Fumbling, and hungry.

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Not sure what is going on, wrong, or right?  Hungry.  I have eaten more between yesterday and today than I have in... weeks.  Or... so it seems.  Since this morning, I have had three salads, two with tuna... I think, half of the remainder of the steak from yesterday, most of a bag of pecans (couldn't stop, even if they are old), three very dark chocolate squares with peanut butter, a fatted coffee, and I'm starting in on macadamia nuts.  I'm going to hold the line at three ounces of those.  And... I am thinking of having another fatted coffee.

Why?  I can't say.  I'm not cold, or weak, or exuberant, or... anything else different.  Just hungry.  Uhrm, HUNGRY.  There.  Did I eat anything else?  Not that I remember.  But... something is driving that need, or want?  No, it feels more like need.  I just don't understand it.

I did get going on laundry, but never did start the first load of whites until a few hours ago.  Strange.  I was sure I had, several times.  Well, I finally got it through.  The stuff in the dryer was taking longer than usual, anticipated, expected.  Finally finished it though, so all good.  And the washing was done.  Though instead of just one more load, there will be two loads of whites.  I'll do them, since most of that just involves folding those, and there is a place for them.  I don't have to figure out where to put those, so don't mind pushing them through.

I still have clothes to take upstairs.  And things to sort and bring down from up there.  But... I am doing really well.  Getting ahead.  Or getting near even?  Or... not nearly as far behind as I was.  My only question is... why so hungry.  This is insanely hungry.  At least, if not carnivore, I have mostly carnivore and the mildest of keto food to fill that gap.  I'm not eating cherries and bananas and candy bars and... else.  Fats, and some proteins.  Mostly.

Oh, one of the things arrived today.  Tuna.  Not even with water added.  Every fish is mercury tested.  Guaranteed a 25 multiple below recommended levels.  No salt added, no "sea water".  Just fish, packed, then sealed and more pasteurized than cooked?  Or such.  Not exactly steaks, but not mush either.  Only three ounces, but that is enough for a salad.  I am pleased.  It wasn't even that expensive, for what I am getting... assuming adverts are even half true.

As well, my water based sardines arrived.  I did go with some lemon sardines.  Not optimal, but I really like them.  The rest of my fish orders are water based.  Always, or often, some... small... compromise?  Yes.  Even... for me.  I would do it for you.

Stuffed, after the last tuna salad.  Well, and macadamia nuts.  And, yet, oddly, still hungry?  I couldn't eat another bite.  Having trouble finishing my water.  And, yet, the body is suggesting... maybe... there is something, somewhere, to eat?  Bah!

I'll get to gaming.  Set the timer?  No, my wrist alarm will go off in a few hours or so.  I'll check laundry then, feed Sassy, set up trash, empty her litter boxes, then... see what else I am ready to do.

Be well.  May your appetite be nicer to you than mine is to me.  I'll get a prayer in for us, in a bit.  Even when I am just praying for you, they do me quite a lot of good.  Though, too?  I am always praying.  Not... in the typical fashion.  Imagine God as a satellite.  And, I a tracking station.  Which... both sends and receives, all the time, on the fly.  That is one of the ways I pray.  Always.  Even when I am sinning, when things are hard, but when they are good, or normal, or nominal.  I... am always praying.  I hide nothing.  I always seek input.  I still flub.  But, that's... not the point.  Active prayer is different, or... more active.  Other types of prayer, too.  Learn them.  Good to know.  Later.