By accident or by direct manipulation of the YouTube algorithm, I stumbled upon an artist by the name of Titus Meeuws. I knew and still do not know anything of him other than he is an Impressionist painter somewhere in Europe maybe, and he has some kind of power to capture sunlight with paint in a way I have never before seen!
There is absolutely nothing about this painting that I do not love, but the sunlight in the corner is just mesmerizing to my soul.
If you peruse his Instagram, there is even more proof of his mastery of light and shadow.
I am neither an art expert, nor art critic, nor art historian, nor anything art related. I just know when some piece of it, the art, hits my soul.
I think seeing this last week struck a nerve in me that my own paltry designs need to be reconsidered. I need to get to know ME a bit more. I'd like to think that what I've done so far is just more of a discovery phase than anything else.
What I now know is that the pastel world is not a world I am comfortable in. I've tried floral designs, muted pastel heart designs, and even baby designs, and I am just not feeling it. At. All.
I can't even bear the natural tones ... We are trying to decide on a neutral color to paint throughout the interior, and all of them make me cringe. Neutral colors signify the sound and fury of absolutely nothing in my brain. I need color to function. Vivid colors to be precise. Not so much that I get a color headache like the one time we watched Once Upon a Time in Mexico ...
But COLOR. I don't need to live in a catalog and have everything tastefully coordinated throughout the entire living space. I just don't. Life calls for more interest when you walk from room to room.
Let's take a brief interlude to announce that we are fully and completely ready for Halloween festivities:
That's not white string. That is one very long, very sturdy strand of web...
Which brings me to ... WHAT in the HOLY HELL was I THINKING?
I've put a lot of thought into my preferences, especially color wise, as of late. Reviewing some designs I did earlier this year, and I have come to the conclusion that I am not a person of muted style or taste when it comes to patterns.
I really do not know what I was thinking, honestly. I guess I just had to get it out of my system.
This shit has GOT TO GO:
I just can't ... I can't do this any more. It's so beyond NOT me. I wouldn't wear it. I wouldn't put it on my walls (any of it), I wouldn't want it on my mousepads, or my anything. In defense of the purple, I was seeing wrapping paper only, but upon further introspection, it's HIDYOUS!!! Ew. I lost my damned mind for a minute.
I am not one to pay much attention to trends, but a few of these are highly reminiscent of 1980's home decor and I am SO mad at that.
Before you think I'm beating myself up, I am not. This is how I truly feel about these designs, and I don't think it would matter WHO made them.
THIS is how we learn about ourselves. THIS is how we learn to trust our gut reactions. None of these felt overwhelmingly awe-inspiring when I put them together. I guess I was just so tickled that I learned how to make digital seamless patterns that I just could not be stopped.
As if to remind me of my color addiction, and things not so neat, orderly, or precise, my beloved took the time to think of me, and got me this:
Is he my favorite artist ever? No. I don't know that I have one go-to favorite. I just know what things hit me in the feels, take my breath away, and make me want to see more. He is one such person who created many such things that have done just that. He is a reminder to embrace the colors, and not run away from them.
I'm also veering away from ignoring my urge to draw. I don't want to use other people's stuff and throw it all together. If I make something I want it to have come from my mind and my hands.
I don't know what I will do. I know what I've been drawn to (pun fully intended) in the past - ink, black ink, heavy colored pencil, acrylics v. watercolor, etc. Do I know where I will venture off to next? No. That's part of the joy. Learning.
I am already learning something new just by watching Mr. Meeuws.
I mean, just LOOK at the lighting. LOOK at it!
That's all I have for now. Just me and my braincell wandering off in search of what brings me that kind of light!
My tolerance for bullshit and learning new things has apparently decreased. I was going to link to the aforeseen hoodie up here, but now, when I try to visit my Spring store, it says the connection is not safe. What the holy fuck? So, yeah, my urge to do this either on Zazzle or elsewhere is waning.
The fact that the Zazzle folks can't seem to use one or two reliable printers for their POD apparel peeves me greatly because the shirt quality itself is great.
I made this:
And what I received was this (minus the lil fuzzies and hair - which just naturally occur here):
I made this:
And got three different versions of this:
And NONE of them utilizing the shade of red found in the original design. I did everything I was supposed to do, design wise, as far as file type, image size, resolution, flattening, etc. I know they had the capability to at least get CLOSE, since one of them was acceptable, but no. Just no.
