Better, in a horrible way.

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I am feeling better, that is to say, in spite of feeling worse.  While my lower abdomen innards feel knotted and bound, with occasional light side wall muscle spasms, I generally have a better sense to life.  Serenity.  I don't write the story, not all of it.  I can emphasize aspects, when I can.  In this case, these are just the facts.

Blood sugar is high.  An experiment, this time.  Some frozen potato products can be used, some not so much, if volume and frequency play a part.  I was testing a brand that can work with a variation of products.  It was a total failure.  Technically the same carbs, macros really.  It's the processing that makes the difference.

With diabetes off because of sleep issues, I decided to experiment.  I may have another couple of potential sources of higher blood sugar.  I am eating right (other than the experiment, if that only after there was already a problem), if not able to eat as often as suggested... I just can't eat three meals a day.  I'll try something else... much smaller meals.  Even fatted teas will be reduced to a couple cups, and regular tea will be reduced.  Three meals a day is too much?  Who knew.

I have reduced the water pill to one a day, as a trial.  I will have to reduce liquid intake to make that work.  It has already been reduced to get it down to two pills... successfully so far.  If my heart is better, I may not need a water pill at all, in time.  I couldn't just drop it cold turkey though.  I have had to reduce intake, then medicine, in a tiered reduction.  As thw water pills have been reduced, potassium was also lowered as advised.  There are physiological and real psychological involvements.  I think it is working out.

Cats are fed, ducks soon.  I may need a nap first?  I was down at 4:00 or later, up by 10:00 or so.  Trouble sleeping, if the girls were begging for food this morning.  I fed them later, their second meal, before bedtime.  And they had dry... perhaps it wasn't food?  Twerps, but I don't mind.  Yeah, a nap.  Later.

I'm in such bad shape.

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Why?  I reviewed insulin... all medicine.  Actually I am taking it correctly.  I reviewed my diet.  Both from memory, yet I am confident in the memory by comparing memory to things which could be, were, verified.  Not an absolute guarantee but three different topics and times were able to be shown true, some actually over periods of time.  I have been doing well.  The thing that is off is sleep.

Some days I am being awake eighteen to twenty eight hours.  Sometimes I get a nap if usually not.  My actual sleep cycles can be in the five to six hour frames, if usually seven hours.  I, personally, would rather eight, even to twelve, hours of sleep, especially when my days run out of control the long way.  I simply don't have control.

Now, at least I probably know why diabetes is higher.  What else I am controlling is keeping blood sugar in the low 200s.  Until sleep and wakefulness can be limited, or my body acclimate, or a comprise of those two, I may just have to hold on.  Keeping medicines and food on track is all I can do, but I am doing it rather well, regardless of the givens.  It... spring is tough.  But this is the first spring I have maintained so well for so long.  Now to keep it up to and through summer.  If I am pretty sure deep summer will shatter me like a porcelain doll this year.  Just... a feeling.

Still, I have the list, and intent.  I won't quit even if I can't win today, tomorrow, or...  I will keep looking to the list and willing it.  Eventually, someday, they may put me in a room with a window to peer through, and I will just... look...  Until then I will take what victories I may.  I am not finished, not yet.

Later.

Mother's Day?

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I thought so.  Several sites suggested it.  One site said it was on the 14th, but that had to be wrong or the wrong year.  Always Sundays.  In any case, I planned to call my mother.  I kept thinking about it, get distracted, then lose track.  Finally called.  I was the last of the expected... hoped.  I have remembered for the last three to five years, and birthdays.  Improved health, as mild as that actually is, was the key.

Nothing else done today.  Well, a meal.  No work.  I may have to nap first.  Ugh.  I am pretty sure a nap will do.  Then to work.  Later.

A late day.

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Awake very late, waking late, moving slow.  Ducks and cats first thing.  I need to scoop the coop, but not quite today.  I have to do a bit of work in the house today.  I washed some of the dishes and set some of them back to soaking, some have been dried.  Laundry up, bedding changed and that and other laundry set to run, the rest of the dishes, then a shower and shave?  We will see.

Blood sugar is up this morning, in the low 200s.  Actually it is from not eating enough.  As well, too much sucradrops.  Without eating I am not using insulin.  Bleh.  I have to work on that.  If all else fails, I will simply have to take a few risks.  Frustrating.  But then I would rather blood sugar be a bit high than dropping too fast.  I will get there.

