A strange lot?

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A few stood out.

Food experimentation.

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Baked broccoli? It's going as I write.  It isn't something I have made, or to my knowledge had before.  I will try nutritional yeast on a sample.  If that doesn't suit, I'll use an Italian cheese blend.  As well, I am baking daikon radishes, sliced as one would a potato, with a bit of avocado oil, butter, salt, and pepper.  I want to taste these foods as plain as possible.  That is how I learn to know what might go with them, in the dish or beside it.  I plan on adding cheddar to those.

My blood sugar went down to 163, for no good reason.  I have eaten, several times, and consumed regular amounts of tea.  I'll take it.  I suppose I don't have to understand.  Blood pressure is very high, I missed medicine this morning, if that couldn't be the only problem.

I received and used the oral irrigator today, after my first brushing.  Salt and baking powder in solution, then a few drops of iodine.  I need a lot less of the settled solution. Perhaps a cup, maybe two.  I just didn't know up front.  The plan is to use it, with iodine, twice a day for two weeks, then once a week... barring problems.  Yes, it darkens teeth, wherever plaque or roots show.  I will get over that.

Dinner was served.  Great?  No.  But not bad.  I liked the daikon radish ogrotten best. It isn't a potato twin, more just it's own thing.  I liked it both ways.  The broccoli was better with the nutritional yeast, but would be better with cheddar or various other cheeses like cheddar.  But this is a reasonable side dish as is.  I'll finish the last of the broccoli.  There wasn't all that much, so I may have a cup of assorted nuts as well.

Later.

Wasn't sure.

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Back to bed at 4:00.  No clue when I would wake.  So far it looks like 10:30... assuming I am able to remain conscious.

A shower, perhaps some cleaning in there first.  Then I will think about things.  I am not exactly sure what all is wrong, I just know I am exhausted without reason, beyond reason, and even with right eating, reasonably good sleep, and medicine back on very good schedule, my stats are remaining awful.  Fasting, starting Saturday, is the last weapon in my inventory.  I will give it a couple shots before looking elsewhere.

Perhaps the new stuff I am trying isn't as compatible with keto as advertised.  Or is good, generally, only not for those with insulin resistance?  Most who try keto aren't coming at it with diabetes.  I will have to start weighing my foods, looking at exact macros, figuring out if fiber can be counted against carbs, at all, for me or not.  I won't be limiting, just weighing and logging.  I have been watching, guestimating, but that isn't good enough.

The thing either on my side, or against me, is my size.  I really am required, if not double at least nearing that number of calories over standard recommendations.  This includes macros?  If 20 carbs are generally good, I'm better at 30 to 40.  Though the ratio of that being 5 %  of total calories is more important.  Unless... 20 is 20 is 20?

I also need to keep intermittent fasting on track.  That has been troubling lately.  I can't focus, keep in sync.  It isn't that I am too cold.  This year, for the first in a long time, I am dressing warmly.  Socks, two pair if needed, long underwear and pants or pj's, at least a shirt, sometimes another shirt a sweater or a jacket, keeping the furnace right for sleeping then waking.  It's not perfect, but this is the best year I can remember.  It isn't helping, or as much as I had hoped.  But I know the cold can shut me down, but that isn't it.

Hmm... though part of the reason for better dressing is because I go out at least daily for the ducks.  I believed that would be good fot me.  I think it is.  Just noting one difference this year.  Yes, tending creatures, and going out in the weather, are very good for you.  It might limit, complicate, humilitate, but... these are all goods, as I see things.  Probably got me over the severe flu quicker this year, if I had to bet.

Hmm, the flu may still be a part of it.  Something that rough may just have gotten to me too deeply.  Though, maybe not.  Why bother looking?  I want to get better, and believe it is possible.  I refuse to quit, even if I can barely stand long enough to shower. I will not stop contemplating, acting on possibilities when able.  Ugh, though.  Later.

Not as planned.

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Down to plan C, or D?  Nothing is quite working out.  The initial plan was to sleep later at night.  Couldn't do much.  Crashed anyway.  At just after 18:00 I lost control, had to sleep.  The plan, then, was to sleep the night.  Nope.  Sirens?  I definitely heard them a couple times while awake.  That might have awaken me.  No problem, just not sure.  Perhaps it was merely going to bed too early.

All good.  I woke hungry.  Daikon radish slices and then pistachios.  Still hungry, thinking of fatted tea, maybe something else... baked broccoli?  Meat sounds better, I just don't want that much fuss.  Baked broccoli is probably to much.  Maybe chia pudding?  That stuff isn't bad... adding a cup of mixed nuts and seeds really turns it into a far superior cereal replacement.  The only negative is that it takes an hour to soak.  I have heard it can be prepared ahead, stored in an airtight container overnight, but I'm not sure.  Soaking some now, might as well.

I am not sure why blood sugar isn't falling.  Then again, I think multiday fasting, and several episodes of it close together has been required.  I am planning Saturday thrugh Monday or Tuesday.  I'll have meats and veggies gone by then.  No ketonics either, just tea, plain.  After that, I may hit a fat fast... essentially half my normal calories but at as close to, or over if possible, 90% fat.  A few days of that then back to standard keto, 60~70 % fat, 35~25 % protein, and 5 % carbs (or less).

Later, or good night.

Snow.

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Down after 4:00, up at noon.  I woke at about 8:30, if I had to guess.  Someone in the house.  I couldn't be absolutely sure, if I do believe so.  Maybe they needed the extension cord for the compressor, as the lawn tractor front right tire was down... again.  I really ought to see about taking that off, getting it in and repaired.  Worth a shot, if I could get to it.

I wasn't really able to wake until noon thirty.  Ducks have been fed and watered.  And the snow has been removed, I think by the brothers.  I think I called out.  No response but they did hear me.  No worries.  I can sort of tell things, heard them talking a bit, heard my name and the snow machine and probably the compressor.

I'm in rough shape.  Mostly just exhaustion.  Bp and blood sugar are elevated in spite of limited good food and taking medicine.  I'll... keep at it.  I need to do shopping soon, again.  I have a list ready, mostly.  I'll keep at it... pushing even if I don't seem to be getting anywhere.  Later.

Yeah, well, I'm... trying.

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I am getting to things.  Small things, and slowly.

I am starting to get to things.  Checking on the ducks several times.  Some cleaning.  Getting trash bins reset, while collecting trash and recycling, plus doing work in the bathroom.  As well as creating a list for my next shopping trip and thinking of ways to try jicama and daikan radishes as potato replacement, hoping I can do something like scalloped mock potatoes.  I'm... afraid.  A lot of work down the drain if the dish ends up inedible.

Hmm? Well...

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Down late, up late.  Not preferred but at least it makes sense.  A longer, twelve hour, sleep.  But it was good, needed, and restful.  I wake without aches, pains, grogginess, and in fair to better conditions.  Blood sugar remains just above the line.  Ugh.  I don't know about blood pressure, I like to wait an hour after meds before checking that.

The ducks were fed and watered.  I have broken two of the four bins, but these are holding up better than the other kind by weeks.  As well, I pushed the limits on the last one.  A little easier handling would have spared it.  I am amazed how well these do last.

I may buy a few more next time I am in.  In the summer I have a bigger one.  Once a fence is up, I'll just keep that full, plus see about one of these bins on the side.  Less fighting over use.  Perhaps a bigger pool though, instead?

As well, I do believe if I can get one of the hens to go broody I will let her have a batch.  The trick is, I may have to separate the mother and hatchlings, or the other ducks may kill the little ones.  I'm not absolutely sure, may depend on breed.  A separate 'yard' shouldn't be too difficult.  And I have materials for a small private hutch, as well as enough fencing materials... probably.  I need more ducks, and perhaps my source for these could use some.  I wonder if they bear about equal numbers by sex?  Strange, given that one drake needs several hens... perhaps to offer options, a hierarchy, and backup if all else fails?  Learning as I go.

Oh, the man who had the heart attack is doing better.  He is in rehab, but on the way out.  Bet he didn't see rehab in his future!  I got to speak with him.  Actually aimed for that.  Missed the first time I called my mother, caught the right time the second time I called... and she could answer.  Yeah, I am tricky that way.

Hmm?  Later.

Late and slow.

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To bed early, by... before... 21:30.  Sleep was great.  Dreams, good ones by waking sensations, but lost to that very waking.  A comfortable morning, no pain.  I actually suspect this is due to adding vegetables.  I will keep at it.  Blood sugar is a bit lower today.  I won't be checking bp for an hour, just took meds.

Ducks were watered and fed.  They ate quite well yesterday.  It looked nice outside. I was sure it would be wonderful.  And it was, if you like freezing your but off.  Thermometer read 20°  F, but it felt crisper.  Being late to get them water, I put two water bins out.  They have a ball when I bring them water.  I can't watch them or they quit.  Once out of sight, they splash and play like children in the summer.  With two water bins they play even more.

Yes, today I am feeling much better.  I'll have a salad shortly, do some cleaning in the bathroom, take another shower, set up dishes, then do more folding.  I've been doing this and that, just not well, fast, or frequently.  I'll try to get back to it.  As well, a rosary today.  Yeah, it is a good thing to add in.  It costs time, but the time spent makes up, easily, for itself by supporting will and focus and somehow increasing a sense of rest within the body.

Hmm... a salad and ribs.  Just a few of those is super, the salad ends as, if expensive, filler.  Tonight I hope to make broccoli and cabbage sous vide, all I have.  Some broccoli packs will be frozen, to see if that really works (doesn't with cabbage, but fridge will do okay for a week or two?).  I'll begin working to have veggies more easily available.  I simply can't keep fresh on hand and newly cooked.  But this?  Maybe.

Later.

Something is just off.