I just cannot.
Black and white and words, fine. Intricate, textured, or colorful designs, nope. I ain't doin' it ... (like she said ...)
Meanwhile, last night in the back yard ...
Clearly, I do not have a camera capable of taking night pictures of any worth, but this was the second night of dueling speeders ... that long white-ish line in the top middle is web ... THAT is the strength and size of web we're dealing with in not one, but apx 15 locations around the back yard. The lack of feathered friends caused by the arrival of rodentia has really increased the speeder population. We also had a not-ton of dirt delivered earlier in the summer to cover up foundation (don't ask, I can't explain the real reason) ... and I'm thinking that import brought along with it a whole new population of yet-to-be-hatched speeders.
Back to letting go - when you let go, or at least take a break, it makes it EXPONENTIALLY easier to let go of things that no longer serve you. I broke open the art puter last night, and realized that some of the designs I'd made over the past couple months really and truly SUCKED and were NOT me. Not at all. I won't say I wasted time working on them because it revealed that I am not doing the arts to fit in, or follow trends, or hit the big time. I am making things that I LIKE and that maybe others will be able to use. Some are gross. Some are gorgeous. To each their own. So, I spent some time eliminating the extraneous designs that I just did not have the heart to continue working on. Off they went.
Google took one of my morning-walk photos and did this to it:
I wish the sky had been that blue. I wish we had blue skies today. Instead it's more mid- to late October gray, windy, and COLD. We've bypassed Autumnal coolness right into DAMN IT, Winter is Coming! Next week, supposedly, it'll be in the 90s again. Gotta love Ohellio.
We're in a bit of a show hole at the moment. We finished Frasier and nothing has been the same. Once a week, we watch Reservation Dogs. We've tried a few shows that just downright sucked, so we shut them off before we even finished the first episodes. We watched something called Platonic, I think, with Seth Rogen and Rose Byrne. Not a word I use often, but "Meh ..." TV just kind of SUCKS.
Really. I just have very little tolerance for any of it anymore.
Really don't have a whole lot more to report. Very uneventful kind of week. I do have something new to show you, but I haven't taken pictures yet, so you'll just have to wait. :P
Took off out the estate at approximately 7:35am for a leisurely stroll down our road because, frankly, I was not feeling the cemetery vibes today, plus I was not feeling the drive TO the cemetery vibes.
Lovely morning. A slight autumnal chill coolness in the air. A magical metric fuqueton of sun ...
According to Google Earth, the total round trip was apx 1.8 miles. Not too shabby. I'd say it took around 35-40 minutes. Might've been a bit quicker, if I did not stop to meet this being, both to and fro:
He walked (he, meaning I have no clue what gender IT was - but I am not saying THEY. Sorry. It's a horse. They don't have gender identification issues like humans do) right up to the nearly invisible fence to check out the passerby (me) and then we went our separate ways ...
I really have to move on the regular, lest I always remain out of shape, all huffy, puffy, and fluffy.
I can honestly say I don't recall ever looking at this silo so closely before. Looks like good tile for a kitchen backsplash! I'll never understand the need for menfolk of the past to design everything grain-storage in phallic shapes, but whatever ...
A view to the east ... From our kitchen window, I always thought that this is where the ditch was located, because we would watch the deer traversing across the field into that wooded area there on the right ... and they would go down, disappear, and come back up, but it LOOKED like they were right there aligned with the back of the trees. Turns out, there's a whole other field (where the corn is) between there and the ditch. Eyes play tricks.
Nothing entirely riveting to report, except the appearance of a person on a bike that I swear to you was NOT there when I started walking north on State Line Rd. I was about midway between our road and the ditch when I turned around to see if any cars were sneaking up behind me, and instead I see this person on a bike ... WTF. I do not wish to be seen by other humans when I decide to leave the house and walk around the neighborhood. What was odd was that they were riding in my direction, but as soon as I saw them, they turned and went back from whence abyss they came.
Whatever.
Just glad they didn't continue in my direction, because it would have been awkward.
On the way back, I stopped again to visit with the horse friend:
Very curious, but when I touched his snoot, he tried snipping. All good. I have fairly quick reflexes. Next time, I'll bring the appropriate carrotesque treats so he has something other than me to chew on.