A bit of roast beef, then putting laundry up... actually bedding changed and all laundry back to the laundry room and started, then clean dry laundry all up.  Yeah.  It is spring, perhaps changing blankets and the bedspread... replacing those with lighter items while at it.  Yeah.  I'd really like to hit it, so as to get the coop cleaned and fresh hay in there tomorrow.

Later.

She should know...

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Thoughts, gathered for convenience.  Not the happiest, but right?

That is odd.

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Blood sugar does... can... go up until I eat.  But a fifty seven point jump, even watching sucradrop use closely, is unusual.  I am hoping 191 is an outlier.  Then again, mornings have really tended to spike lately.  Being over 150, though, allowed a 10 cc dose of insulin without worry.  I am still a bit surprised at that unfacilitated spike.

Fatted tea now, with eggs and sausage and half a raw potato shortly.  Then either a nap or work if I can.  I turned the furnace up, as it is truly cool still.  The ducks and cats have been fed, etc.  Oh, and someone delivered a bail of hay!  I owe someone.  I... am low on cash but there is the future and possibly some other method.  I know, I have pushed hard for it, but I am grateful.

As I have been sorting ideas, more things are coming together.  Nothing I don't understand.  Things some of you don't get.  You just don't get it.  If some of you, from both sides, choose not to grok.  Which actually causes me to doubt some so-called conservatives.  Liberals et. al. are too weak to think freely, I know that.  If one labels himself conservative, yet refuses to truly consider, they aren't as they suspect.  Merely another progressive type, leaning towards the dictates of others for who or what to hate.

I see Chatteau Heartiste has been taken down, probably for calling out Volvo for making a real family advertisement for their vehicles in Europe while creating a vile queer man fake family advertisement for the US.  Suggesting the ads are aimed at purchasers, so suggesting what American Volvo buyers are.  It was the other blog outlet which did it, if he was there because goolag was already worse.  Hop to it, Trump.  Tear down the digital walls against American thinkers and build a wall against invaders.

Later.

The experiment has a final result.

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I expected blood sugar would be high today.  The insulin brought blood sugar down yesterday, quickly, over a hundred points down.  But blood sugar always rises as I sleep, usually by a score, often by various multiples of twenties.  I expected multiples.  Not so much.  The final read last night was 114, 134 is the morning fasting read.  And it is the lowest fasting read in the three weeks and day since starting treating diabetes again.

The thing that has me wondering is how much insulin to take.  I will test again, in four hours, before eating.  But if it is 150 or less I am supposed to drop 2 cc's from the 10 cc's recommended dose.  I had been thinking of just lowering by days, or pairs of days... for example, if a reading was below 150 and remained below 150, to just reduce the dose to 8 cc's for the next two days (unless readings dropped below 100 or went back above 150).

I... don't think that is right.  Part of the reason I stopped taking insulin was to think on that, as well as curiosity.  As is, I have decided to reduce my dose, from 10 cc's, by 2 cc's, every time a premeal reading is below 150.  This next meal, if premeal reading is, say, 140, then I inject 8 cc's.  If the next premeal reading was 132, I would reduce the previous injection volume from 8 cc's by 2 cc's to 6 cc's.  And so on.  I won't risk taking too much.  I can obviously handle too little.  Too much not so much.  If it hits 100 or less I won't use any insulin.

After a bit of waking I will attempt to put up all remaining laundry, then hit the dishes.  After one wash, I will get a shower and shave if possible.  As soon as those are completed I will at least reset dises to whatever sort of soak any particular dishes need.  Some may require more washing, others may just need a rinse.

I won't plan anything else, if changing bedding and starting that laundry would be good.  I have brots and eggs planned for breaking my fast in about two to three hours, then a bit of beef roast and cabbage later.  I need to get tea, then fresh hot tea started.  Have a good morning.

Uhrm. Interesting?

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Who ever knows.  Two meals, plus a snack, along with two shots of insulin, and?  Blood sugar is 110.  Down from 220's and well over all day.  Very strange.

I reset dishes.  One more soapy soak and they should be ready.  They have been setting for weeks, so...  I believe a nap, or sleep cycle, then back to the bedroom.  I'll hit the dishes after two work times in the bedroom.  Hmm, I never did move the full boxes to the spare room.  That would be any easy fix before sleep.

