I have to admit?

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Veggies, in with the rest, is not a bad thing once in a while.  Green beans, carrots, and those water cresses... or whatever.  I also added hot spice.  I... really like it hot, from time to time.  You would get ill.  For me, it's... just... nice.  It really isn't that I run it "too hot", or like it "too hot".  I simply can handle a whole lot of heat.  It isn't too much.  It's, for me, just... mildly spicy.

If you could slug Everclear, you'd understand.  Cause I can.  Only, I think hotter spices are healthier.  I haven't had Everclear in a very long time.  The only problem with that stuff wasn't capacity.  It was memory.  It was the only alcohol I drank that I would forget what happened.  I... didn't like that.  Dangerous.

Blood sugar is to 119.  Still not happy with it.  Not sure why it is being fussy.  But... oh well.  Then again, these last few days have been absolutely brutal.  While today is better, better is... very subjective.  I'm working on it though.

A bit more soup.  Just water elsewise.  Antibiotics and "night medicine".  And, then, maybe gaming.  I am thinking about going on to the newer version of the game I am playing.  Maybe.  It has some so-so reviews.  And... I don't know.  Though there are some serious advantages.  I can get in on the game, a redo really, but from the basement.  And... gear through the next stages, as they arrive, ever few to six months.  Plus, all included?  As well, if I get well ahead, I can always come back to the old game, and play what will be coming out, only updated, ahead of time.  So... maybe.  Ugh.

My... body... is changing.  A lot.  Quickly.  Quicker than I would have thought.  The "tire" around the waist was down to a final plateau area, around the belly button area.  It's... gone.  I now have a... secondary tire, much looser, as if the hard tire went and only the inflatable remains?  Sort of.  Only, it's... not full.  The fat is leaving in strange layers and volumes.

It's almost spooky to see the changes.  Not pretty, mind you.  It almost looks worse.  "You look like your melting."?  Right.  Only, it's worse as I lose.  The structure is going.  Until I get to a certain level, again, it... will look horrible.  I'm not sure how bad it will get until it gets better.  Though... maybe it won't get better in my lifetime?  The price of obesity?  Maybe.  Or, maybe, in time, it will get better.  I've probably got between twenty and forty more pounds to go?  Sixty would be too much.  Forty might be pushing it?  We'll see.

That does mean I am over half way to my weight loss.  I'm not sure, yet, where my right weight should be.  Not sure I will know it when I see it, though, either?  I'll just have to play it by ear, go by look, feel, touch.  I just... don't know.  Yet.

A bit more soup.  Some more water.  I'll get the game ordered on.  Then... play a bit.  Then go on back to bed.  Painpills, with night medicine.  Yea.  Later, or goodnight.