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Bp is high, blood sugar is also staying high.  Eating is controlled, medicine is good.  I have missed a night group yesterday, but have been doing well otherwise for several days.  I'm not sure what the problem is.  Tired, absolutely swamped today.  I may have to nap.

I called my mother but she didn't answer.  She may be at work or at the hospital.  I have heard no news about her friend.  Usually that is good, though not always.  She hasn't returned the call, and it sounded as if it was clicked off after ringing through.  No offense as if that would matter, just a note.

A visitor.  I was given a leg and thigh from a massive turkey.  Given how long they were fed out, the cost of such a homegrown bird would be... immense.  The male got up to seventy pounds.  They were praying he didn't die before they could deal with him.  They had to part him, to big to roast in almost any oven, certainly for any they had access.

I gave two bags of feed for them to try.  As well, a jicama?  Pronounced as such, almost.  Mexican's can't say "j", or don't have it, as in English.  It is pronounced as hick a ma.  Is that a Spanish language issue, or native to Mexico though?  Anyway, it turned out to be a surprise hit.  His mission had been down there.  He liked these greatly.  Since returning, he had been unable to find these in good shape or at a reasonable price.  That has changed.  I hope his wife ends up liking them.  Or she'll kill me.  :p

Salad, with diced jicama, mushrooms, nutritional yeast, cheddar, avocado, and vinaigrette.  Then three bone in beef ribs.  A fantastic dinner.  Stuffed but not overfull... mostly.  The ribs taste exceptionally sweet, as if sugared.  Though the first batch, five of them, I ate were party to my blood sugar falling.  So strange for them to taste so sweet.  Actually, my blood sugar dropped again, by twenty five points.

I much prefer jicama sliced then eaten as other fresh raw vegetables.  Ranch or other dressings would be good.  Perhaps nutbutters?  Not sure about cream cheese but I'll be happy to try.  As to taste, raw?  I would say a split between a potato (tastes starchy but isn't), an apple, and a less sweet pear.  I am hoping cooked, baked, and fried will be as good.

Good night.

Late but at it.

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Way late, back to my old schedule, as if it continued advancing.  Ducks have been watered and fed.  The have a blast with fresh water.  I gave them fresh leaves recently, for flooring.  Their roosting hay is fine.  They keep it clean and there is enough for a dozen ducks.  They all seem to roost as a tight group.

I purchased fresh vegetables last night.  Some to be cooked, some to be eaten raw.  I am pretty sure I can't eat six to nine cups a day.  Six on a spectacular day.  But how would one even keep that much fresh on hand.  Refrigerator space is just one of the problems.  Cost is another.  No, but I can definitely improve that area.

Celery used to be a problem.  I knew regular peanut butter was bad.  But with fats becoming a want, cream cheese is one solid add.  Not necessarily a snack, but a side dish.  I am trying to get to two meals, filling meals, a day, minus snacks.  If anything, using ketonics both as food supplements but also as a form of snack.  I guess no solid food snack.

Grilled ribs last night.  And three cups of spinach and baby kale, with avocado, mushrooms, cheese, and a vinaigrette.  Something about steak, and other meats, just isn't working.  It's all off.  But those ribs were spot on.  Salad is salad, what can I say.  Perhaps keto cereal, four celery stalks, and three ounces of cream cheese for breakfast, left over ribs and have that sized salad for dinner?  Sure.  I am aiming to cut the keto cereal (chia pudding) down.  I'll try two heaping tablespoons, three?  I'll keep the added nuts and seeds to that old standard... a cup, roughly, plus a tablespoon of flax seed.

First though, an a.c. vinegar ketonic.  I try to do those daily, am trying to get one before each meal... keep losing track.  I did try that with lemon juice too, but both lemon and lime juice jack my blood sugar.  If I can get blood readings in order, I may try those again.  It really makes the vinegar more like a treat than a medicine.  Oh, speaking of medicine...

Later.

Oh, I...

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I feel it.  Rough in the morning, and an early morning... unnaturally for me, in the extreme.  Received on the day?  I suspect so.  Exorcisms, I mean.  One?  Several.  Does a body good.  Fine.  I will begin the rosary again.  Wasn't stubborn, against, was just so tired.  Medical still isn't the best.  But that boost is quite good in an odd way.

Strange offers.

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From links sent to sites offering ways to boost site traffic to all but direct options to hire boosting.  I am not interested.  My ego simply isn't involved.  My numbers are dropping, at least if google is to be believed... it isn't.  The thing is, I only write to expel thoughts... to clear my head.  Real, imagined, religious, mundane, goals, hopes, plans.  To be rid, to help solidify, and other things.  If someone finds a visit worth his time?  Cool.  That just isn't the point.

I feel sorry for people who need to feel liked enough that they pay real money for a click farm to manufacture likes, visits, or such.  Some of it might be an attempt at padding ad revenue, if I can't see that panning out.  Funny thing?  Most people realize, with a brief investigation of a site, that the popularity is bogus.

Heck, I try to keep my blog hidden from search engines.  I don't know how well it works, but only get an occasional hit from bing, if that is a regular?  Or someone trying to show me something...if so, to point, I have not caught a point.  Numbers, real numbers, are hidden.  For political as well as economic reasons.

Though, to be honest... I suspect an overcount, at times.  If I am certain of an undercount from time to time.  My readers get new equipment, new software, and drop from sight.  I have two other means of measuring, each with their own limits.  But, yeah, no I won't buy clicks.  I might cut back posting, but do that as needed anyway.  If this is writing, it isn't for money.  Who would pay to get their various dongles, or lady parts, even if rightly (just pretend it is so, regardless of your beliefs), stomped?  I give the same fruit I must imbibe, good, bad, or ugly.

Then again, Mark Twain ran much through his wife while she lived, or he would never have seen print.  So... winging it solo comes with solo acerbity... bitches.  Well, and it comes with all of the assorted pathologies of the singular which wasn't designed to be alone.  Such are our times.  Women seek Kali Ma in the wilds and worship, men seek Crom under his mountain and the riddle of steel.

There are, as a friend recently suggested, only three sexes... males, from Mars; females, from Venus; and the other 33 (or has that increased again?) queer sexes, from Uranus... with the caveat that single adults of either sex are... oddities too, even... or moreso... if that becomes the norm.  Social sink?  I was thinking that should be 'sync', but I now believe it should be both.  Connected dissolution, social-civil based devolvement.  Yes.

Anyway... what was the question again?  :P  Feeling much better already.  Chia cereal is almost ready, an a.c. vinegar ketonic is going in, meds down... all go and good.  Have a wonderful morning, except nosy union bureaucrats who may eat shit and die on your way to hell.  I still keep you in my prayers, faster, always faster.  There is no other way for the prideful, envious, deceitful.  Later.

Up even earlier.

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Not sure why.  I went to bed very late, almost midnight.  Again, I woke, but too early.  It was around 4:30.  I fought to return to sleep, and lost.  Yesterday I had forgotten to turn the furnace down.  I thought that might have been it.  Nope, it was turned down this night.

I feel bad.  As yesterday morning.  I did return to better condition by midmorning.  I am hoping for that again.  I may take extra aspirin today to kickstart that.  Furnace is back up, medicine is about to go down.

I tried steak sous vide last night.  It was okay.  I am having problems getting steak done right.  Or my taste buds are shot.  Maybe age or illness are the problem.  It is really for vegetables though.  I'll have to shop before I can try those.  Soon... I hope.  Getting it together and then getting out is proving impossible.

So much for the V.A. blood sugar strips.  They say use before 1/31/2020, but two in a row have given error codes.  Then again they had started to diverge from my reliable tester, going from thirty to seventy points higher.  I guess not working is better than bad readings.  Government goods and services are no better than the Soviets understood.  Maybe worse, being overpaid on top of it.  At least Soviet bureaucrats also starved, and got the retirements they deserved.

Later.

I must grin.

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Something about not understanding possession?  Oh, I do.  Which is why I advise against yoga.  Oh yes, indeed.

Awake so early!

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A few minutes shy of 6:30.  I have been waking in the 10:00 to 11:00 range for a while now.  Down around 20:30, which is also rather typical.  I didn't want to get up.  Well, did and didn't.  I struggled to either wake or get back to sleep from 6:00 on.  Didn't really come to a conclusion, merely couldn't get back to sleep and was pretty sure it wasn't possible.  Just lying in bed is painful, for me, if awake.  Is that normal?

Medicine, blood test, bp in an hour.  Not feeling well.  Aches and pains everywhere around the torso, with a heaping helping of exhaustion... just not the kind which can be transferred to sleep.  The miserable sort of weariness which just oppresses one right down to the bones.  It might melt off in a bit.

Lots of dreams the last few days.  I'll cut them down, keeping the idea as intact as possible.
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Two nights ago, I took my deceased friend to a barber... from a time when he was still living.  He got it cut way down, and tried to get me to get mine short... to what I call a mission cut.  I refused.

Yesterday night...

The first one.  I was driving by a granary when the weather changed.  As well, something was attacking through the weather.  Vehicles were being tossed, even filled grain trucks, so I got out.  I had déjà vu, and knew what to do, short term.  I called as many to me as I could, told them to follow me if they wanted to live.

Most did.  Of those who remained and within sight, all were killed.  Those who followed but too slowly also died.  The rest of us made that initial sprint, took a break, then took a few more sprints and breaks.  That dream ended as we were taking shelter for the night.  The town looked to have been destroyed.  We were going from cribbage to barn to house.

In the next one, a friend from longer ago invited me for a visit.  A Christmas and New Year celebration.  By New Year, I was exhausted, so didn't go with him and the others.  I couldn't sleep though.  So I cleaned his place.  I knew he had worked to make the place nice.  I had tried to keep it that way, but it had gotten rougher.  He was amazed.

Last night...

