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Earlier. Not exactly beating the sun. Better than it has been. Down around 03:30? Up at 11:20, or so. Not bad. Did food help? Maybe. When not eating, I feel like an old cassette tape, dragging, getting caught on something, or nothing at all? Though, did food help? Possibly, with resolved to resist the game. Or... not. I never truly know.
Blood sugar is 90, fasting. And, for the first time I think ever? The weekly average is below one hundred, at 98! That is a record low for averages, ever, since becoming diabetic. Yes, I am excited. A year of that and I am no longer considered diabetic. I was wondering what food might do to that. The right food doesn't do much. Oh, and weight is 223.6. The loss has slowed. It may stop. It might increase. That will be a temporary happening, until I get my feet back under me, or my metabolism fires back up. Still, that is the least I have weighed since before I joined the Navy. I was 220 when I went in, having played football, basketball, and been in track for my four years of highschool. Though I got up to 240 in the Navy, through working out, swimming, and eating better. But, I was in much, much, better shape. Just a slightly plump old ill guy now. Meh. Working on it.
Today? I'd like to get the trash out. Have a meal later in the day (trying to maintain intermittent fasting). Which means even coffee will be delayed. I should have eaten early, I just couldn't. I sort of prefer to get food out of the way early. Though, eating later is good, as then I am less likely to have a second meal, or coffee. Depends on what you like, or how you want to do things.
Though, no matter my plans, things don't always go to plan. Needs, even wants, sometimes... are what they are. Scheduling, planning, sleep issues, who knows what could mess those goals up might be. But there is something, sometimes, that just throw things off. Love it or leave it, that is life. I... sort of love it. Even if I do get annoyed.
Sassy has been fed. I need to change her water before long. And change her litter. Trash day is a good day for that. A shower would be wonderful. And... just... living, for now. Recovery from the fast. It's a good day to be alive. Get to church. I would if I could, was welcome? Later.
If I was wondering if I was welcome at church?... I'd find a different congregation, specifically a Christian church welcome to everyone (Ha! we all know petty humans are, gang up on and exclude- for fun and jollies (weak pathetic "people"))
ReplyDelete“me and God, we'd be mates” C. Dundee
and I'll steal it.
"It is the people who ultimately F-up a religion" Me... and anyone paying attention.
Peace.
I'm... thinking about such. Will... consider it, across the pond. As is, here, now, I am not welcome in probably any church. Most are totally politically correct, multicultural (uber alles), and anti-American at this point.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't even matter which church, or religion, they are corrupted, at this point. There is some hope there are still some places less corrupted. If not, I'll keep it between God and myself, going in, from time to time, to attend a few important things, as I am able.
So be it.