I... wanted to see.

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I didn't need to test blood sugars again.  But... I wanted to see the number, to reinforce why not to eat out.  It (almost) always bunts blood sugar from... wherever it is up to the three hundred to four hundred range.  Which really does make me unhappy.  So... I checked.  Not only was it, of course, not in that upper range, but it came down further.  At 111, that is the lowest, I think, that it has been since I have been heading into carnivore.

So happy I didn't give in to my cravings.  I skipped fruit, for the same reason I skipped a burger and fries, pizza, or else.  Just having some cottage cheese and another fatted coffee.  I do like those.  I do.  The cravings?  I knew those would happen, after eating 'junk' food for three months.

Trying to eat more ribeye, more fatted coffee, and filling up on water beyond.  The cravings aren't a problem, here at home.  It's mostly when I leave, go to town.  Something... just... switches.  I suppose it's because, while starving at home, when I would get out I would eat out.  A bit of a link between the two was created.

Maybe only one if four, this week, or the last two weeks?  But I did resist this time.  One at a time.  This time... is good.  Will see if success leads to success, and I begin being more able.  I do have another week, where carbs are slightly tolerated.  Still, I'd... like to start tapping the breaks early.  In hopes of sorting this out before, rather than after.

You do realize humans are the only mammal on the planet that is confused about what to eat?  And how much?  So much for a big brained apex predator!  :)   Or... success lead to our failure?  Since we can eat it all, we do?  :p  Bleh.  Still, not today.  And the toilet works.  The tank fills quickly.  And I think I have the leak managed.  Will check in the morning.

No cleaning.  I just... wore myself on the plumbing work and trip to town.  There is tomorrow.  Goodnight.