The first dream was similar to the one in which an attack took place, only I was in an army unit which happened to be driving by the coop.  I wasn't ranking, but through attrition (from the attackers and probably created weather) I became senior.  This time the enemies were id'ed.  They looked like grasshoppers.  They may have been mechanical.  There were also larger, definitely mechanical, other attackers.  The grasshopper things could bore right through a man in moments, and they were in a massive swarm.  It, to, ended with the town destroyed and my group, which hooked up with another group, settling in for the night.

The other one was about a one night stand.  Started out innocently enough.  I was looking for a man's earring.  I went to a shopping mall, then to Penny's or such.  I didn't really know where to start.  She was there.  She looked a bit frumpy, a bit faded, wearing a white two-piece skirt suit.

When I made my request, she made an off-hand insinuation.  I mocked and rejected her in the same response.  When her attention was gained, and here attitude correct, I explained it was a wedding present for a friend.  One of the bikers (riceburner type, as opposed to the Harley crew) I knew.  She then became pleasant, tried to help.

She was probably 30, or close.  I wasn't even close.  She asked if we could do lunch.  I suggested it depended what exactly that was, and about walked away.  I was clear what sounded good, if I didn't think it would happen.  It was available and did happen. I don't remember how it all came about.  She was late back to work.

She seemed frumpy, but was actually quite slim.  Looking back, she was probably required to dress down, so as to not put off the heavy set clientele.  The first two times were good, but that last time, she was really trying to get pregnant.  I had learned enough about women by then.  Yeah, she was one I had forgotten.  No, I never went back.  I never really liked this method, felt unclean, wrong.  And I had much younger women available.  For as much as I liked sex, I really wasn't all that into it. It just... happened... a lot.  I'd still like it, just not three times a day... usually.

Later.

Sous vide?

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It's a plan.  I already have a vacuum sealer.  I just needed... well, I wasn't absolutely sure.  So I got the minimum plus a few extras.  Should be in tomorrow, some arriving today.  I am not convinced it would do well with meat.  Vegetables are why I really made the purchase.

There is another reason... freezing the cooked, or nearly cooked, bagged vegetables.  Buy them fresh, cook them quickly, let them cool then freeze them for a very fast later reheating.  Enough for a week, or month, at a time... reducing wasted food and continuous shopping.  Even quartered cabbage, perhaps squash?  Mostly keto veggies though.

Blood sugar was down to 196.  I just had a bowl of chia seed cereal, though had more of a nut variety.  Sliced almonds, whole pecans, sunflower and ground flax seeds, hazel nuts... limited to what would fit in a cup plus two teaspoons of flax.  Then half a cup of cream plus a cup of milk... initially.  The cereal was rather thick, so up to another cup of milk was added, if probably closer to two thirds cup.  It does need sweetener, but is rather tasty.  I haven't tried pumpkin seeds yet.  Variety of crunchy material really helps.

Now I am having a small spiced ketonic.  Later, spaghetti.  I will be trying einkorn noodles.  I doubt if it will be any better than regular whole wheat.  Might not be tolerable... whole wheat is as bad as regular pasta, but is heavy and doesn't absorb the sauce.  I'm just dying to try this stuff.  Who knows.

Later.
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After an hour, blood sugar, with both the fatted tea and chia cereal, is 203... a seven point jump.  Not good numbers, if I have definitely had worse.  Next?  Pasghetti!  I am sure it will be rough on the numbers, but sometimes you just have to do it.  Tonight is the night.  Generally, I am eating the right foods, just not on the correct side of the number scale, yet.

Odd.

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To bed early, earlier.  A bit after 21:00.  Even so, I couldn't shake sleep until slightly after 10:00.  The ducks have been tended.  The cats will wait.

Driving practice has restarted.  I was nervous.  Did rather well.  New tires, but snow in some places.  It about evens out.  I also contacted the fellow about the feed and hydrated lime.  I was able to get eight bags, so can pass off several.  Funny thing, the special hog feed is similar enough to the special fowl feed to be used in a pinch.

I don't mind offering some things, as the couple are a good source of information, and work help both ways, as well as friendship.  If I put in poles sometime, I could get help.  And, should I rent a post hole digger, we may well use it to put in a few hydrants around his home.  They are quite handy.  As well, when chickens, or other fowl, come due for butchering, there is help there, and trade...  I prefer hindquarters, they prefer breast meat.  Oh, and I'll take all the offal I can get, and feet, discard backs, and skin from part trimmings, for broth.

I need veggies.  Yeah, the fast?  I realized I couldn't do it.  Why?  I had several plackets of meat thawed.  No, refreezing isn't an option.  I cooked chicken and a beef roast last night.  The rest is in the reefer.  The trick is to intermittent fast, keep it short, and?  To be honest, it isn't working.  I think the problem is that I need vegetables, desperately.  Hopefully today, mild shopping.

My blood sugar was down to 166.  This morning, after a smaller dinner, if all meat, at 19:00 last night, is 225.  Bleh.  Oh, I found the V.A. blood tester.  It works fine.  A few points higher or lower, nothing significant.  So, I can use it up.  I guess I just couldn't believe, from my food, that mu blood sugar was that high.  No more meat thawed, after this until after a three to four day fast, then perhaps a several day fat fast.  Ugh.

Later.

Dispossessed?

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Events led me away from writing this post.  Back to it.  It should be done.  The title is meant as pleasant humor pertaining to the topic.

Several days ago, it hit.  I think it had started several days to a week before that.  If I had to guess, prayers of exorcism.  One?  More like several.  A focused event, before the illness request.  I felt it solidly.  I... sometimes, often... always question what I write.  Self doubts, uncertainty about what it is I am perceiving, insurity whether to share... much, perhaps most, is not shared.

Up late, moving quickly.

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Up to 3:00.  Unusual.  I have been sleeping around 21:00 for... a while now, waking a bit later each morning though.  I've tried alarms, to keep on schedule, but while those can help in the short term they terribly botch it in the longer haul.  What I wouldn't give for regular schedule, or the health to pretend as in the service.

The ducks and girls were tended first thing.  A shower and shave today.  Hopefully in time for the post office.  Ugh.  Actually I best get going.  Oh, fasting... for the weekend, only unsweetened tea, hopefully until Monday morning.  Blood sugar is 256 this morning for truly no right reason.  If blood sugar isn't better, I may try a fat diet... that is half my standard calories, as close to 90%  fat as possible.  Egg, bacon, the fattiest nuts, avocado, heavy cream, and such.  Several days of that, since fasting longer doesn't seem possible, for me, yet.

I best get going.  Later.

What a strange... girl.

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Yeah, well?  She had a point, once?  She was never chasing a devil, only her wants.

A late wake.

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Bedtime was early, 20:30 perhaps an hour later.  I slept well, just having to go to the bathroom once.  I didn't do much yesterday.  I woke at 7:00 and small change.  I was awake earlier, just by a bit.  I gave Sam a full massage suite.  That can help me wake.  Sassy was there, but wasn't interested.  She just wanted to make sure I wouldn't go back to sleep.  The earlier I wake the sooner she eats.  That cat is all about food.

Dreams.  I can't remember them.  Two very different subjects.  A girl in a bikini, woman to be clear.  Nothing happening, just a pleasant conversation.  But the subtexts were clear to me.  As they are in real life, only spelled out in cartoon/comic dialogue boxes.  She was selling.  Because of the desperation of her methods, I wasn't buying.  If she is that needy, she probably can't be trusted for monogamy, or hoped to have children.  That was derived from a picture from the dream... a stillshot capture.

I must admit, I didn't want to walk away.  She looked... good.  I know, when younger, I rarely walked away, if I was clear up front that this wasn't a thing, just... a moment.  Usually I could keep to that.  Not always.  Sometimes I couldn't avoid a particular woman well enough.  Sometimes I almost didn't try... until I remembered how savage it is to lose a family.  Yeah.  Sharp looking dame.  Ugh.

I got stuck on the driveway, well and general wants of chores.  I overloaded, yesterday. Blew a fuse, gasket, and nerve or three.  The neighbor plowed.  So...  Hmm?  Today?  I won't make plans, not deep ones.  A bit of spiffying in the bathroom, then a shower and shave.  I'll see after that.  I am hoping for much more, but will keep planning to small modules as such.

I really want to get to groceries.  But today?  So much to do, even before cooking, I may wait for dishes to be completed.  I really want cauliflower, but also jicama, daikon, and regular radishes if I can find larger ones... lowcarb potato replacement varieties.  I have serious doubts, but that isn't a preclusion to effort.  Actually, doubt is a call to action, if it is a true doubt, not an exclusion.  Careful with that.

Ducks, girls, a shower, then a shave.  I got the electric trimmer work done before the last shower.  I can get the blade work done this time.  I'd still like to get to a straight razor.  Anything she can do?  It's more about learning to sharpen the razors and keeping them sharp.

Bad news.

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My mother's friend has had a major heart attack.  He took a few aspirin immediately, then called my mother.  Thankfully he didn't go all manly and refuse help.  Even so, after several surgical forms of intervention, he is in a seriously precarious condition.  I asked if she needed anything.  Prayers, I was told.  I can do that, and multiply that... if you would be willing to add a prayer or two.  His name is Tom.

Not good.

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Blood sugar, with the trusted test strips in, has read 179 the last few times.  I can't find the other device or I would compare.  I will when I find it.  I haven't had a bite in hours, didn't eat much, and it was all very keto.  I have time for a fatted tea.  A small one.  This isn't making sense.

I am absolutely exhausted.  Worse than typical.  I got almost nothing done today.  Slow, late, little done.  And my upper body is too hot, my legs down is too cold.  That's a new one.  A meat loaf, with cheese melted on top, a spiced fatted tea, a vinegar sipping, and an half a cup of mixed hazel nuts and sunflower seeds... that was it.