I will figure out the world again.  I don't think higher blood sugar is all of what can weigh me down, but it is obvious to me it can play a significant role.  Especially seeing low to high to low so close together.  It is a natural end to my day, so while my mind opens with the low reading, my body needs sleep.  What a crazy ride... 110?

An experiment.

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With blood sugar dropping, and since several doses of insulin had been missed, I went ahead and skipped more.  Not the best time to try it, while also experimenting with potatoes.  Still, if testing, then test.  As it turns out, blood sugar jumped to about 225 and stayed there until potatoes, at which point it jumped to 280, as reheated baked potatoes.  Raw potatoes I can do. It actually cuts blood sugar.  Not so much rebaked potatoes.  I will do other experiments, but after lower blood sugar again.

I really had to see about insulin.  Still need it for now, if I have to be careful coming down.  Yeah, I was getting nervous about how quickly it was dropping.  Back to it.  I will simply have to be careful.  I have been working on dishes, but the rest has been lagging.  I will get back to it soon.

Oh, a second of my duck hens has gone broody, crafting a nest and getting defensive.  All good.  I'll let them, encourage them for now.  I may have found a source of a source for straw hay.  Possibly.  I sure hope so.  Then to figure out pens for the brooders.  Ducklings are targets of other hens and even the drake potentially.

I would like four more ducks, hopefully the couple I purchased them from want some as well.  They lost all their ducks.  Actually I had better check.  These don't make good meat birds and there are only so many eggs I can use.  It is good to see they can go broody though.

It looks like youtube killed my "previously viewed" section.  I still have history, for now.  Realizing what is coming, and that nothing in the offerings is of any interest, I won't be using them anymore.  It looks like the music industry is following the movie industry down the drains.  And CNN is a better news source.  A few indies of interest, if they can be found.  If they wish to further inconvenience potential buyers, they will simply be erased.  I don't need them.  They do need people.  India, China, and other advertising click farm origins don't buy products and even cucked US corps realize, eventually, that advertising dollars are being wasted.  The stupider, more anti-white, anti-American, anti-Christian, these cucked corps require their advertising, the higher the third world click farm involvement, which means the fewer purchases per view and dollar spent.  Is anybody out there?  Sure, if you realize none of them buy, or even could buy.

Later.

Some things.

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A load of dishes through, then an early visit.  I was expecting one tomorrow.  No worries.  A bit of a discussion.  All good.  Then a blood check.  Without food or even much to drink, my blood sugar went up to 170.  It... just does things.  I realize that early blood draws, mostly fasting, often rise.  More so, for whatever reason, when the very first fasting blood sugar drops below 150... or at least that is when it will rise above the first fasting blood sugar.  No worries.  It may remain higher or not.

Breakfast, the first meal of the day, was eggs and reheated potatoes.  After seeing that raw potatoes can lower blood sugar, I'd like to see about reheated potatoes.  I'm not sure if these were once cooked though, or just blanched or otherwise only partially cooked, so I am baking potatoes to experiment with twice and other multiple baked potatoes.  Life is an experiment, food is a portion of life.  While man might not live by bread alone, he certainly doesn't live without something.  Nor is he called to do so.

The eggs were fantastic.  The golden yolks, the firm whites, the flavor and texture of real natural food is unbeatable.  As for the tater tots?  Well, with garlic powder, salt, a dash of smoked paprika, and salt, it served to sop the orange golden perfect goo, and well.  I sure miss real eggs.  My question is, why are free range and else store-bought eggs so inferior and more expensive?  Back in black.

I set up more dishes and will be getting back to laundry in a short bit.  I have two more loads out back, plus a remaining load to put away in the bedroom.  I will give the clothes in the wash room fluff time as I get back to work in an hour or so.  I need a rest after the meal.

Hmm... I should thaw meats for tomorrow.  Brots, to go with mustard and sauerkraut, perhaps a pork roast to go with the rest of the jar of kraut, and a beef roast?  Perhaps burger too.  All cooked at once for convenience and to save on fuel.  I need more charcoal.  Maybe an egg casserole with the burger?

I tried a form of instant coffee.  Even with glowing reviews I wasn't expecting much.  Many reviews are jacked, bought, by people with poor or no taste, company employees anymore... or conversely competitors or haters of one sort or another.  Actually?  I was impressed.  I would say they have learned to make a solid instant coffee.  I might have another this eve, maybe with whipped cream topping.  I am getting foods and drink ready.  Now to find the best price.