Off in the distant right, there's a brown cow leisurely reclining by the pond basking in the morning sun.
In other news, we started volunteering at the county dog shelter yesterday. This is going to be challenging, the NOT bringing home of every lovely resident ever. We have firmly decided, however, to let Nettie have a peaceful rest of her life as an only child. Still, it will be nice to get out of the house and go do something totally not self related. Two of the five residents were adopted yesterday, whilst we were there, but then another was brought in last night. Fortunately, under this dog warden, it is a mostly no-kill shelter if he can do anything to help it!
Saturday, we traversed up to Lake James, and have a lovely lunch at a place called Timbuktoo's or something. I did not take pictures because not everything needs to be memorialized in digital pictures. It was just nice to drive around, see how the other 1% lives on the lake, and do something different.
The restaurant had these lovely little spinach-ball appetizers with an equally pleasing dill dip. Whilst these were not good for my health, or energy levels, they were worth it. I am determined to recreate them in a keto/low-carb format. When that happens, I will provide pictorial proof.
In other OTHER news, my sleep was FUCKKKKKKKKKKED up this weekend. I did not sleep for shite on Friday night. Thusly, after Carb Fest Saturday, I decided it'd be a good idea to take a nap at 6:30pm. I woke up from said nap at 1:30am. Then, I proceeded to stay up until retiring last evening at 10:30pm. That'll be quite enough of that particular brand of bullshit! I am not built for staying awake for long periods any more.
I think that's it for now. Nothing exciting going on today, other than work stuff. Hope you all have a good week!
OH, wait ... I forgot - after three failed attempts with Zazzle to get high quality color designs on T-shirts, I've pared down the offerings that feature white text on black. Granted one of those fails was a sticker, so I probably will not muck around with those, either, but for now, it's gonna be colorfully designed coffee cups or black tees with white designs.
So, I’m sitting here with a lot of alone time because I was
so tired that I was going to “take a nap” at 6pm, and ended up sleeping til
about 1:30am. Here we are. Well, that was about six hours ago. In the meantime,
I just did a lot of thinking, a lot of nothing, some drawing, some coffee consumption,
and random other shite. It was all over the place.
There’s a lot going on right now, but life doesn’t stop just
because you catch a curveball here and there. All the normal daily functions
still have to take place – eat, pray, love, poop, etc.
Basically, I came up with this overarching question – What can
I do every day to get where I want to be?
MAYBE, now that I think about it, the real question is –
WHERE do I want to be?
Furthermore, where do I want to be in the following
categories:
Health
Appearance
Marriage
Career
Money
You may ask yourself why I don’t mention the kids. Because
they are fully grown adults with their own lives completely separate from our
existence, in assorted locations around the country, so the whole family thing
is a bit more distant than some of you may live in your own lives.
Back to the regularly scheduled word-vomit session ...
Where do I want to be in health? Healthy, of course. I get
random aches, pains, kidney stones, etc., but for the most part, other than
physically being in the “Crone” stage of womanhood, I’m good. I’m tired. I’m a
bit worn down, but otherwise, I’m good. There are some things that I need to
commit to doing on a regular basis that would improve my daily demeanor, but I’ll
get to that later or some other time.
Where do I want to be in appearance? Not looking as I
currently do. A lot of that, I can definitely control. I have, as The Theys
say, “Let myself go.” Makeup and hair – pfttttt. Sorry, my Beloved. I’m
struggling. I have very thinning hair. I wash a handful down the drain every
time I shower. I have half-brows, which give me the constant appearance of
being startled, unless I stamp some on my face. I haven’t gotten a hair cut or
color in nearly a year. Before that, it was COVID year, I believe. I’ve
definitely opted for comfort over style in the last decade, since working for
myself, or working remotely, long before it was a thing.
Do I feel good about my exterior appearance? Not at all. Can
I do something about it. I can. Do I know what that will be? Absolutely not.
Where (who) do I want to be in my marriage? Better than I
have been. There are no details I will ever share publicly. As with every
married couple, we’ve had the ups, and the downs, and the all-arounds. I don’t
compare us to any other couple because we all have different relationships. I
just want to be a better contributing partner than I have been.
