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I went to bed earlier, say 23:00? I think. Doesn't matter. I just slept longer, and later. I'll... keep at it. I think I can do it. I do.
On the good side? The scale read 221.6 this morning. I didn't expect metabolism to pick up for another few days to week, so expected, at best, a slow down in weight loss, or even some gains at worst. I'll gladly take that. Further, blood sugar is 94 fasting. That I hoped to continue it's downward trend. Carnivore food doesn't spike insulin, or disturb it in any way. I am well into my new trend to lower official weight.
I will be much more comfortable eating the last of the first steak today, and getting the other steak on the grill tomorrow. Just a third will do. But it is a very big steak, mind you. An inch and a half thick, full size. So... that's... a serious hank of steak. A third of it is still pretty hefty... and fatty. Although, I must admit, coming back on carnivore, with ribeye, is a bit... rich. I need to use bitters, before I have the last of the first ribeye.
I need to see if I can find sirloin, not the petite, that is horrible. If I wanted to put beans in my shoes, I'd eat that. I am sure there is a way to make that delicious, probably with sauces. But the sauces... are very suspect. Most require flour, and I doubt if almond or coconut flour would work. If even those are pretty high in carbs. So... no. It has to be edible on it's own, and petite sirloins aren't.
I would like to find some other steaks, of a reasonable price. Filet mignons might work, but they are often more expensive than ribeye. They, I have heard, are more tender, but less flavorful and leaner... if those terms are usually synonymous. I actually don't like ribeye or porterhouse steaks. They always seem a little... off? Not sure why, but they never seem other than slightly rotted, slightly bad. Not inedibly so, just... enough the taint is there... to me.
Awake, though. Feeling mostly okay. Ready to start the day. Perhaps get to... some work? Or not. Rough, as I recover from the extended fast. Still, that was something. And, it reset a lot of things. Lowering blood sugar, and beginning ketosis with booster rockets. As well, allowing superior prayer time. Take what gifts are offered, wherever you are. Didn't allow for work, but there is a season for all things, that wasn't work's season.
Good afternoon and day. Later.
C'mon, you've seen aged beef, gotta have the mold. Seriously, it might be the bone on a T, or Porter. (different size cuts of the same anatomy) but bone in ribeye ?? maybe different anatomy "Parts", the "big" side of the T is a New York strip sirloin, the small side is a fillet Mignon. Might be the amount of exposed marrow... who knows? Might want to contact the Beef Counsel
ReplyDeleteFunny man. Beef counsel? I'll contact the beef counsel, right after they apologize to Billy the Kid! :p
ReplyDeleteYeah, I don't know. All I am telling you is what I sense. It's not a dealbreaker, but it is slightly offputting. Enough that I'd rather go with ribeye.
Interesting, the bone thing. Hmm, if it hangs for long, rather than being cut right away, that would add impetus to the marrow thing. Though, ribeye is usually fine, bone in. So... might be more marrow around the t-bone/porterhouse.
Now, I do like new york strips, a lot (unless the fat has gone rancid... interesting). Though I haven't ever been interested in filet mignon. If I tried it, I didn't consider it highly enough to pursue (unlike ribeye). Interesting notions.
Talked to my mother a bit ago...Can't tell if she's playing me for sympathy, or... Dammit... brother isn't dependable, and she excuses him, then complains to me. I 'Feel" a strong obligation to help...
ReplyDeleteI need a sweat-lodge... vision quest... Not close to "sundancer" level yet
My mother prefers my brother, because he is a cunt. He has no male friends, and can't figure it out. His wife has his dick and balls in her purse, and never, ever, takes them out. But he can keep dreaming.
ReplyDeleteThen, something I write here pisses her off. So she removes my address, then enables the "do not disturb" function, and lies to me about it. Which... is why I never call her. Though I tried on her birthday.
Oh... she thinks I don't know. Oops. Bitch.