While I stalled on doing much more, it was today or tomorrow for the visit, so all good. Further, I can still see space opening.  I should do well this afternoon, much more so if I can hit it tomorrow and Saturday.  It really is getting done.  There is something satisfying about it all, and just being able to work.  Yeah, very good.  Later.

Not bad, not at all.

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Part of the difficulty with work is that I can only work in small little packages.  Eating, I have woefully come to realize, is another form of work.  It uses scant energy, even if to produce fuel.  If an effort is made to reduce the demands of that process then I end up short of fuel.  While work can be done with insufficiency, I am already running a twenty to thirty percent caloric deficit.  Trying to swing more gets dirty and failure in much decreased runtimes and recovery rates ensures.

So, eating has to occur, in sufficient volumes to consider even it work, on top of 'real work'.  Yeah.  However, in spite of that, I worked rather well yesterday.  Three hours and change, not including meals.  I really cleared a few areas.  Even straightening a food cupboard.  I liked that.  However, I think I will make my side effort doing dishes, then go back to a cupboard every other day.  That way I can wash the cupboards as I go.

Anyway.  Today is back to the room, and of course dishes.  The rest of laundry, setting aside clothes for the ragbag, and sifting and tossing on the side.  Increments seem to be thirty minutes to an hour with an hour or two down.  Perhaps that ratio will improve in time, if only over stretches of time, probably long stretches.

I was quite surprised waking occurred so, relatively, early.  Bedtime was shortly after 7:00, waking at noon thirty or a bit earlier.  I didn't believe I would wake well or early, this early.  Not only awake incredibly early but in good spirits and form to hit it in a few hours.

Fasting blood sugar is a comparative dream at 145, a sixteen point drop from yesterday, and the first sub-150 fasting read.  There is something good about sub-200 fasting reads, for the ego.  But there is something biomechanically significant about sub-150 fasting readings.  My insulin reception, reaction to occasional carb spikes, and general feel all becomes different.  I am back in the healthy zone.  Now to get fasting to sub-100, then eat to keep it there.  Insulin shots?  Yes, but down to 6 cc's, 4 cc's if... I'll be proceeding with caution.  Blood sugars aren't slipping down, they are cratering.

A nice morning.  I am excited to get started in a couple hours.  Oh, if clothes get managed, and dishes started, then boxes can begin being broken down.  I have a bunch to bust all lined up.  Yeah, that will make a huge difference.  It definitely boosts the ego and drive to see swathes of area cleared.  So much easier to push on.  A trick is to hit big things, then clear a smaller flat surface, mix and match, to get the boost without requiring huge energy dumps for every ego bump or impetus boost.

My mother called.  I'll see if she is around.  Later.

A good start.

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Not as much as had been planned and a lot more.  There was far more between getting the planned operations and what ended up completed than thought.  Straight lines versus the curvature of the earth, only more.  I didn't even get all the laundry put up.  I did get two and part of a third basket up.  I got my underwear section organized while at it.  Had to remove undershirts and socks and figure a new or temporary place for those.  It had gotten all wrong.

As well, I had other things to order and organize, while sorting things out for trash or rags.  More, as I collect and sort, then use items, I will begin eyeing those items prejudicially with an emphasis on removal.  I will create a rag bag, but I need to limit even that.  Yeah.  I think my world may be breaking open to seriously solid new opportunities.

Far from perfect, but amazingly closer than when I started.  Sore, tired, but hoping to continue tomorrow and Saturday before several days down.  Blood sugar was 114 then 123 as a final read.  It is getting there.  Actually I think I forgot insulin save for my first meal?  Yes.  Crazy.  But work can lower the number.  Not always if more often by far than not.  The 7-day average is 166, the 14-day average is 175.

It looks like youtube has broken.  Oh well.  I wonder if just for some of us.  That would be my guess.  It may just be down for maintenance, but it doesn't look like it to me.

Good night.

A jalapeno and tuna salad.

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A jalapeno and tuna salad?  I don't stutter.  That and a can of spicy vienna sausages.  It wasn't great, and I meant to grab plain vienna sausages.  Probably much better blistered over a fire.  Not exactly a super meal but keto friendly, enough, and just barely good enough.