Where do I want to be in my career? Invaluable, and earning
a salary commensurate to that value. I know that I need to keep learning more
about the automation and AI aspects, but I am not sitting here trembling with
fear that I will be replaced by machines. Those AI bots are far to tactful and
friendly to replace my brand of honesty and straightforwardness. We still need
human thought, experiences, and emotions, period.
Where do I want to be financially? Comfortable and able to
live in a comfortable home with comfortable furnishings in a comfortable
location. Theme – comfort. Do I want more than I have now? Yes. Am I comfortable
now? Also yes. Current situation excluded, we have busted ass to get to where
we are. We have succeeded, and will continue to grow, change, evolve, and do even
more.
That all said, I made a list of things I can do every day to
get to where I want to be, at least with regards to the health and appearance
categories:
Choose me.
Choose the right foods
Don’t obsess over weights and measures
Don’t give up
Don’t let the external world control my thoughts
If I slip, get back up and keep going
Move
Stop making excuses
Stop giving in to every whim or temptation
Stop planning and start doing
Stop waiting
Let’s examine the list – a fuckton of Don’ts and Stops
tempered with choices and movement.
I do choose me. I choose to take care of me. I choose to
make me happy.
Choosing the right foods, easy – knowledge-wise; challenging
– brain wise (see “If You Slip ...”)
I’m not doing a YouTube channel or blog about my weights and
measures. I probably will take measurements at some point, but that’s not what
this is about. I weigh in every morning. That’s it. Not even recording it
anywhere. Obsession is futile and damaging.
Giving up is the real challenge. The commitment to choosing
me is the challenge. Falling into the “Why Bother” hole is the challenge.
That external world has had a hold on my brain for far too
long. I truly do know that I cannot control the choices or actions of anyone but
myself. For the most part, I have distanced myself from those who saw me as
less than, and just moved forward. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t boil to the surface
when they make their random appearances, but I’ve improved greatly in how I
cope over the years. Now that I recognize that I let the outside world dictate
my choices with regards to the shit foods, it’s easier to call myself out on
it. Not perfect yet, but getting there. I choose me. I’m done allowing the
external to dictate the internal.
Slippage. I do a lot of that. Now I have to work on the “Get
back in there!” part.
Movement. This ... This is the thing I vacillate on the
most. I know how good I feel when I do it. It’s just the DOING it ... I went to
the cemetery two days in a row and felt better after each time. Then, on
Wednesday, it stormed. Do you think I’ve been back? I also have performance
anxiety, and don’t care to do my workouts in front of a television with anyone
else home, or at the gym. Believe you me, I looked at a gym membership again,
too, but I know me too well. Having to drive 15 minutes there and back is not
conducive to maintaining motivation to MOVE. I’m just going to have to FORCE it
upon myself whether I like it or not. Just no other way.
This all falls in line with no longer making excuses. I don’t
have to wait on any particular thing to happen before I can do something for
myself. The excuses are detrimental, and all bullshit. There is no reason I can’t
get up and move in the mornings, or go for a walk in the afternoons, or whenever.
I don’t have a set morning work schedule. My bosses are three hours ahead of
me, out in Arizona, as are another three coworkers, two in AZ, one in California.
Others are at assorted locations around the globe, and usually all the activity
doesn’t happen until closer to noon. There’s just nothing holding me back but
me. Period.
The whims and temptations – strongly tied to letting the
external world dictate my behaviors and moods. I can choose to do other things
that put food in the chewhole. I can choose NOT to buy shit foods. I. ME. I
didn’t choose me yesterday, when I bought a Fast Break bar and a Diet Dr.
Pepper. I didn’t choose me when I ate said candy bar at 3:00am whilst thinking
about all this. Next choice will be a better one. And the next, and the next,
until it snowballs, and I can get over the bullshit.
Planning is the death of action. At least for me. Yes, there
ARE some things that must be planned, but taking care of ME does not require
planning. It requires doing. Enough with the bullshit. Enough with the saying I
will and mapping it out. I just have to DO it.
As for waiting – I don’t know what the fuck I’ve been
waiting on. It’s just a passive-aggressive form of procrastination. Not waiting
until tomorrow to start. Not waiting on anyone else before I get up and do
something any day of the week. Just DO IT, as those Nike people said.
