Eh? Eh.

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Nearly sixteen hundred.  This week has been slow.  Today is no different.  On the good side, I have rested a bit.  Further, I was able to be up before six this morning.  No work, today.  Plans, however, fomented.  For tomorrow.

It has only gotten to 63 outside, today.  Still, a good temp.  I still have to think they are getting snow, when we get rain, often, in the mountains?  Can't be sure.

A bit more music.  More just mood?  Mostly.  Though, brought, not sought.

The hungers I have, left and right, this and that, those and these, seem to be being lured, with song, and else.  Both have been denied.  One for going on two decades, the other more like three and change decades.  Strange how they still... are as strong as ever.

In part, the reason for the retreat from them.

Odd how that goes.

I'll check blood sugar before bed.  About 17:30 if all tells pan out.  I'll post it, just... to keep track.  If I need to look back, I can.  Not sure anyone else is here.  But, this isn't for you, if you are.  Not even, really, for me.  Save... a few things, like this.  Other than to unload thoughts, images, and such, sometimes musically.  On, or off, with it?  :p

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Blood sugar is 201?  Bleh.  I had one kefir, two to three ounces of roasted nuts, a fatted tea, and a vinegar tonic.  Hmm... odd.  That was a very light 'meal'.  I put the ' ' marks to suggest it wasn't all at once, but spread out over three hours?  Four?  But, mostly, a single, sort of continuous, meal.

Oh, with the body tracking watch going, I am considering going back to the food tracking program as well.  More in prep for eventual workouts, swimming, sprinting, or even just getting back to action.  So cool though.  But a fast heat up isn't going to help.

I called my brother today.  He didn't answer.  My mother, though, called.  I wanted to brag, just a bit, about breaking 260, for the first time since beginning to gain weight when I got ill.  Well, and the blood sugar thing.  My mother didn't care about eating vinegar, or doing anything for her diabetes.  I am hoping my brother will, but I doubt it.

Even the bible suggests, even if you come back to life or came down from heaven... or purgatory, people just... won't listen.  They don't... if they are going their way, they will continue to go their way.  You can't help them.  Can try, I suppose.  My mother simply doesn't care.  She paid her taxes, she wants shots, not health.  Okay.  My brother just won't be interested in trying something new.  He isn't in control of his life, home, family.  Even if he wanted to do something, without them making him, he wouldn't.  Though, maybe even then.  And, he'd hate whoever got them to push.  So...  Still, I'll tell him.  He'll ignore me.  Check.

On to bed?  Very shortly.  It's not even 18:00, but... close enough.  And, I am tired.  I was up so early, comparatively.  Now to try to sleep early, again.  This time, besides covering the tootsies, in double, triple, wrap, I'll add the electric blanket and turn that on for a bit.  Just a bit of reading.  

Nothing fancy, mostly.  Look, other than his version of intensity, and actually aiming for body building, a lot of what he is suggesting was how I did things.  And, that is how I plan to continue, only adding in his single set, workout to exhaustion, portion.  Slow to lift, hold at the top, slow down, breathing exercises while doing so.  

Of course, there are serious limits to... what I can expect.  And how far I can go.  But there is some possibility to increase strength.  Especially if I can add swimming in, and sprinting.  I like his starter program.  May not be able to follow it absolutely.  But... three out of four or five might not be bad.