I can't get off my chair.  When I can, I get lost until I find myself back in the chair... as if finding myself even meant what it might seem.  Lost and found.  Youtube seems to have stopped being about music.  Almost no new, music or otherwise.  I wonder if they are dying... or worse, changing like mtv.

Anyway.  Later.

Something is way off.

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I am using a different blood monitor.  I ran out of that which I purchase myself.  By the time I could afford more, I ran out before the new test strips arrived.  So I thought I would take a chance and use the few supplied by the V.A.  I am reconsidering that choice.

My blood sugar, fasting twice, then after the ketonic, have been outrageous.  The first two, a few hours apart, were 225, this last was 272 after the ketonic.  A tablespoon of cream has never kicked blood sugar like that.  A cup of the stuff doesn't do more than a dozen or maybe score of points potential as a worst case.  I am doubting the machine.  All good.  The strips that read right (according to lab drawn a1c's) will be in soon.

I am about to shower, dress, then plow the drive.  More snow yesterday.  Then... everything, or something, else.  I don't think there is any reason to continue checking with this device.  It is just plain wrong.  I wonder how many people they force onto insulin with this mal-calibrated machine?  No wonder they don't want us getting our own devices... or meds.  Actually... I am beginning to wonder... just how much of their medicine is sugar pills?  Seriously.  Later.

Too high, but why?

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Last night, at 196... this morning at 225.  For one thing, vinegar needs to be consumed before food, and maybe several times a day?  It depends who is talking.  But, okay.  I'm starting with a vinegar ketonic.  I will have another one around noon, then one before my first meal.

That wasn't all.  I started having caloric ketonics early, midmorning.  Which would be fine if I used that as the start of my intermittent fasting.  I ate calories over too long of a time span?  I don't know, but I think so.  I am pretty sure I didn't eat too many calories.  Fats were in good order, as were proteins, with only four to six carbs.

Every day is a new opportunity.  Today I will test ketonics.  I can't have the spice ketonic, as it needs fats, thus calories, for absorption.  But, how much fat?  If a tablespoon would be enough, that amount of raw whole cream doesn't, from experience heretofore, cause an insulin response.  I'll... test that, as I like to have a few of those a day... turmeric (1/2 Tbsp.), fresh ground black pepper (1/4 Tbsp.), ginger and cinnamon (1 Tbsp.), from a Tbsp. to cup of whole raw cream in a quart or two of warm tea.  If I am not going to have chia cereal (like today) I will add ground flax seed (1 Tbsp.).

Crazy sounding stuff.  Actually interesting to consume.  A few drops of sucradrops or other (very lightly sweetened) and it is good to go.  I tried it salty.  Not preferred.  I save my salt injection for the vinegar formula, half a Tbsp. once a day.  The rest I eat, or skip.  Yeah, it is different.  It is helping, in some areas.  Ankle swelling and salt craving down. Extreme irritability?  *grins*

I need to get to the store.  Veggies, like or not... if mostly wanted foods.  Plus just to get out.  A call to the docs, at least one appointment, checking where I can get scripts, a shower first, post office, dishes, laundry...???  Well...  IF I'M ALIVE!  ;p  Later.

Not bad.

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An hour after the keto cereal, blood sugar was up.  At 164, eating to my satisfaction, I won't complain.  That is only a thirteen point jump.  There is something, however, that was forgotten.  Something that seems to lower blood sugar... an apple cider vinegar ketonic.  So I am having one.  I'll check sugar in an half hour, then an hour after that.

It looks like Desert Cat was right about veggies.  Too many sources, and what I am seeing, is tracking toward evidenciary results.  So I am beginning to look at veggies a bit more.  Looks like my favorites are in there.  Kale is okay, especially drenched in a.c. vinegar or butter.  But cabbage, brussels sprouts, avocado, spinach, asparagus, cauliflower, even tomatoes (when good ones are available) and carrots, and a few others are good.  Broccoli is very good too, but always a challenge.

Six to nine cups a day?  I don't think so.  Between cost and constant shopping, that is beyond my abilities.  However, kale powder and wheatgrass powder, mixed with regular veggies, might make that more reasonable.  Eat fresh until gone or bad, then go to powder until I can make it back to the store.  With the price of powder, I would be motivated to shop more often.

Anyway... I am figuring things out.  Not the perpetual exhaustion, but I am trying to sneak past it, to get some things going.  Ugh.  Later.

Funky.

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I had a late meal.  I didn't believe it would matter.  It did.  An half portion of chia pudding sent blood sugar from 135 to 223.  I hoped it would be down this morning.  I waited until after some shoveling.  Nope, 247.  I waited to eat to take another reading.  I didn't want to see the number, so stalled eating, just having fasting ketonics, until 13:28, at which time it read 175... right before starting lunch.  That is a 72 point drop, but still disappointing.

Breakfast. The last of the salami and a fatted tea.  I will miss that.  Everything tasted so sweet.  The salami, the teas, my fingers?  Crazy.  I almost wondered if my food had been poisoned with sugar.  Seriously.  I have been eating off and on since.  Two hours later, in the quarter of my (potential) mealtime, another read... 151?  Okay.

I am about to have a bowl of chia.  The thing that might be throwing the reading is either messing up intermittent fasting, or a new food I am adding.  If it jacks now, within my i.f. window, I'll suspect the new additive.  One new food or process at a time... or just a few.

Bp is a middling range.  I wear out quickly and easily.  Whatever.  Later.

Different. Interesting?

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I waited a bit over the time, if close enough.  The first bp check on my right arm was nearly disastrous, at 178/110  pulse 86.  Sure, I have had worse, but not on medication.  Perhaps the hiccups in taking it have been too severe?  I start with the right, in an obverse reason to why the Dread Pirate Roberts starts with the left... the opposite is usually better.  Not yesterday.  Today?  137/90 pulse 86?  Wow, huge difference.

Oh, decided to test blood sugar.  I knew it was going to be higher.  At 135 I was... wrong.  Crazy.  I'll take it.  A thirteen point drop while I am still stuffed to the gills.  *blub*  Just weird.  Good, I think.  But surely odd.  A nap, if I can get out of the chair.  Ugh.  Later.

After lunch blood sugar.

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I kept putting testing off.  I have been hungry (sort of) since 10:30.  Salami, too much, but...  Several ketonics, plus a tiny salted vinegar tea... it really helps with stomach stoppage, maybe bloat, and seems to, maybe help keep blood sugar low.  Yeah, but with nearly constant consumption and the high fasting number, I didn't expect a good number, perhaps 160 to 180, though it might just be up.

Yes, I get nervous, didn't want to check.  It was time, past time.  148?  I checked several times, to see if the number I was seeing was right.  Even leaving the menu level then going back in.  A fifty point drop after constant consumption, with a belly full enough to hurt.  That's my kind of gig!

I am tired, worn, not feeling good.  A bit of a shave, a shower, messing with easy food and drinks.  A nap?  Maybe.  After this fatted tea, and an hour.  Just took meds, want to check bp.  It was really high last I checked.  Then a nap.  So ready.  Later.

What!?!

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The last two blood sugar readings last night, through five and an half hours of yesterday, read 163, both times.  I had hoped they would drop, but at least they didn't rise.  This morning?  198  Crap.  I guess the next fast will have to be longer.  I won't be ready to fast again until next weekend, at he best.

A change, from something I am eating or doing... the hair on my head has become thicker, coarser.  It's like I turned Italian overnight.  A more recent or longer term change though, I can't say.  In one way, it is great.  Having baby hair makes it impossible to manage.  But thicker hair has to be managed.  A little goop and I could almost sculpt a sea wave.  I wonder though, temporary or permanent?

Hungry, but what to eat?  I Don't want cereal twice in a row.  Hungry?  Actually not, at least yet.  I have some time to consider, as I prefer not to eat until hunger, or bodily churning, kicks in.  I'm not fully enough into keto yet to not ever have hunger.  Though sometimes it isn't there.  It is hit or miss for now.  Though, if I pay attention, when hunger isn't happening, I can sense the machine seeking energy.  With intermittent fasting, of course, it doesn't always get food.  In the feeding hours, however, I prefer to start eating on the active or passive signal, rather than just because, or by the clock (save as a time limiter and I.F. timer - eight hours of eating time, at least sixteen hours of no food).  Anyway...

A shower first thing.  Now to dress, get dishes going, get ready to water the quackles and cats, and try to hit the world.  I'll try to dig in today.  Later.

A different question.

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I have been ignoring.  I don't care about stupid questions.  Days.  Longer?  I am in no shape to know.  Have you ever had someone at your door while you are trying to sleep.  They just won't go away.  Finally, you gather yourself, your attire, your mind, and you go look.  Perhaps curious by this point, or at least trying to remove the spirit of resentment before meeting the interlocutor... better have something important to say.

Well... I may not learn who this is, but I will answer the question so as to rest.

Awesome^2?

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I believe it.  A couple hours after, blood sugar dropped more, to 167.  Cool.  I actually expected it to start rising.  Either way I planned to eat.  Two ounces of filberts... rounded up a lot, half an ounce or more... three ounces of salami sliced thin, and, say, three ounces of cream cheese, plus tea.

Cool.  Two hours later, a bit ago?  Blood sugar was down to 162.  Something good is happening.  Further, while I can't eat more, I don't have a heavy stomach, as if everything stopped in there.  Apple cider vinegar, I am sure of it.  It has acidified the gut.  I actually feared acid reflux, in spite of what I heard.  Nope.  It is helping.

The next trial?  Iodine.  I keep, and use, table salt, iodized... iodinized? with iodine.  I don't eat enough fish and sea food.  Or eggs lately.  Eggs?  Yep, I didn't know that either... if I haven't sorted out egg consumption required for daily recommended values.  I do know most people are short on this, very short.  Although there is a way to test.  I'll do that before buying a supplement.  It's... just on the mind... potential list.