Further, I reorganized one of my cabinets so as to remove foods I don't like or don't eat, filling those shelves with the packable trail foods and snacks.  They aren't great tasting, but when hungry, will do as snacks or meal additives.  Trail meals are rather lacking, especially for biggens.  Doubling is too much food, too expensive, and weight prohibitive... these things just add a few more needed bites.

Food, at home or on the trail, for me, is no longer primarily about taste.  Once in a while, sure.  But food is now about energy, nutrition, function.  Even on keto, I have to limit pleasure.  Keto helps, but I have to do my part.  That means eating whatever it takes to win.  That will often require boring food, and often more than I want (of the boring food).  And weight loss has become a part of the lead targets.  Diabetes and weight loss, now, are equal aims.  Which means weighing twice a week, say Monday and Friday?

I have now had three work periods of about two hours.  I am hoping for enough more time at work to get clean clothes folded or hung and put away.  We will see.  All of it has been sorted, some of it folded, but there is a lot of it.  If I can get it done, I will shower and change the bedding again.  Yeah.  Getting things done.

I definitely have boxes to break down.  As well, a lot of packing material to pop, compress, and bag.  I am surprised at what has happened.  Work is moving right along.  Of course there is so very much to do... as with climbing, if you fear heights, looking down is ill advised.  In my situation, looking around is what is dangerous.  Work everywhere... fear inducing volumes of work.

A bit of gaming as aspirin hopefully begins to relieve knots.  Then more work and a shower.  A fresh bed and shower would make tomorrow an easier work day.  Later.

It isn't working.

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I can't find my smaller pack.  The place is rather rough though.  So I am just going to dig in by digging out.  I started in my room.  Thankfully I have plenty of boxes.  Nothing is well organized as is.  Everything will have to be roughly sorted.  After enough is tossed, then much will need to be reorganized.

Some boxes will be broken down in the process.  Too big, too small, odd shaped, those must go.  I have no idea about priority, though perhaps that will make sense in time.  As is, I am packing as possible while setting unusable boxes off to the side until there are enough... or too many in the way, then tearing them down.

It will take a while.  I think, if I can hit three to five hours every other day, a week could see a much better situation, and probably a lost pack.  Two weeks would make the place nearly righteous.  I do have my big pack, which can be taken down to a tiny day pack, doubled, or with the main pack alone as a major pack, or completely collected into a massive pack which can easily carry 150 to 200 pounds of gear, if one was capable and so inclined.  I'll begin breaking that down and reorganizing it... or just organizing gear outside of the pack for better loading as I get closer to going?  Yeah.

I wanted to do this anyway.  While I didn't order the dumpster, and won't for two months, not until mid-July, I can gladly have boxes ready to load, getting one delivery immediately, and another and hopefully the last out by very early August.  A few chairs and a lot of... other stuff.  Maybe an old bed if possible.  Ugh.

If I can't get out, it is time to get hella busy.  A few more work periods in the room tonight, then on through to Saturday.  I will probably crash Sunday, maybe Monday too.  If my health is actually improving, I should be able to dig in for several days next week, and per run.  We will see.

I've got to figure something out for dinner.  Country eggs are back on the menu.  So much better.  Sure, duck eggs, but I am trying to let the ladies figure out brooding, and I desperately need hay.  So, until that is sorted, I am stuck not using those.  So I was pleased to see the arrival of real eggs.  The others, store bought but free range, have improved, but they just aren't farm fresh.
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Ha!  I was writing, then something caught my attention, then I got lost in work.  Almost an hour.  Five boxes filled, a bunch of empty boxes sorted, most to be broken down.  I hurt my back with all the bending and lifting.  A break, then I will get those boxes moved out to the spare room.  A few baskets of clean clothes to sort, which would both resupply clothes... I had thought I was somehow out... open a lot of space... and really get me set for more work.

As I work through, I should get to a point where the extra standing closet and wire shelving can be installed.  Gotta happen.  Though, once things are opened, I may not need that much extra space.  If not, I may put those in other rooms where the space would be needed.  As an example, put it all upstairs for organizing camping gear.

Blood sugar is 136.  The reading earlier was 237, but as low as fasting and now, I have doubts.  This meter, or the strips, seem to go wonky every fifth to tenth read.  It is better than it used to be, but just off.

