Good and bad.

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The good first.  I was worried cabbage would be too high carb, somehow.  Or the wrong kind, or have a twist.  Blood sugar is 99, after two serious helpings... half a big head of cabbage.  With butter and salt of course, and pepper for the last one.  If that much won't trigger blood sugar, I doubt if I could eat enough to do it, for my system.  Nor would I wish to eat as much as it might take.

I think it was the carrots, from the veggie pack, if even then I war recovering from the tomatoes.  I don't think I had come back down completely from those.  I'm telling you, I'm ready for blood sugar to normalize just a bit.  It needs to stop having a fit any time I step just a touch out of line.  That... may not happen, in my lifetime?  Who knows, until... I, or we, know.

Cabbage for dinner?

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I hated that stuff, growing up.  I would get it in soup, at home, and I would spend an half hour pulling it out.  If it it was in a casserole, same thing.

But why?  I ask now.  The texture?  It seemed like something, but then not?  It wasn't really the flavor.  It doesn't have much of a flavor... a mild vegetal taste?  Mostly?  I remember my absolute distate at the stuff.  And how much time and effort I took to avoid it.  My mother loved it, so we had it often.  All good, I didn't complain, I just... sorted.

Awake and well.

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Down... after 13:00, before 15:00, and I'm guessing the earlier side of that... say 13:30?  Just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.  Then the body tried to wake around 18:30 or so, 18:00 even nearly.  I had to fight for those last few hours of sleep.  Need them?  Not... by sense?  But by some form of propriety, yes.  Yes, I want at least six hours down, more if possible.  I like eight hours, even if I hate sleeping.  Seems such a waste.  But... not liking something, doesn't mean I don't see the need for it.  Wisdom... dictates that I sleep, try to sleep, a certain amount.  It's wakefulness that I... lose control regarding.

Trying to ease back into days and nights, as a sleep schedule.  Struggling a bit.  And the weather is changing.  But with the house secured, and a few tricks learned and implemented, it's... staying much more moderate.  As well, dressing more warmly, but not in extremes, yet.  We'll see what fall and winter are like.

It took days...

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A problem, in the game.  There is attention to detail, which... I have a limited capacity regarding.  And, there is just saying what to f'ing do!  And... they aren't great at that.  Ever heard a woman tell a man he doesn't listen, then go on to talk 25k words a day in such a manner that even if we listen, it's... just a wall of sound.  With tits.  Right.

Well, that is the problem with this game.  Ninety seven point three percent of the data given (being generous) has absolutely nothing to do with the game.  Even the lore pretty much sucks.  Like most of what a woman talks about is how she feels.  Which will change before she is finished.  And... she'll remember saying something else.  I started recording my last woman, to prove it.  Laughed, I did.  Proved it, I did.

Oh right, you all.

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I've been awake since 19:30?  Before.  Tried to go back to sleep.  Going to sleep later, waking up earlier?  Something should have to give, but it's not a strain?  Strange, but true.  It was a bit after 15:00 when I went down today.  But I'm fine.  It's not like I am broken by the lack of sleep.  Not all that active, but... not crushed.  Nothing out of the recent ordinary.  If I have fallen these last few months.

I thought when fall started back, I'd be getting back up.  Getting to things.  Not going to happen.  but that's okay.  There is still hope.

The music, and notions...

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Out of that's woman's vicarious mouth?  Maybe.

Oh, there were many.  Some I liked, but they didn't quite work, for me.  Or... I just didn't like them.  I'm picky, if my tastes are... well... my tastes.

Wasn't sure it was going to work out.

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As I was pulling the meat, I was tasting it.  Dry, stringy, leftovers... and maybe bit overboiled?  Still, I was on it.  In with the water it had been cooked in, broth added, and the spices and herbs remained from in the water.  Salted to tasted.  Thickened, with some hope that would work, and back on the boil... or simmer really.

