Up late.

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Just... couldn't sleep.  Earlier, I realized I hadn't eaten nearly enough.  I am running at 1450 calories, shy one but rounds well.  And I will do that.  But I won't do 1k, which is where I was at, when I logged everything.  So, I had some cheese, beef sticks, and a fatted coffee to just about exactly get me to the calorie goal.

If I can do that, and for a week, but really two, then I check things again.  If weight loss occurs, good.  If not?  Perhaps attempting to be more active.  But, if I could do that, I would have done that.  Not sure it is more possible on that steep of a calorie deficit if it wasn't on larger doses of calories?

Blood sugar has been a bit odd.  Starting at 153, then 71 after a meal and 8 cc's of fast acting insulin.  Then 127.  I rechecked, because when nursing that finger, to stem the blood, it tastes sweet... so I washed any potential taint of liquid sucralose off and retested.  Nope, well, 129... still... same.  I was always curious if sucralose, on the fingers, might cause a bad/high reading.  I would say this strongly suggests not.  Then 105, later in the evening.  I won't check it now, it could be doing very odd things.  Weekly average is 107.  The minor mistake is being... amended, quickly?  I have seen it bounce for a day or two.  So... will see tomorrow morning.  And, I only overdid intermittent fasting by about an hour... given that I started late, ate for the four hours, then ate another hour later, but still within the six hour range, at least.  Bleh.

I have always been a bit curious about what bp does at night.  Though, of course, being awake at an odd, very late for my recent schedule, hour, will possibly skew the results.  135/87 with a pulse of 71.  I get the bp, but not the pulse.  I... think  that is a good thing.

Oh, a bit of music.  The first?  Reminds me of... when I thought I was being my own, but in truth was working for, and in, the world.  Until I wasn't.  God knows.  Then, of course, for a while, even after choosing otherwise, I still thought it was my own thing.  God is certainly patient.  He... can wait forever.  And with some of us, has.  Amen.

This... was... a haunt for some time.  Just like women always do, they say this, and that, even when opposite.  Oh... I get it.  But the door is always open, with a few caveats.  Ring, finger, check, or no.  Of course, now that I no longer receive ssd?  Any other form of retirement wouldn't be an issue.  Though, she... isn't the only one.  *wink*

And, this...  Yes, I get it.  The devil it is said.  And a devil indeed.  A devil's advocate, but come to light.  Such an odd world, how things go.

Well, on to bed.  Dream, nightmare, sleep, or rolling... it's on to bed to see what might happen.  Ugh.  Goodnight, yourself.  Sweet or interesting dreams.