Not much, almost nothing else, done yesterday.

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Still, there is today.  I haven't given up just because I had difficulty getting going.  That was yesterday.  I set the laundry to a 30 minute finish to drying, as well, brought all the dirty clothes I could find down, to be washed today.  Well, what can be washed.  And I set up a basket to take upstairs, of clothes needing sorted.

I broke down a few trash bag boxes, which... yea, they are still getting in and stealing.  There were bags in all of those, a third of the where full.  All gone.  Still getting in and stealing.  I will add more latch locks to the one back door which is still vulnerable, and do another trick or two.  Of course, all the locks in the world do absolutely no good if you don't latch, set, or otherwise engage them.  It is difficult to remember every single night.  Though, what I am doing has cut down on thievery some.  But they are insistent.

Blood sugar got a bit low, so I had something to eat.  It rose a bit drastically, considering what I ate.  So I had to dose again, as it was up to 152.  A small dose of fast acting insulin, with some kefir, plus slow acting insulin.  And, this morning, 148 fasting blood sugar?  Stupid thing.  Until it submits, it's like trying to get a wild animal into a barn.  Once it is in, it's... mostly... good.  Until then, especially right at the gate, it's terribly out of control.  Can't tell what it will do.

To bed a bit late.  All good.  I think I slept right at eight hours.  And I slept well, other than peeing often.  For as often as I went, I didn't fill the jug even a quarter full.  Ugh... hate that.  I did finish the steak yesterday.  Quite a good meal.  Not as good as ribeye, but not bad.  A bit much fat, but all the protein I could dream of.  

Planning the meal for the day is getting easier.  Keeping meats thawed is the biggest trick.  Bacon and eggs for lunch, but fewer all around.  Have it more often.  But all the planning in the world is great, until I can't eat that much, or don't like it.  Or, on some day, just... can't cook.  The other difficulty is getting enough protein.  No matter how much I stuff into the meal, natural and produced, it is still a struggle to even hit 113... the technical low bar.  My real goal is 150 to 200, and as close to, or over, 200 as possible.

I think, today, it is 153, so far.  Perhaps another chicken thigh, if I can handle it.  Yes, I've planned it in.  But actually eating it is another thing.  That porterhouse took care of protein!  At 132, at least... Still?  That only got me most of the way.  I still had to sort out other.  And, so full from that, eating other meats was out of the question.  Mostly powder and egg whites carried me over.  I am going to have to add a lot more egg whites to my storage though.  If, mostly, I will depend on protein powder.  

I would like enough for a cup of egg whites a day, so about ten containers?  That... might be price... hmm... that would be about $50 to $60 a month, and is replacing other things in my diet.  So... yea, maybe.  Powders, so far, are about $60 for the month, at two doses a day.  Though some I am looking at are a bit more expensive, or similar.  None are less expensive.

Still, for a third of my "food" bill, for eating right, and basing my nutrition on protein?  I... think that might be reasonable.  Most people honestly don't eat right.  I certainly haven't been.  Still miss a lot.  It's a long slog, and I can't seem to die, so I'd like to try to get things sorted a bit.  And, maybe, figure out how to begin swimming again.  With the right food program, I could see that being much more useful this time around.  Gosh, but figuring out the world is quite a thing, doubly so for a triple plus dead guy.

Hmm?  Oh, I best get breakfast started.  I set the alarm for the girls.  Will get the rabbits around sunup... or an hour or two later anyway.  A shower, as soon as I wake a bit.  Then dishes in, and another load of laundry set to go.  I am sure I will get to it today.  Almost sure.  Mostly sure.  Later.