Doing well.

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A bit warmer last night.  Upstairs.  But, no fans, anywhere... not even up there.  No ac running.  Just... quiet.  It has been that way off and on?  Well, finally leaving the fan off up there.  It was 74 and 76 near me up there, at bedtime, 74 in the main (almost 75), and 78 up front.  I don't think I checked outdoors, but it was 80ish into later afternoon.  This morning it is 75/77 upstairs, 73 up front and in the main down here, plus right between 55 and 56 out there.

It rained last night.  Sounded like a very short, but hard, storm.  Wasn't sure we got all that much, by sounds, but looks like we got more than I thought.

Blood sugar is 155 fasting?  Shouldn't be.  Didn't even have a second fatted coffee.  Just... what... half of the tiny sirloin and one fatted coffee.  Plus... six waters (or the equivalent).  Meh.  Weight is improving, again, if still slightly high, at 221.6.  I don't get these things, I just track them.

I am trying to take my mornings back.  I set the alarms for four and six, going to bed at 21:30, give or take a quarter, probably on the earlier side of that.  The four was rude.  But I got it snoozed, then turned off.  No way I was waking up then.  I woke, or began, at about a quarter after five, then finally stumbled out and up by forty after or a bit before, or after?  Bleh.  Groggy brain syndrome.

Still, I... made it early.  Not sure I want to push this hard, this fast.  Tomorrow I may try more like five and seven?  Sure, I made it, but it tangled my nerves.  Even so, it's... possibly proof of concept. I might, in the right conditions, be able to take my days back, mornings.

Another thing I am trying to do, is to stand more often.  With a lot of extra weight, which I still have, it is more difficult.  Standing just wears on fat people.  I still have twenty to thirty pounds extra.  I am working on it, as is possible.  But, I am beginning to stand, just while doing things, little things, for now.  The desk I have goes up and down.  The goal is to stand while I blog, look over the internet world, and such, at least half the time?  Or at least for longer periods during the day.

You can't take a nearly dead old crippled horse and expect it to jump track, or race.  You have to work it, slowly.  And, it may never be able to even stand, for long.  Too old, too ill, too broken, you take what you can get.  But, you have to start somewhere.  Getting food, and water, in.  Then slowly encouraging more.  Which is what I am doing.  I do need to figure out how to get more food in though.  I just have to do that.  Even to lose weight, and control blood sugar, I need food.

I would like to cut the coffee.  Then again, I have.  Once a day, lately.  That is a cut from two, even three, times a day.  The problem with cutting more, is I need the calories.  Without those, for what they are worth, I would be down to nubs, many days.  Still, am thinking about cutting those to every other, or every third day, filling in the off days with tea.  Just plain, hot, tea.  It's not the caffeine I am trying to get away from, it's my sweetening concoction.  While it has allowed improvements, it may now be a limiting factor.

Annoying, but life and health are moving targets.  As soon as you fix these things, then you must fix those.  And, even, when you have it all fixed, you may yet suffer.  Life is... just a form of suffering.  Embrace it, I suppose.  Too, be grateful, really.  The summer of time.  Yes, a haiku.  I saw it natively forming, so just... finished it as well as I could?  Meh.

I trimmed the whiskers.  Might shave later?  Planning on a shower.  Oh, will wash out the croc's, and spray them.  They can sure get... funky.  I thought having two pairs would be good, but a) I don't change them every day, and b) no.  Plastic is plastic.  I'll be washing them when I shower, and spraying the pair I am not using for a few days, with lysol, when setting them aside.  Ugh.

Oh, and last night?  My feet felt like blocks of ice again.  But, this time, I reached down to see if I could... help them.  Not cold?  No.  Not at all.  They were comfortably warm.  Not hot, just... what I would expect, want.  It is the overstimulation, from the nibs in the footbed of the croc's?  Though, I honestly think that is probably a good thing.  However, it is stimulus overload for someone with neuropathy?  Maybe.  But, touching them, massaging them a bit, seemed to help.  I guess just a bit of nightly foot massaging will help, could.  Will find out.

On to... some coffee.  Good morning, day.