Of course, YouTube kept me company in the wee hours of this
morning. I am prone to click on random videos from people I’ve never seen
before and most I hope to never see again. This girl had a video about how she
was tired of being fat. I can relate to THAT. I could NOT relate to the
20-something-minute tirade she went on about all manner of bullshit and pretty
much talked herself out of being tired of being fat, rather than just shutting
up and doing something about it. See, this is why I will NOT have a YouTube
channel, and especially not one focused on the imperfections of my being. I’d
just be stuck there. No.
If I’m tired of being my current version, then what I have
to do is shut up and do something about it. I could give two flying fuquetarts
what anyone else thinks about it.
Some days you're the tree. Some day's you're the fence.
Meanwhile, not sure who's been browsing around in the work YouTube account, but this popped up in the feed:
Which made me giggle a bit when I saw this on my walk through the cemetery ...
Just sitting out there, very will hidden from the highway, and probably the side roads.
This all makes the very massive assumption that you've ever viewed Breaking Bad. If not, just move along ...
So, that all out of the way, it's Tuesday. I went for a 20-minute walk yesterday at the cemetery. Today, I made a 24-minute stint, same location. Going to have to change it up. Haven't decided whether I want to walk on our road or not, since mornings are usually a bit busier, what with people traversing to and from works.
There's another cemetery in Hicksville that's fairly sizeable, if I recollect correctly. May meander over there at some point.
Writing this on Wednesday now ...
Blood sugar is coming down, day by day ... I was at 126 yesterday.
Not sure if I will walk today. Maybe in a bit. We shall see.
It was a bit unnerving yesterday, mostly because I was overthinking the creepiness factor of the place. The cemetery is directly adjacent to a house that canNOT be seen from the road. A house, and an old camper ... (not the one in the picture above) that sits mostly in front of a small stretch of wooded area divided by a fence (seen above). It's an odd situation. It's a very old cemetery in the back with the newer residents all situated in the more frontal areas ...
Here ... Let me draw you a map:
Where you see the ghostie is where I park. There's a little maintenance house/shed there that's always less than inviting.
In purple, you see my walking path ...
In yellow, paths I did not know about, or are not currently visible when walking by there, but must be further explored.
Heisenberg's meth lab is off frame, back in that general green-arrow direction
Upon further inspection of the Layers in Google, I learned there is a house back there that is also not visible to the naked eyeball, but looks much less suspect than the adjacent house.
The southerly stretch is fairly docile and pleasant ... however, at the back corner there by evil-grin face, especially with a field full of corn, you start hearing assorted noises. Never know what's going to come running out the field, be it Children, large or small beasts. Fun game.
Up by skull and creepy killer guy is where it starts to get suspect. Actually starting where the woods start, but it's usually creepiest midway through. That's where this is:
Why you need a fence and a gate when you can walk right through.
Also, what happened that the rest of the fence went missing? O.o
Needless to say, it's not a place I will walk at sundown, or before the sun rises. Nope. It's never the cemetery that gets you. It's the surrounds.
All in all, feeling much better, mental-wise. A decided lack of sugar and junk carbs clears up a lot of the fog and down-ness. I'm sure the brief stints of movement helped, as well.
Been accomplishing a lot at the workplace (my desk). Also decided to invest in a new L-shaped desk that will allow for more flow betwixt stations. I currently have one desktop PC, two laptops, and two widescreen monitors, but I have to flip between two chairs, turn everything on at the other station, or switch computers at the main desk, and it just cuts down on my urge to get shit done. Being able to roll along from one station to the next seamlessly will be excellent! Also got a new rug to tie the entire ensembluh together.
First step of interior renovation has begun - my Beloved painted the bathroom a first terrifying and then "We can live with that" shade called Maison Blanche ... (Pictures shall ensue after the whole thing is complete)
Here's the shade though -
It was, at first, horrific, because it appeared very orangish ... but after a second coat, and some drying time, it has tamed down to a shade that would seem to be much lighter than whatever the hell you might be seeing above - the internets are the WORST place in the world to get an idea of color. Seriously.
We're going to sit (get it, sit ... in the bathroom ...) with it for a few days and see how we feel before we commit any other rooms to this tone. I'm thinking that I would like a more muted gray-ish tinge, but we've also had gray tones in assorted rooms throughout the house for a lot of the time we've lived here, so maybe I just need to expand my horizons.