I do need to eat.  Not sure what.  Chia and flax is fast and easy, but doesn't sound good.  A tuna salad?  Bleh, but maybe.  After laundry is up, a shower.  I shaved yesterday, so that is still excellent.  Yeah.  We will get there.  Ugh though.  Just... ugh.  Later.

Strange and good collide?

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To bed by midnight thirty, up, mostly, at 6:30.  I didn't actually get out of bed officially until 7:15 or a bit before.  I went to the bathroom, then tried to go back to sleep.  It just wouldn't happen.  Then the girls decided to knock.  I shut them out last night.  If they can't get me to grant them entrance then they try to get me to wake.  I can't believe I was able to wake so early.

Blood sugar is very good, 161 fasting.  A seventeen point drop from yesterday morning.  I wasn't sure after what I ate yesterday.  I had a lettuce wrap burger, which is keto, but also fries.  No soda.  Still, I suspected that would severely set me back.  I tried a can of hot and spicy vienna sausages for supper (canned mini hotdogs in slightly spiced weak tomato sauce, really).  It is under consideration as trail snack or meal supplemental food... high fat, medium protein, few carbs.  Not fantastic but it will do.

A bit on the groggy side.  To be expected.  I hope to get my gear together today.  I only want rain gear and hiking clothes, a simple grouping of cooking kit and foods, and a few minor other pieces of gear plus three days rations to get an idea about weight and stowage.  While I have hiking boots, I may change to trail runners for longer treks.  For now though, just hikers.

I am hoping to get to my list as well, house cleaning.  We'll see.  Oh, I missed medicine last night.  Not worried, less than once every other month.  Later.

The problem.

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At least one solution.  When hiking for longer periods, while trying to do keto, fat is a problem.  One fat, certainly, that holds up to outdoor conditions... to some degree or another... is ghee.  It is expensive to buy, but reasonably priced to make.  And, actually, making it yourself is the only way to be sure what is actually in it.  I have ordered a mid and higher priced container of it to find it had other oils in them (other oils are cheaper, weren't listed on the labels but you can tell by stratospheric pooling).

I would guess superior lard and tallow would work for shorter runs.  As well, coconut oil would work.  Variety is necessary.  Package and send certain staples, or have someone send them, to keep some stock, or all.  I would guess trying to buy food out there would be ridiculously expensive.  It's bad enough on Amazon.

Now, that is fats.  For general foods, for keto, I think I will need to dehydrate my own foods.  Jerky is okay, but has too much salt for all meals.  Dehydrated steamed ground meats, with as absolutely much fat removed, some canned meats, mre's (rarely), and freeze dried meals (rarely), should work.  To get enough food prepped, boxed, and ready to send?

Yes, I am considering a few weeks to a month or two out.  Perhaps as a gift for escaping diabetes.  If I can beat it.  I have everything I would need.  Humping the hills?  I suppose hunger, facing starvation, would be a factor.  I would definitely want to see myself prove capacity.  Only in Utah though.  Perhaps Idaho?  It would depend on a few things.  Yeah, just thinking as I plan to get going on my first hike soon.  I will get my small pack ready tomorrow.

Oh, pedicure today.  It's always a good thing.  I may need that less.  I'm thinking on it.  It is quite relaxing.  But my skin has healed and lotion is truly keeping my body in good straights.  I'll see how tough summer is on them, and hiking as well as swimming.  Those will happen.  Later... or good night.

The first hard morning in a while.

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Ever gone for an extended swim, run, or such when you are out of shape?  Or stretched your routine just enough to dig in?  That whinge in your side that goes deep, when you do it right?  Not the little one which passes almost as soon as you stop, or fully catch your breath, but the one that is going to stay with you a week... you just know from experience?  Right.  Well, that is everything from the ribs down.

Oh, I have definitely had worse.  This almost feels like that gassy bloat, on the medium to high level, but in every organ.  I almost suspect the coconut flour.  Maybe.  My only drawbacks to that suspicion are that the bloat seems to be everywhere (which can be countered by one area actually expanding enough to push into other areas), and that it took so long after the meal to manifest (possibly countered by my not doing anything to place demands on digestion, so it wasn't activated very quickly).

I don't know yet.  After Drano, even so long ago, my body... doesn't react completely normally.  No complaints, just an understanding.  I think, if it isn't sure about something, it quarantines it.  Really really.  I think that is what it is doing.  I sort of know, from experience.  Due to my and other abuses, my body is not my own, and will act in, on, it's own behalf.  I have learned, if I wish to participate, to... acquiesce.  Yes, my body used to be able to shut me out.  What it did on it's own?  I will probably never know, if I think, like any dying animal, it just sought a dark, warm, safe place to hide and curl up.  We have been dying fast most of the last thirty years, after all.

