Bleh?

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Not really.  But sort of?

Salad, as mentioned, to start off the day.  With a can of tuna, in olive oil.  The last of that.  Coffee, as well.  I found an old pack of pecans.  I am eating them, not sure I should.  But... hungry?  Strangely, yes.  I think they are rancid, or so close that... I shouldn't eat them.

So I'll toss them, before I eat them all.  Instead, I have begun heating the griddle, and will get the steak going shortly.  Food is good, steak is gooder.  I'll probably only eat a third of the bigger portion of the steak remaining.  That should be quite enough.  That is rich, and thick, and yes.  It's enough.  Even when I am terribly hungry, it doesn't take much meat.

I had a sense, of a need to go to the bathroom again today.  I did last night.  But... I was, and remained, afraid.  After that last bm.  Oh my, that was like pooping a rock, one that absorbed fluids, so became dryer the further along it went.  I really thought that one might kill me.  My ribs, and torso muscles, still hurt.  So, my fear was well founded.

Still, I... was... getting that feeling that I should go.  So... I... got in there.  This time it went out without any issues.  I think I ate too much of that chicken, and too much of it was drier white meat.  I think that was the problem.  Anyway.  Oh, but I am getting the feeling that I need to go again?  Weird.

I have gone a week or so without going.  And, usually do that, on carnivore.  For whatever reason, everything is deciding to clean house.  Fine, I don't mind.  The chicken wasn't the best.  Easy though.  And I wanted some food, while doing other things.  Still, hoping this time will be like the last time.  I brew them up, these days.  Never a quick, one two three, go.  It's... like watching a dog run away from home, at the north pole.  Watch it for days... or... some such.  :p  It's... on the way.  The steak, when heated and eaten, may speed things up though.  Or not.  Never can quite be sure.  Again, just hoping it's a drop and go again.  That's... nice.  Oh, and they sink to the bottom as if weighted with lead.  Some even go on through.  A good sign, actually, or so medical suggests.  Iron poopers.  :)  Lead?  Something.  Just not rocks, those are brutal.

Ah, trash and recycling gathered and out.  It's... good.  Starts, beginning, such.

Laundry should be dry.  I could have, should have, started the whites.  Did I though?  I'll check.  It's all good.  A shower in a bit, too, maybe.  More gaming.  Doing what I can.  Later.