Not going to make it much longer.

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Not enough sleep.  Keeping the blade down here, for when I get to the boxes.  Hopefully tonight.  First this room, then the kitchen.  Dry goods out of the kitchen, too.  I'll begin just cleaning that place out.  I am hoping to have much cleared in this coming week, or two.  

Just emptying.  Cupboards, counters, shelves, else.  Here, there, this room, that.  If I can fill this room, I'll order a dumpster, and keep at it.  I have things still boxed, never opened really, from when I moved here.  I... thought... I'd get to things.  Didn't.  And... more.

Oh, checked blood sugar.  That's part of it I think... time of the day.  In literal mornings, my blood sugar is lower.  It is 98.  This has been my morning time for a long time, until the recent hiccups playing games.  My body is still on that schedule, internally.  Just not... in fact?  Or... something.  Strange, but I think true.  That after my second coffee.

I am going to try to back off from coffees.  Or fatted coffees.  They aren't, now, a problem.  With regard to sugar.  I just... am not sure about a few other things.  I want to see if I can sustain carnivore slightly easier without it.  I'd also like to see blood work changes.

I don't know.  But it seems to be helping me lose weight, and now that there isn't someone getting in and griefing my supplies, blood sugar is rather good on this.  I want to see what cholesterol, lipids, and such whatnots do.  After a few weeks, or months, without.

Though, finding such a reliable fat replacement I could tolerate will be the trick.  As I do need some fats.  Perhaps less, though?  Yes, I think so.

Well, on to bed.  Before I fall out of my chair.  Good night, morning, day... your pick.