Food is done for the day.  I'll test blood sugar in three then five hours.  Just tea from here on out, only one with sucradrops.  I still expect it may go back up.  We'll see.  Later.

Wow.

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As I get ready to do things, a blood test.  A very nice if odd 181 number.  An hour after eating, only drinking a vinegar and tea in the interim (took the whole hour to drink the pint of mostly tea), my blood sugar DROPPED eleven points!  Now it will do that at some point when fasting blood sugar drops below 150, sometimes more after leveling there, but I've not had this happen above.  It only lowers, even then, for breakfast.  I am curious if this would work as such, later in the day, or for the second meal.  Crazy.

It is quite a thing.  I wouldn't have believed a food could do that.  Oh, but I can now be more sure apple cider vinegar doesn't trigger a glucose response.  It might even be what helped lower the number?  Helping digestion?  I don't... know... anything.  In time my suspicions, right or wrong, may lead to a more functionally healthy pattern of eating and living.

I will just end up dead, in the world (barring surviving to be among the quick taken for judgement, assuming I am human or that option exists if not).  But why not seek health so as to enjoy what life remains?  I might even seek a woman, if I could be a bit more active.  I think I am tricky and know I am foolish enough.  :p  I just need a little more life... Father.  *rictus grin*

Well, on to some things.  Good morning, day.

Almost back to a normal day.

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No more split days, two per twenty four hours.  Going to bed in the evening, waking in the morning.  I can't recall bedtime.  After 19:00, but just or well after 21:00 I can't say.  Not much later, not any later.  Waking at 5:06 to be exact, with my current condition suggesting an eight to nine hour sleep... yeah.  It's just math.

A bit bruised and battered.  The fast, the bits of work, getting on medicine again, all combined to do a number on me.  Plus the cold.  All good.  Where would I be without challenges?  Another shower nearly right away.  Or bath?  My body aches.  A bath is better, but is a lot of work.  But Epsom salt!  I'd really like a bath.

I have been checking the ducks more frequently.  The fear of their water freezing...  Just that once, so far.  Some days they eat a ton, sometimes almost nothing, but water they use right down every day.  The last bag of feed is next.  The next time I am out I need to check on feed.  A non-soy mix, if I can afford it.  I like my animals, but also choose certain things myself.  It looks like they go through a bag a month?  Ah, they used to do that.  I am at half billet.  Still, the goal is more, and maybe meat, this summer.  Six bags?  If I can, four as a fallback proposition.  I plan on gifting one, along with some of the hydrated lime... spring is coming 'round the mountain.

Uhrm... no.

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Limburger.  Just no.  I actually was able to eat some of it.  It actually tasted okay, mostly.  A strange cheese, as a new mushroom, takes time.  The texture wasn't too off.  But the smell?  My heavens.  Oh my heavens.  I've washed my hands three times, taken the trash out with everything involved.  It's all I can smell.  Only more so on the fingers which touched the stuff near my face, or disturb the air, they smell worse... worser?  No, definitely worserest!

Other than the smell, I could do the cheese.  It isn't my favorite, not worth the bother... currently.  But I'd like to try it again.  Someday.  Why?  Believe it or else it is part of what kings do.  Real ones.  Delusional you say?  As you wish.  Perhaps somewhere I could just obtain a small portion, cleaned of it's rind.  No fainting or head rush, just... no.

The salami I am into is fantastic.  The usual spices, though with fennel.  It has serious umami, if not near the Limburger.  A touch of the scent of death.  That is umami.  There is much deeper... seven or more years of salt preserved fish, among others.  I am a novice to umami, if exceptional for a Westerner.  I'll keep working on it.

It is nearing bedtime.  Medicine, an hour or two, then down.  Ah, paid my mortgage.  My phone... either already paid it or it hasn't come due yet.  Ugh.  Confusing world for those so close to death.  Good night.  I'll keep you in my prayers, even if only as an enemy.  Everybody gets at least a moment.

I just can't.

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Hungry.  I have to eat.  I so want spaghetti.  I know.  No.  In three weeks, if I still want it, sure.  I have whole einkorn wheat pasta.  I am curious to see if it makes any difference.  If not, back to regular non whole wheat pasta.  So... what to eat?  I think salami with limberger... a trial cheese.  If I can't do that, then cream cheese.  Actually, starting of with a fatted coffe might be best.

I have been looking for replacements for things.  Chia seeds and various nuts for cereal, or nuts, coco nibs, and coconut chips or shreds for granola.  I haven't tried those, but do have the ingredients for the first and am closing on the other.  But potatoes... sure, there is cauliflower.  That takes a lot of processing.  Or seems to.  And doesn't work as fries.

Daikon radish and jicama are a couple of runners up.  The latter is also said to make a reasonable apple replacement.  Just passing on ideas.

Yeah, I am ending the fast.  Blood sugar is 136.  At least there is that.  Later.

Hmm...

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I mixed two ketonic recipes.  The turmeric ginger pepper with the ketone and electrolyte powder, with cream, in hot tea.  Actually that wasn't bad.  Given the givens that is.  In this first hour, blood sugar jumped 25 points to 176.  Maybe too much cream.  I am having an apple cider vinegar ketonic, hoping that might help.  No lemon juice in it today, with blood sugar already increasing.

Perhaps too much cream, maybe I can't add fats two days in a row, or just as possibly my blood sugar simply jumps from time to time.  A lot of blood testing, but it helps, especially while trying new drinks.  I'll check in another hour.  If still increasing, then the next hour.  If leveled or fallen, I'll wait two hours.

Ducks and cats are mostly good.  Better check the litter pans.  Medicine is down.  Dishes have been washed and reset.  I'll do two portions, drying and putting up.  Then get a shower.  I hope in time to get to the post office.  Then, maybe folding laundry and of course setting up more dishes.  I'll check the water for the ducks sometime this afternoon.  They are amazing creatures.

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Right.  Leveled, some might call it a drop.  At one point less I call it a leveling.  The precision and accuracy of the device, even at 1% if that is it's rating, simply isn't there.  No problem, this is sufficient to satisfy my concern.  I really wonder... I should probably consume a tablespoon of the a.c. vinegar tea ketonic before eating anything with calories.  At least until blood sugar is well controlled and I am well fat adapted.  Wrong or right, for the moment, I am tying fat adaptation to blood sugar.

Yeah.  I'll keep at it.  A bit hungry, mild at the moment... comes and goes.  If it gets too bad, under several sources of more established advisement, I will consume small portions of fat.  Not to satiation, merely to grease the skids.  A tablespoon of cream or butter in tea.

Actually, I suspect ketone crystals of somehow, sometimes, raise blood sugar.  It is probably still a potential good sometimes.  Though I am past that point.  I'll not use it again unless I really mess up.  Energy isn't great, but is good enough for short shifts.  I'm getting there.  Later.

Finally.

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Fasting blood sugar is 151.  At least the rest of today is fasting, though through Saturday, even Sunday, is hoped.  No more, not yet.  I am unsure of four days.  I can't be sure, about everything, but it seems either multiday fasting or insulin are the only ways.  I'd much prefer fasting, and it has to be coupled with intermittent fasting, to work.  Well, that and keto.  The problem is I have to be clear of mind, which... yes... means being well dosed on heart medicine.

It's a rougher gig than it sounds.  Like being forced to soldier with one arm tied behind my back, wearing an eye patch on one eye, carrying an extra useless forty pounds of weight.  I could yell,  "Not fair"!  But I, and everybody else, knows this, on both sides of the issues.  That is a given.  No one can help, or will.  Not in a way that could balance things.  Actually the only way to balance things, since I can't improve, would be to saddle everyone.  I am not misery, and don't care for company... certainly not that much.  *grins*

I had another type of ketonic yesterday eve.  I was not sure it would work, as it included a tablespoon of cream, though could use butter.  Turmeric, ginger, ground pepper (to absorb turmeric... stuff, pepper and fat are useful), well, in hot tea.  Not as tasty as had hoped.  Adding salt or a sweetener, perhaps ghee, might work.  Actually butter.  The ghee I bought separated.  I suspect it has oil.  I am trying to sort that out.  Anyway... it didn't bother blood sugar.

I am about to have a regular ketonic.  I might add a teaspoon of cream, just to try to kick over fat burning.  As mentioned, while I am positive I am making ketones, hugely, I am not sure they are being used.  Ugh.  My doubts hinge on high blood sugar while eating a high fat diet.  That leads me to suspect my body is breaking down dietary and muscle protein in the body.  Beside high blood sugar is foamy pee.  Yeah.

Which, among other things is why I am experimenting with other ketonics, herbs and spices, and food mixes.  I am, generally, avoiding supplements, going for foods and spices.  I ate and drank my way into some of this mess. It's the only way out.  It might even cure or improve my heart on the way through.  That wasn't my fault, nor was the extended lack of treatment.  Doesn't mean I can't treat it.  All doctors and medicine do, at this time, is help (if they deign) by buying some unknown chunk of time.  I have to do the rest.

Actually, from a human... or what passes for that in these quarters... perspective, I... enjoy this challenge.  Sure, I would rather be an engineer, brick layer, plumber, husband, father, even merc.  But this is what I have left.  It is dangerous, difficult, requiring risking health even life for small gains.  It is complicated, requiring learning, investigation on several levels, plus lab work, some of which I do.  That is to stay alive!  What do you do to stay alive?  Go to work?  Race you!  ;P

Well, enough for now.  Have a good morning, day.

It actually did.

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Blood sugar, without any cause, increased to 171.  Something metabolic.  While fasting, I assume fuel was gathered, if not the fuel... fat... I am trying to get it to use.  Ketosis is very good, according to the test strips.  Running between 80 and 160, pushing toward darker purple.  The two aren't perfectly tied, if they usually have sync... just not lately.

