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I didn't get to bed until after one?  Two?  Just... couldn't.  Even so, I'll endeavor to do better.  But, for today, I still wanted to stick to mornings.  Or try.  I set the alarms for five and seven, and went on to bed with the intention of... probably getting up at seven, or through a few snoozes?  Goals, though, plans.

The five went off and I first hit snooze, then turned it off before it went off again.  I HATE alarm clocks.  That's... the stick.  Waking up before it is the carrot.  Then, around six twenty, thirty, I started waking.  I made it out of bed just before the seven alarm went off.  Since I was up, I turned it off, but only when I am just at the point of standing on out of bed.

Perfect.  It'll be a bit of a rough day.  But that is fine.  Will remind me to get back to bed earlier.  Twenty to twenty two hundred is as late as I should be going on to bed.  Pushing it, some nights, but only if I have a reasonable reason?  There are a few, but very few.

Blood sugar is 124 this morning.  Bleh.  I'll get coffee going in a bit, and the griddle.  It's the best way to heat the steak.  The microwave makes the fat horrible, and the whole steak just... wrong.  It does.  Fast, and convenient, but on carnivore, I have become very picky?  Well, my body has.  Really hot fats are not good.  They cause nausea.  I have no choice, at this point, but to griddle warm it.  But it works.  Just get it to medium, put it on five minutes on each side, then serve and eat right there.  It doesn't get hot enough to need a resting period.

A third of the steak is perfect.  These days, I separate the parts right away, rather than just eating off the whole.  I never would have believed I would have a big hank of rightly done, find ribeye in front of me, and that I not devour it.  Oddly, by removing veggies, especially potatoes, my hunger is diminished?  How can less food lead to a reduced appetite?  It's... complicated.  But, yes, there is a probable chemical, biological, explanation.  But it would take more time than I would be interested in detailing.  Further, I don't have it pat, and I think the influencers who do, don't understand, or necessarily have it right.  Remember, most even medical studies are somewhere between fraudulent and observably wrong through malfeasance or terrible logic.  Can't trust them.  As if doctors care, as long as they keep getting their huge salaries.

Oh, I'm not stepping on the scale today.  My feet are still swollen.  A bit.  Working on it.  When they are back to some sort of normal, I will get on the scale.  Do I need to drink more, to get it out?  Am I just in some sort of little "d" doomcycle, with water retention at the moment?  What is up with that.  Ugh.  I'll keep at it.  Swollen enough they hurt a bit.  Not... like the old days, not triple their normal, just... puffy to the point of being tight... like ten or fifteen percent too big.  But they are so used to be normal, that even that hurts, a bit.  Tender, on tops.

It was 53 out there this morning.  The sun is coming up.  But that doesn't always seem to matter lately.  Cool is cool.  I guess.  It was 74/75 upstairs, 71/72 down here.  All good.  I'm not dressed really warmly, but warmer than I should be on a summer day.  So far.

Will try to get a shower going.  Then... I don't know.  Well, actually, the shower won't be for a bit.  By nine?  Ten?  Something.  I'm not in a rush.  Pushed getting up before seven.  So, I've done my daily solid.  Now it's... off the the snail races.  Some coffee, some gaming, after browsing a bit.

Have a wonderful morning.  Kick it over for to get going, if you can.  If you can't, live your life.  Jesus suggested being right, where you are, as you are.  If you can't, say a little prayer, and move on.  If you can, do so.  Let your actions, or contemplations, be party to your prayer.  Good day too.