If nothing else, my house would smell better.  And it does.  Meh, probably wasn't going to turn out.  But... it... would be something.

Smells good.

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I finally got a pot ready, and set up the chicken.  First a quick boil, now a low simmer.  I'll let that cool, then tear the meat off the bones.

Herbs, spices, and salt too.  I'll hold the hot stuff until it is finished, really.  As it cools for spooning, I'll add some hot stuff.

The end, beginning, of the months.

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Sure drops fast, sometimes.  This time, I have been so buried in games, I didn't see it coming.  The last day I sort of remember realizing was around the twelfth, fifteenth?  I just totally lost track.  Not sure... what called me to realize the date, now, but... I've... started preparing for the new month.  A few pieces of business set up, more to come.

I've been so terribly thirsty lately.  Today I realized why... I have been drinking so much, outpacing the waterpills, and having other hydration, and water retention problems.  No electrolytes.  I just totally blew the world off, in a lot of ways.  I'm trying to get back to things, right things?  In theory, and practice.  A bit of both to begin with.  But, electrolytes tonight.

I was awake early, for the bedtime.

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Up at 20:15, or so.  After having gone to bed, as it turns out, and 14:26, and hour and ten minutes later than yesterday.  Still, awake earlier than yesterday.  And warmer?

I needed heat for a while.  So... I turned up the furnace.  I kept it at 75, which was keeping it closer to 77 up front here, even in the main?  I think so.  As well, I have been dressing slightly warmer.  Needed warmth.  Got it, using every tool I had.  I hate that death cold feel.  But... sometimes just live with it.  Not this time.  Fought for it, and got it.

Ah. I did make it.

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Twenty minutes later today than yesterday, as I begin this post.  Good.

Blood sugar came down, after my meal and some time.  I guess that's a good thing.  It is 129.  A bit high, must have been the veggies, doubted if it was the chicken.  But... who knows what they might be putting in chicken these days.  I could see them injecting sugar right into meats.

Shaking like a leaf in the wind.

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Pushing, again.  On gaming, I can't steal my morning back.  Only in regular time.  But that I can is a whole new thing, a game changer... when I am not gaming.

I made it to 13:16.  I had to use every bit of life left in me, to roll over and check the time.  I wasn't awake even a minute after that, probably not seconds after.  I crashed so hard I fell through the floorboards in my psychic sleep chamber.  Up just... 20:40?  20:46?  Something like that.  That time didn't stick in memory, but... it was twenty before nine to ten before.  Only five hours down?  I may nap later.

Blood sugar is 141, which sucks.  But... okay.  Veggies?  Mushrooms?  I'll experiment with mushrooms.  Chicken wouldn't do it.  Salad wouldn't either?  Dressing?  I'll... sort it.  Most likely it is the vegetables, not the mushrooms or greens.  I will best testing shortly.  Though, I have to remember, foods which can raise blood sugar can take several days to have an effect.  

It's a tedious testing regimen.  It may have to be done much more gradually.  Get blood sugar at a stable low, then try one thing, and nothing else, for days around it.  And watch.  Mushrooms first?  No, salads, greens.  I don't think there will be a difference between romaine and iceberg lettuces though.  Then mushrooms.  Then, when ready to cheat keto, again, the other veggies.  Probably one at a time.  Yes, I really need to know.  Weight isn't my point, blood sugar is.  And it's better, but these fluxes are... annoying.

I was writing, then wandered off to make coffee.  Then got stuck in my game before finishing this, here at eleven.  All good.  Later.

Pushing through.

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I just hit a wall, but it is noon thirty.  I was sure I was awake to later in the day, yesterday, but maybe not.  Because it is murder to be up this late today.  I can't see having been awake later yesterday.  I was dying then, too.