Hunger is heavy.  I am considering another ketonic, if of a different sort.  Ketone crystals, electrolyte powder, tea, and... I think that is all I can use that won't exacerbate blood sugars.  I am sure, five or six hours later, it isn't the vinegar ketonic which caused the spike.  Especially after having initially lowered it, though there could be more complex reactions than I am currently aware.  I'll keep experimenting.  Perhaps a day, tomorrow, without that?  Maybe.

It has been a good day.  No work.  Medicine, restarting.  I didn't think so, when I thought about.  I hoped.  Just couldn't gain traction no matter the effort.  Oh, and some suggested my experiences are, or may be, pure imagination, or demonic in nature.  There are only a few ways to know, or be more certain.  Can't be certain about who is sending the packets, if it seems possibly close to the source.

I have learned a few things I didn't know.  I will admit I am always... suspicious, even if I go with it.  However, understand, I am not emotional about these things.  At least not always in the positive.  Some might wish, for example, to be marked.  I am not happy with it.  Inconvenient, and I don't expose it publicly.  Nobody's bizwax... just... a point on a mostly hidden blog, by an anon "writer".  I am curious who you are.  Even an anon expression would be appreciated.

No worries, if you won't step forward.  If, however, you choose to snipe from the shadows... fine.  Just include prayers.  I understand that standing in the light, or dealing directly with every questionable sort, is impossible.  Still, the door is open.  There are two email addresses.  I only check a.c a few times a month but it isn't as public as a.g.  Just a thought.

If blood sugar keeps increasing I'm just going to eat.  Pasghetti, as I prefer to call it.  Later.  Maybe good night.  And, God bless.
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Bleh.  Blood sugar dropped to 161, no dinner.  Loving what you hate?  I'm gladder that it dropped, if my stomach placed a bet on the losing horse.  Not even crow, cold as is said best.  Psghetti will have to wait.  Bedtime it is.  A grumpy stomach is no fun.
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Another shot at the ketonic.

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This time I excluded lime juice.  Labelled as zero carb, zero calorie, obviously untrue.  This time I went with about a pint of tea, two tablespoons of apple cider vinegar, an quarter to half teaspoon of cream of tartar, and an half tablespoon of pink Himalayan salt.  Not as tasty, but still not bad.

My blood sugar has been dropping, if slowly, since... I think... 214 this morning.  It was 179 as I started consuming the ketonic.  I must admit, I was surprised I could consume a.c. vinegar on an empty stomach, while fasting.  I was able to consume this concoction quickly, less than five minutes.  An hour later, blood sugar continued it's fall, down slightly to 174.  Fasting remains simple enough.  And I am not freezing, or feeling cold, today.

Something strange?  Burping.  Which isn't necessarily strange, it was the taste... and a strange realization.  Although, for me, belching and passing gas, since Draino, maybe before, is rare... so actually it is odd.  Anyway.  The taste reminds me of a whiskey I used to greatly desire at times... need.  Or scotch?  Further, this vinegar scratches that vital need, but without drunkenness.  I know, crazy.  But true.  I must assume the whisky had some similar acid?  Fascinating.  I tell you, alcohol was the only medicine I had when doctors were trying to pacify me to death with bad medicine.

Oh, two hours on, blood sugar has dropped to 151.  I'll check the next hour, then at the three hour mark, from now... just to see if my blood sugar jumps for no good reason.  Just... checking.  The goal is two days fasting.  But if all is good, I might try three.  With this new ketonic to experiment with, maybe four?  I'd like to figure a way to extended fasting.

I'm not interested in trying to learn to live on sunshine, moonbeams, and air.  I just want a tool through which to quash diabetes.  Again.  I can't become "catatonic" anymore (quotes, as it wasn't true catatonia, as my mind is as you now perceive it, it just couldn't express itself through a nearly dead body).  Becoming catatonic I was able to nearly hibernate, thus starve, for weeks, even mostly months at a time.  Ah... such memories.

I thought to do an update on the ongoing fasting ketonic experiment.  Tomorrow I will risk lemon juice.  Though, perhaps next time I fast, I may try fresh juices of each sort.  This will also work for intermittent fasting, so as to not break the fast, yet have something beside tea.  Later.

One little meal...

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The meal helped.  I got warm quickly.  Not hot, comfortable.  If sleeping with food finished the process.  I dressed for winter right away this morning.  Dallied until frigid yesterday.  That was part of it.  Fasting today and tomorrow?  Sure!  I'll give it a shot.  Try, try again.  If I fail?  Tomorrow, next week, later still.  I'll get at least a two day fast in.

I'll be trying the new ketonic, without lime juice, later.  Fasting blood sugar was back up at 214.  A day of fasting ruined by two to three ounces of pork, the anemic four remnant pieces of celery, and half a block of cream cheese?  Well, the ketonic had done damage already.  As to the ketonic, I'm not sure whether to skip juice or use lemon?  No, I'll skip this time.

Re-re-re-started medicine.  Reset it for two weeks... need potassium for the next two weeks but otherwise that is set.  I've been off longer this time, and so roughly on and off before that it's hurting this time.  Ugh.  If it isn't one thing it is another.  Still, I'm keeping at it, in mind, even spirit, if not flesh.  So rough, if pain has become a path to sacred blessings.  I hope you live to see such wisdom.  The fear of pain which grips so many is becoming their death and may become the death of the world.

Not sure.

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Blood sugars have risen after drinking the new ketonic.  Up to 160 right after finishing (took an hour, heavy stuff), 180 an hour after, and down to 177 an hour even later.  Not so good.  A thirty point rise at the height.  Lime juice?  The salt, cream of tartar, and tea are definitely not carbs.  Vinegar or lemon juice... probably.  The lime juice is better, says no carbs.  I'll try one without that tomorrow.

I never did warm up.  So I didn't work.  I may have to eat.  For now.

I checked on the ducks.  Good thing too.  Their water, strangely, froze over.  I got them fresh water and checked later.  They all must have drank and bathed.  The water was filthy and low.  No whine, just a note.  With the great want and need I got them another portion of water.  I'll check again before sleeping.  And feed the girls.  Might as well have a bite myself.

I've got the furnace at 74 F, two pair of socks, my winter boots, jeans, and two shirts.  Thermometers are saying it's hot, so it must just be me.  Food is the last, next, potential fix... for today.  Ugh.  I haven't been cold like this for a while.  Good night.

Believer?

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Depends.

Food advice in this case.  No?  Yes?  In this case, no.  If I have gotten good dope from an adviser before, I will give them more of my ear.  As I have mentioned before, belief isn't a requirement to induce or prevent action.  As long as there is time, exploration, investigation, and trials can be performed.

I do research on a variety of topics from time to time.  Too much reading and watching on single topics at a time and I begin to draw blanks.  Nothing sticks, nothing forms of what is going in.  Too much study can also do that, generally.  Jack has to play.  The recent topic I planned to review ended up being a hot topic.  It turns out to have uses even within fasting.

Apple cider vinegar, especially the type including the mother.  Actually, if it's just the acid, why the mother?   Anyway...  Why the curiosity?  First, that I learned to use it when making bone broth.  It helps leech the minerals from the bone.  This... seemed to hold potential for other purposes.  Something, something, my subconscious suspected something, just couldn't quite solve the puzzle.

Then, many advisers who had gained some trust, kept writing or doing vids on this subject.  I just didn't see this as primary and have had other research ongoing.  Until now.  Amazing.  I may have solved a major problem!  That of digesting, or not actually, meat.  Actually I have been having difficulty digesting anything.  Now, I am cutting meat, and other protein, a bit.  But beside loving meats, they are the best sources of protein, and often fat.

Fasting isn't always fun.

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It started off a bit difficult.  It has gotten better.  Knowing it is a short, two day, fast made it easier, but it was already getting easier for no known reason.  Waking to seeming violence may have ended with hunger.  First adrenaline, then backing that down... extra hunger from the bodily functions.

Fasting blood sugar was 213, then dropped to 191.  I decided to try the fasting version of my warm tea ketonics.  It includes a ketone crystal mix, taurine, and an electrolyte powder.  All on trial, but supposed to be carb and calorie free.  I'll test in an hour, and then two.  If it's higher in two then one hours, I'll check again in three hours.  I am hoping for no, or a negligible rise.  Anything over fifteen and I'll begin checking which item it might be.  Labels simply can't be trusted anymore if blood sugar can just go squirrelly.

I haven't gotten to work.  Cold, baby.  I turned up the heat and dressed warmer.  About to add a jacket.  Sometimes it might be health, or hunger, or other such.  All I know is I won't work until I warm up a bit.  The warm tea should help.  I just can't get to things while so cold.  Taurine is supposed to help with energy while fasting.

Later.
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Good, so far.  I am just finishing the ketonic.  Still, it's been an hour since I started.  It's probably all good.  Blood sugar is 187 or a four point drop.  I'll give it another hour.  If there is no, or serious, swing up, I'll call it good.  I will still check from time to time.  It's how I do.  Trust but verify, continually.  You can never be sure enough.

Still cold.  More hot tea, maybe a few more points on the furnace.  Later.
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Good.  Blood sugar dropped to 178, down nine more points.  I won't bother with a three hour check.  Three hours out I may check again.  Yes, I did have liquid sucralose with the hot tea.  It was carefully dosed at four drops in two quarts.  So, yes, occasionally, if dosed down.  Sometimes I simply can't drink without it.

Still so cold.  Tending the ducks, I read the thermometer... below zero, F.  The light wasn't good so I couldn't make an exact read.  I don't think the cold is anything but health problems.  Cold?  I am freezing.

Thank heavens.

