.  Fat is fine, to a point.  Sugar, if you aren't diabetic, is okay in small portions.  But when you deep fry fatty sugars?  Yea.  Oh, it was tasty.  It just... it was killing us.

Yes, it looks like I may be cutting back to 1,300 to 1,500 calories.  That will be good, for a long way in the the (to my mind improbable) weight loss program.  And, with me weighing in with clothes on, I'm back to the start.  But... all good.  And, with fats being cut by proportion?  Could be good.  Though I am going to shoot for higher protein.  I am going to try to hit that.  So, fat will be a bit lower than before?  Hmm... I'll... figure it on the fly.  Later.