Blood sugar right out of the gate is 178, down five from yesterday morning, which was down seventeen from the previous day, which itself was down five from the day before.  A very solid, steady, decline, with only one reversal since restarting the process, if of only three points.  I'll gladly take it.  I will still have to take 10 cc's unless it drops a lot before breakfast.

Oh, I read or saw somewhere that chia seeds were like soy, anti-androgenic... or worse.  I can't recall the source because I shut it down in fear and loathing.  Believe what you may.  And while I may play a good, or bad, game on the edges, truth is, there is no actual there, there.  So... I was far more disturbed by the notion than you are by my toying.

Eventually I got over my horror and went looking.  I didn't want to quit a good, easy, food... not from one source.  So I went digging.  I checked specific peeps I generally follow, others I suspect are on to something... nothing.  Not involving chia.  So I reverse engineered my searches for phytoestrogens... plant based estrogen... and anti-androgenic foods to avoid (often just as bad for women as men, unless they are post-menopausal, if even that is still debatable).  Nothing, nowhere.  Chia and flax will continue.

They sure pick them.

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A dream last night.  I found an ancient, by US standards, Catholic church.  Irish as hell.  They accepted me easily, strangely.  Some sort of construction project was underway.  They were drilling from the fourth or fifth story to what seemed the eighth or tenth subfloor basement or catacombs.  Something about getting water from a holy spring up to a new font, wanting no bends... a straight shot.

I ended up travelling with some men, younger bachelors.  I learned of their ways.  Catholicism is... not... one notion.  It is all of the various faiths prescribed by the Magisterium, bible, doctors of the church, under guidance of the apostolic ascension.  And, really, each diocese, even individual church, monastery, or other institution, can have variance... great variance.  This church was certainly... different.  Much looser in many ways.  Then again nearly everybody was at least fourth cousins and to everybody.  A bit of laxity was from familiarity.

While I, mostly, accidentally led the lads astray, it wasn't too far off.  Nothing confession was needed to address.  However I was able to find a confessor and do this rite.  For care's sake, I did include my... near sin earlier.  The father just shook his head, said they would likely have had a sip anyway.  They look for a way out of confession.  He knew who despite my only having discussed my part, carefully excluding their or time details.  It was a good dream.
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What for supper?

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Fatted tea and chicken, reheated in the oven?  Fine.  Oh, and a small raw potato.  Blood sugar was down to 123 for lunch.  Lunch was the chocolate mug cake with whipped cream.  I forgot to add extra (liquid) sweetener, which was fine by me.  I never really liked dark chocolate, but on keto it really is, hmm, better.  It seems good enough.  If compared to milk chocolate, outside of memory, I would probably like dark much better now.  Sugar is too much, anymore, cloying in some foods.

I cut insulin by 2 cc's, from 10 to 8.  If I have a similar supper reading I will again cut by 2 cc's.  I don't want to lower insulin too fast.  Tomorrow, unless the reads are really a lot lower, I will keep it at the 8 cc mark.  I'll lower every other day unless the reading(s) drops are too severe.  I don't want to cause a backslide, and want to see what each reduction does first.

I keep forgetting to set the meal timer after I finish eating.  Oh well, as roughly as I am doing it is working.  Other than missing a night not too long ago, I haven't missed medicine in... months... three? four?  It's been a while.  I just wish the stat improvements would show up in the ability to function.  I'll keep work on my mind.  Will hit it when I can.

Later.

Time to dig in.

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I am feeling better.  Blood sugar dropped some, to 170 before my first real meal.  Salad is okay, but this particular pork roast was dry.  I diced a few slices, and it tasted very good with the mixed green salad and olive oil and vinegar dressing... homemade.  I am pushing food to later in the day, in an attempt to make intermittent fasting an afternoon thing.  That works better, especially if I can swim while fasting, in the morning.

My next meal will be as easy as can be.  Soon I would like to try another sort of meal.  I need to double the recipes, but no problem as long as I like the foods.  I don't always want 'fast foods', but sometimes it really helps.  Oh, I will make whipped cream for the dessert dish.