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It's both January and the first.  I didn't realize the point on the calendar before going to bed.  Woke to several pops and a cacophony, mostly of women.  That could be either celebratory or... what happens after someone gets shot.  It's how they do, especially in flocks.  Then a bunch of bangs.

It was time to wake, so I did.  Then a consideration of what to do.  I hadn't seen... anything.  I decided to simply look, in a way I wouldn't be backlit.  Excuse me for knowing a few things.  Nothing.  No one.  No activity or sound at all.  Then, I really started thinking fireworks, but couldn't figure out why.  As is per usual, as I returned to the living room, my eyes tasted the electronic calendar... ahha.

All good.  I am all but sure, had there been a shooting, police would be there, and an ambulance by now.  So, no.  No problems.  They just woke me in time to celebrate the new year.  *grins*  I don't stress over things, only figure them out, dealing with what must be dealt with, living with what must be endured.  Or just getting a chuckle out of events.  Cheers!  Don't lose an eye having fun.  But do enjoy.

Never did get to work.  Couldn't eat a whole chicken thigh either.  I stayed awake until mid afternoon, hoping to figure some work out.  It just wouldn't happen.  I finally, after stretching six or more hours beyond a natural bedtime, hit the wall so hard I put my skeleton from the waist up out of whack sleeping like a log.

I'll push several things through, right after waking fully.  Laundry folding, dishes, and a shower, right away.  Well after a couple hours.  I may need to sleep after that.  If so, it'll probably just be a nap, after which I can hit folding and more dishes right after.  Yeah, I think so.  I'd like to collect boxes and maybe get going in the kitchen.  Yeah.  I'll get there.  Oh, right, my fast starts today, lasting to Friday.  Bleh.  I had just started grousing around mentally for breakfast.  Cold tea it is!  Bleh, if I haven't said it.

I don't think so?

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Usually, anytime a food label indicates sugar, my diabetes takes a spike if I consume it.  Proof ignorance is no excuse.  This cheese, and I probably had four ounces, created no spike.  Well, along with the salami, cream, and filberts, blood sugar only went fifteen points higher, and that probably not from the meal as it is four hours later, maybe three.  Still...  And fast carbs cause the fastest spikes... if my stomach is working.  A bm shortly after breakfast, and no knotted sensation, tell me it's all working.  So, those carbs weren't as severe as paperwork would lead me to believe.

So... What is the problem?  I may have to force a fast.  Maybe just two days.  As well, push through with work.  And make broth in the meanwhile, to have something easier to go off the fast.  I don't feel up to it.  Isn't that the best time, often?  Yeah.  Starting tomorrow?  Sure.  My first waking period Tuesday until my first waking period Friday.

I've gotten most of the trash out, and cycled a load of laundry through.  No more laundry until I get things sorted and put up.  I was quite behind.  I am, because of folding and sorting remaining, about a third finished.  If by bulk through the machines, closer to half, or two thirds complete.  Some of what remains are smaller specialty loads, so it'll take a while even so.

I had to take a break on trash.  It is two thirds out.  I am too tired to work very hard.  The goal is to have it all out before 6:00.  Some days they are very early.  No blame, that cycles.  Just, gotta get this out.  Not sure if it is recycling day yet either.  Ugh.  Later.
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Done!  Before 5:15.  No recycling but it was taken to the bin.  The next goal is two baskets of laundry, then the dishes soaking, then a shower.  I won't do a single load of laundry until all else is sorted and put up.  Gah, ugh, bah!  It'll be a few days.  Vinegar has helped refresh the washer.  Done!

Now?  To rest, then eat... or sleep?  The hope is a bite, folding, dishes, then a shower.  No promises.  Crashes have been intense and come quickly, surprising and capsizing my consciousness in an Utah instant.  Still, I think at least two out of three probably, and a small meal... a chicken thigh and... ?  Later.  Good night and day, in case I crash.

That might be it.

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Blood sugar is staying right above 200.  Not quite up to fasting, but careful eating will usually bring it to the 150's.  I started watching things closely, it just wouldn't budge.  As I was having a cheese and salami snack yesterday... my Christmas culinary dinner substitute... I was thinking how delightful it was.  Enough for a couple light snacks through the twelve days.  How much like a caramel cheese, as perfectly those two can be blended.

Like a ton...  So I rushed into the kitchen.  Yep.  Sugar added, or something or a process that sweetens... perhaps the caramel process?  I guess that is a first for me, so...  It is called gjetost.  If you don't have sugar issues, love cheese and caramel?  Now, I thought I read it only has seven grams of sugar (per serving/ounce).  So, it really isn't too bad, or terrible anyway, unless you are running keto or diabetic.

Filberts for breakfast.  They are growing on me.  Two doses gets me 500 calories, mostly fat.  With a fatted tea, it's a full meal.  I am beginning to tag calories, roughly.  Is there any other way?  Right now I am not stressing calories, just checking what it takes to satisfy... fill the tank.  In time I may go by calories after interest in food otherwise dies off.  Calorie counting is practice... mostly.

Intermittent fasting is off as my sleep cycle is at two days per day.  I am guessing the only reason I am not mostly simply catatonic is because I am able to eat, and good food.  If a bear could find high fat food in the winter, would it sleep?  No.  Well, not as much.  No one wants to run around in the winter cold, either.  Even with an enclosed cave and 'always fire', it still gets cool.  On this one, I am more like the bear than the wolf or eagle.

Trash has to go tonight.  More work as well.  Food will help.  I have to push, or I'll crash before I can get chores done.  It's tough for me to get going before I crash in this cool.  I really have to shove.  I can't always do that.  I'll try.  Have to really focus on one thing, like a poll vaulter.  IF I can get that done, THEN focus on something else.  Just one thing at a time or I get lost in the possibilities, then run out of runway... crashing so hard things almost break.

Later.

Why so serious?

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A question and not a question.  Asking for clarification, telling through rhetoric, accusing, demanding, shocked, outraged... pleased.  So it goes with women.

Crashing.

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Every eight to twelve hours.  The need for sleep hits so hard I stumble to the bedroom. Sleep is good.  I don't wake all that refreshed.  No worries.  It outs food and the sleep cycle off.  I won't fool around with absolutes.  If I am hungry, for now, I will aim to eat and/or drink what keto meal I think will satisfy.

Waking at midnight, hunger had my attention.  A smaller fatted tea, about three to five ounces of pork roast, three celery stalks with five ounces of cream cheese.  Stuffed.  I'll have to cut down.  It was tasty.  I'll probably have another fatted tea before crashing in seven or fewer hours.  But that is it for food.

I am hoping to get work in.  True, it doesn't matter how I feel.  But I do need to be able to stand.  Ugh.  Later.

She.

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Not actually a new post.  The rest of an unfinished one.  The music rolled.  On and on, beyond my ability to collect, discern, and roll out reasonably.  Beyond my capacity, the capacity of my readers, or at least those who seek to the full experience of listening and reading the story, has been stretched.

Exhausted as I am, I still see and hear.  I am three music posts behind, after this one.  Not certain what happened, not fully.  But the floodgates have opened.  Oh, I think I know who she is.  Though what she wants... that's...  Women are tricky.  Certain women in our lives are trickier.  More so for some of us.  I'll... get to her before long.  First, the rest of her... infringement upon my space.  Is it always illegal to kill a woman?  As if it, mostly, matters with some of them.

A long nap.

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Three hours, and change?  Food took me out at the knees.  I will have another, but very small, fatted tea.  Blood sugar is down to 216, a fifty point drop from the meal high.  I checked ketones before the nap, I think.  They are between 80 and 160, so it isn't food that is ravaging diabetes, it is definitely the artificial sweetener.  I need to try to go without, cut back on volume and frequecy, plus alternate the kind I use.

Back to work today.  Trash has to go.  Laundry and dishes need worked, thus the fatted tea.  Just because my body is pumping out ketones doesn't mean it is using them yet.  Keeping extra fat, in smaller batches, is still seen as better... especially if I want to work.  I suspect I am not ketone adjusted, because of the exhaustion.  As well as minor flu symptoms... mostly headaches, neck and shoulder aches.

Yikes!

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It took nearly four hours to complete the meal.  Due to complications, almost double the heavy cream was used.  So I did get 2k calories.  I tested blood sugar to get some idea.  For 2k calories, a rise of 16 points of blood sugar?  That is very good.  I will take it. Still high, but meals like this and intermittent fasting... actually I might have to do an extended fast.  The right food and i.f. don't seem to work.

Ah, one thing that did work was the new electrolyte powder.  Very good.  The old stuff was jacking blood sugar by a hundred points.  I'll try this with my next fatted tea, alone, in an more exact timing.  Though the fatted tea was the last thing to be consumed.

So full!  I am going to have to crash.  It's as if I just left the Thanksgiving table.  It doesn't quite hurt, but just shy of it.  That is all the food I can eat today.  Crazy.  Later.

Dinner.

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No dinner for hours, as I had to sort out what to eat.  Almost out of eggs, and they are old.  Meats, but wary of them.  Filberts?  Fatted tea?  One thigh?  All, but in small portions, just one thigh.  I am eating one dose of hazle nuts, the other name for filberts.  I prefer the term hazel, but to be honest filbert fit their taste more correctly, as I see things.  On the good side they have higher fat than macadamian nuts and are far less expensive.

These will be about 250 calories, the thigh will have 135 calories, and the cup of cream will have 816 calories, or 1,201 calories.  Seems a lot, but a 3k meal plan is 1.5k ish calories below maintenance (if coming from the same people who brought and advise dietary diabetes).  And, 3k divided out is about a 1k per over three meals, or 1.5k at two meals.  Truth is, I'll be lucky to get another k in, if the goal really is 3k.