Blood sugar is 123.  And... the weekly has bumped up.  There algo for that is... odd... though.  I don't trust it completely.  It may be there, as much, to cause the sale of drugs as anything else.  It's... not to be trusted completely.  Still, all of the averages are still... hmm... better?  With weekly bumped, but the others coming down nicely, weekly, biweekly, monthly, and three month averages (the latter was 150s just five days ago?  Ten?  Or in there): 133, 114, 111, and 134.  Good... could be better.  Maybe veggies, even if keto type, I'm just not ready for it?  Ugh.

Oh, delicious.

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Plus, a new trick.

A hindquarter, and a wing.  Not that there is much on a wing, but enough with else.  Sometimes it's the fiddly bits that make food more interesting.  As well, the rest of the mushrooms and veggies.  In a foil pack again.  But, this time, when it was done... and stewed more than else, I opened it up and used the broiler.

It burned just a touch, but okay.  I'll... adjust the time.  Still, even with some minor scorching, it was warmer, and crisper.  I... like that.

Strange.

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I was able to push my day into the early afternoon?  I think between 14:30 and 16:30?  Or... something.  I was so fried I can't know with any great certainty.  But... somewhere around there.  And yet I woke, what to me, seemed like a similar time?  It, of course, couldn't have been.  Perhaps the day was bright and relatively shiny both times?  Or I was dreaming when I woke?  I don't know, but something.

I must not have slept much, to be sure.  Four to six hours.  But I was ready and able to be up and going.  I fed Sassy first thing, then gamed.  As it neared midnight, I got the last of the salad, and good thing.  That was getting really ragged, but still if just edible.  A can of tuna, my dressing, some salt and fresh ground pepper.  It's good, was.  Planning on more chicken in a bit.

I got to it.

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A breast it was, with some of the mushrooms and veggies, in a foil packet.  Heated rightly, with butter, very good.  Strangely I'm not as stuffed as I was after the first meal.  All good.

I want to trim the easy pieces, but also pick the last of the meat off the bones, to make a heavier, thicker, stew.  It's been a while since I have had one.  If I can get to it.

Did it correctly.

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Roasted chicken, veggies, and mushrooms.  Wow, pretty good.

No, I didn't get it, or them, crisp.  The meat is more stewed, the veggies are slightly underdone.  But it works.

No idea.

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When to bed?  Awake here are right around 20:00?  Hmm, I'll be able to figure it out.  My last game save... I was crashing.  I wouldn't have made it much longer.

The game has me, again.  But it's not just that.  First the cold was getting me, so I turned the furnace up.  Having it nice and toasty, if just for a bit, is... breathing new life, and a bit too much, into these old bones.  And the pain.  Never did take painpills.  Now I don't hurt.

It hurts.

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Not as bad as it has hurt.  The ribs, though.  It's like some slip hipped gal pal decided to take "These Boots Were Made For Dancing" to heart.  Everything in there is out of place.  Thankfully, unlike some, it isn't the bone, cartilage, or such, just connective tissue being loose as fat goes away.  I'm not even sure how the body will refill those gaps, get everything to mesh again.  All I am certain about is I will be taking it easy.

If I messed around too much, currently, things could get hurt in there.  I mean organ damage, and possibly breaking those connections with bone, sinew, and whatnot.  Heck, my heart my actually fall out of the cup, as it isn't held well from the top.  Yes, it hurts to lose weight.  And a lot of weight off leaves the body struggling to... make sense of things.

Tuna salad?

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It's a think, lately.  I didn't think I would like it, the first one.  It was an emergency meal.  It's what I had.  The lettuce is a bit dated.  The tuna is a bit dated.  The dressing is fresh, and different each time.  With all the problems, it's rather good.  I just had my third one in days.  Will probably have another fatted coffee, and another salad.

I'm hungry.  I still think it was the tomatoes that stoked my appetite.  Carbs will do that.  Just like rice, in asian food.  It really does make me hungry an hour or two later.  Spaghetti?  Same, or used to.  Hungry.  But, keeping to carnivore, now.