One trick is to begin using less and maybe varied sweeteners.  Right now, cutting is proving difficult.  Lack of focus, difficulty drinking without, thirst.  These things compound.  Sometimes there isn't a way out until something gets better, or worse.  Perhaps variety will help.  It is tricky.  Has to be done.  Blood sugar is staying too high.  The problem has to be the sweetener.  All else is mid to high keto.

I keep looking for foods and simpler preps that could work for me.  Foods that will help with diabetes, best means of consumption.  I don't really believe in superfoods, but there is better and worse.  Variety is needed, my old foods don't work so new foods are what is left.  Might as well focus on the best of those.  Later.

Changing my diet.

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Not truly changing the core notion.  The plan remains low carb high fat, keto.  The thing is, I can't handle nearly as much meat.  Chicken thighs and a pork roast were cooked last night.  Two thighs and a slim slice of roast left me stuffed beyond belief.  I tried a snack several hours later anyway.  I'll not do that again soon.  When my body says it is full, when eating right foods, it means it.

I have been looking for other food items.  From flax to chia seeds, to leafy greens, plus foods as supplements such as cod liver oil and nutritional yeast.  I keep falling down on various kefirs, but will keep at it.  I'd like to figure out other fermented foods, like sauerkraut, perhaps pickles, and others.  The trick is to get enough fat, protein, carbs, and calories for the machine to tick.  The main problem is simple volume.  Once I hit solid ketosis, not only does desire go away, but so does the simple ability to eat, or eat enough.  Simply digesting food becomes difficult, if that might be heart related?  Not enough blood flow?

Lowering the fat ratio to nearly one to one, I am hoping, will help.  Cutting volume, perhaps stretching more, smaller, meals, within a six hour window?  Cutting it to one real meal with minor adds like snacks and fatted drinks?  Ugh... I'll just have to experiment.  Don't even think of vegan or veggieism.  Those are worse.  Nuts are good, but like meat, they fill quickly.  Can only eat so much of that.

Brothers, fathers... Neo-Watchers.

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Odd how twists turn.  Once the virgins of heaven watched the lambs of the Divine.  Now the children of the Watchers are watched by the holiest of the fallen away.  Perhaps more those among them who become marked?

Back to her?

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Difficult to tell.  I think this time she is singular.  A strange couple of notions, exploded individually... through a host of videos.  She really does well, from my point of view.  From titles and singers who would catch my eyes, to themes woven through out, she leads me to see.  Agree?  Who is foolish or despotic enough to grant a women* in love her... designs.  And, yet, I can see... through our eyes... see what shes* suggest.

Impossible green eyes, one of my animals a wolf, and being told in a dream I need no wolf totem as my eyes are that.  Definitely caught my eyes.  Is it a pun if it isn't?  Too slow for my taste, definitely how womans*... do things.

A bit more.

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Nowhere near what was hoped.  Enough in sum for a claim to a beginning.  Medicine restarted.  It is bedtime.

Someone really hit the switch.  Old and new videos flooding in.  Something from dames, or someone or something able to emulate said.  Pulled something together before my other strange journey pulled me away.  I'll sort her out later.  It'll open space for dreaming... both will.  Good night and day.

Elsewhere.

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It has been a while since travelling in this way.  After setting up dishes, tending the ducks, and a few other things, I sat to... relax.  Usually click through favored pages, music and other videos.  Sometimes I go somewhere, see or otherwise perceive... something.  While I always see, it isn't always with my eyes.  Imagine that.

Slow but well.

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Most of the first parts.  A shave, starting dishes, then hitting laundry, then getting dinner going is next.  I've done more than might seem, between stumbling on extra work and not doing everything in order.  I am hoping to take a long hot bath as a final chore.

I am planning to use the instant pot.  First to sear the pork roast, then pressure cook it.  I will be adding dehydrated mushrooms, butter, and water.  Stock would be better, I just haven't gotten to it yet.  And, yes, beef and chicken broth do well with pork and other meats.  I suppose pork broth would do better.  Hmm... I might have hocks... trotters.  That would create stock right there, with some water.  As well, I plan on making meatloaf, from a mix of ground beef, lamb, and pork as the meat.

Down for Christmas.

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Not mood, just function.  I didn't oversleep, hurt, or such.  I did eat, not much if perceived as enough.  I simply couldn't do... anything.  I've definitely had worse.  I only call this bad because it isn't active.  Actually the last two to three days have been just so.  Not today!

Several small batches of dishes are washed and set to a rinse.  I'll have the last salad available, with an avocado.  Next, the dishes will be dried, a shave and shower, and a bathroom touchup.  Then more batches of dishes set to soak and laundry restart.  A couple hours down, then back to dishes and laundry.  At some point(s), trash and recycling will be collected and removed, and some work in the living or computer room.

Yeah, I think so.  We'll see.  I might grill thawed meats, and make a meatloaf.  Smartly spiced, fresh when cooked, meat lasts longer cooked.  Oh, with my new appetite, I will go with have sized batches of egg casserole.  I could boil the rest for snacks and salad fixings.  I need more eggs, they are a superior protein and fat, on and off keto.

Intermittent fasting has been shot.  Could not focus.  I've fallen off medicine again, but have also nearly ceased drinking so no buildup of fluid, mostly.  Ugh, but it's... from the outside, been a rough Christmas.

As I thought, we did have a very lightly white Christmas.  I was at peace, the real kind, in spite of all the negative happening.  Inside, even without being able to celebrate even the small portion planned, I was quite joyful just as was.  It reminded me of when Jesus visited the sisters.  One rushed to prepare food, make things right for the Guest, and was terribly put out with her sister, who simply spoke and spent time with Him, doing no work.

I'll let you find the rest of the story.  I won't say either was superior.  There is happily a place for each.  For me, this year, it was the passive.  And, despite the call of the busy sister, I wasn't lost to negative emotions or a sense of inadequacy.  No, not at all.  I felt divine blessings even in my deep lethargy.  God knows the difference between laziness and illness.

Merry late Christmas.

Merry Christmas Eve

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I hope you all are somewhere safe and warm.  If you can't be, I'll say a prayer for success and God speed to see you safely home or to God's realm.  It can definitely get cold out there quickly, even on the hottest days.  I hope the rest of you appreciate the sacrifices that must continue, divinely and mundanely, on a daily basis.  Amen.

Nothing fancy planned for a meal.  I can't eat anyway.  Perhaps a hot coco, with my improvisations.  Maybe buttery garlic mushrooms, I think I could do that.  If the candles and candelabra were delivered, I will set them up with the bible in an area set aside for reading.  An hour, set aside, two to three times a day, for reading, contemplation, and prayer.  The trick is my odd schedule and sometimes shortened or lengthened days.  I'll do my best.

Oh, to research the twelve days of Christmas, perhaps for specific citations, prayers, or such yet tonight.  The song, based on it, is actually a symbolic Catholic mini catechism, from when Catholicism was outlawed under pain of death in England... or so I have heard.  I would like to find out if that is actually true, and what the symbolisms all mean.  An historical research project, during it's occasion, possibly following it's nature?  All good.

Have a blessed eve and a holy day to follow.  Amen I say to you, and again, so be it.

Can't eat, can't drink, can't smoke, won't f...

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fiddle?  What will you do?  Goodie, goodie, two shoes?

Yeah.  Cannot eat, or much.  I did have a small meal, salad, a bit of salami, and string cheese.  A small fatted tea before that, and a half and half hot coco... from scratch.  But over four to five hours.  That was pushing it.  Absolutely stuffed.  The last blood sugar read had me down to 181.  The lowest since testing, but dropping very slowly.  Ugh.

Surprises.

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Cod liver oil?  My first tablespoon.  With the lemon pretty... I wouldn't eat this stuff for flavor, but the lemon covered enough that it was as consuming some bland oil, such as canola.  At that I am quite pleased I got the stuff with lemon.  If I see improvements I will buy more.  If I sense nothing I won't continue.  Rather pricey stuff.

The real surprise was the nutritional yeast.  I tried it before, a different brand, ordered in the summer.  The first batch had no flavor.  I wonder if the brand was different, if I suspect it was the heat of summer delivery.  This batch seems rather tasty.  I had it on a romaine salad, with a homemade balsamic vinaigrette and side of avocado.  The vinaigrette was very good, if I say so myself.  My last womantype said I could one-shot salad dressings.  I didn't see it back then, but... she might have been right.

I also tried a savory, my first, fatted tea.  Hot (not hot enough) tea, cream, ghee (didn't melt well), ground ginger, fresh ground black pepper, garlic, and Himalayan salt.  It wasn't bad.  A bit less ginger, getting the ghee to melt better, and more salt... I think it's a keeper.

I am eating less, and shortening my eating window to four to six, from eight, hours.  I have gained ten pounds, but that is right.  With all fluids depleted and kept low while back on medication, eating enough fat to trigger a switch to fat burning, and satiation so as to not end up grazing (eating whenever allowed, on into when not allowed), it takes a high portion of fats in sufficient volume.

My mind still thinks I need more, so makes larger portions.  My body stops halfway through what had been a standard to medium meal... almost yesterday.  Even so I am staying full.  I still will eat two small and a snack, for now.  Just much smaller.  My fatted teas are shrinking too.  Actually, I might start doing just one, and every other day or by need/want.  When well into keto?  If you want something you are more likely into need.  You simply don't have cravings.

Not a bad, if odd, culinary evening.  A few dishes started.  About to check laundry then have my last meal... a very small portion of egg casserole and buttered mushrooms.  I'll skip another fatted tea.  It really is doing better.  Blood sugars are into the low two hundreds, after yesterdays high two hundreds.  Ugh.

Oh, I found rosaries, if where I had looked before.  Wasn't looking for them, as I knew they weren't there.  I'd like to make copies of the forms before starting the prayers again.  Those are the weak points.  It is good to have them back.  I am getting excited to start them back up.  If things work out, maybe for Christmas.

Later.