And NOW we're at Thursday already? Seriously?
Well, it's nearing the end of August, and SUMMER temperatures have finally arrived. Along with the loverly Ohellio humidity. You know how, in the winter, when you open an exterior door and feel the frigid air rush in? It was like that yesterday, only that frigid air was more like a well-preheated-oven air. I felt it WRAP around my LEGS ...
I did not walk yesterday. I don't know if I'll be able to today, as it is currently storming, complete with lightning, and I don't need to move IN to the cemetery at this time.
I believe we've arrived at the conclusion that we want to hire someone of a professional ilk to paint the remaining rooms. I'm all good with that. As of this morning, still not feeling that bathroom Maison Blanche shade. It reminds of a less-than-modern, antique elementary school bathroom stall color. I think it's also too warm against the cooler tones of the tile, which is a slate color with streaks of off-white, and bluish green hues. Hard to explain. You'll see it eventually. Also, it clashes horrifically with the white of the shower.
As for me, been doing fine. Food consumption is fine. I learned that it's not wise to test blood glucose when you're at the peak of being stressed/pissed off. I'll test it later this morning if I'm in a relaxed mode and see what there is to see.
I heard some "Ancient Chinese Secret" or Buddhist monk, or other Eastern philosophical tale the other day about how you should never tell anyone your plans. I realize that this is probably mostly true. I'd heard it before, listening to some law of attraction things - and I know that there are DEFINITELY some people, such as my mother, that I will NOT discuss anything with because they don't have any comprehension of what "being supportive" means, and I tend to not talk about it a lot outside of this space because what's the point?
I'm on a mission, a silent mission, to get some shit done, and I'm going to do it. End of.
I have no idea where I was going with that ... I love it when a thought enters the mind and then refuses to finish itself.
For now, I'll leave you with some more scenic views of the walk. At least you'll know where to look, should I come up missing.
Someday, when I learn to eliminate the background without messing with the sun rays, this will be a stunning picture.
I have zero clue what the hell these art - the tree itself is turning red. Just looks trippy up close, and from a distance.
After some nearly 20 years of visiting this cemetery, I never saw this until the other day. Looks like someone was doing arts and crafts.
This tree looks much more eerie and menacing in person. My phone camera does not adequately capture the mood. In person, it's almost as if it's melting.
Before I start on the whole Monday thing, I'd like to take a moment to ponder on why I am sort of really offended by the phrase "Art for the People ..." I don't see art like that at all. Yes, wealthy people DO have art that normal people do not. Wealthy people, however, do make it possible for normal people to SEE a LOT of art of all types, styles, shapes, sizes, etc. Also, with the advent of the Internets, you can SEE any kind of art you want to see at any time. Period. Will it be the same? No. I can attest to that, because I saw this on the internets first:
And then, I saw it in person .... The amount of my breath that left my body could not have been measured, and capturing it in picture form doesn't begin to describe to you what I saw when standing mere inches or less from it.
So, really, when someone creates art, why does it have to be classified as either "real" art or "Art for the people," as if normal humans getting to look upon it actually lessens its value or description as art?
Fuck that. I have been weary of elitist bullshit since like forever, and clearly, I'm still weary of it. That being said, if you can get to an art museum of any size, do it. Go feel it (well, do NOT touch it, but just stand in its presence and soak in the energy).
Okay, back to Monday.
It's Monday. It's time. I've had a good run of a few months of not giving two flying fuquetarts about my person. I've focused on other things, as you've seen, been up, down, all around and back again. It's time.
Nothing I say is about anyone else but me ... This is my own journey. Support me, don't support me, do your own journey, create your own adventure - it's all good. This is about me.
I believe eating a meal from our most favoritest Chinese restaurant the other night sealed the deal. It was nearly instantaneous, the physical affect it had. A zillion tingles (not a good varietal) from head to toe ... I knew it totally fucked with the blood sugar. A physical feeling ...
It's time. Time to get my collective shit back together and do something about my unhappiness with my current shape of being.
Going back to keto for a moment. That's my current thought. I've teetered on the edges of normal living/eating long enough. I need a way to get the blood sugars under control, and stop the constant yo-yo scale life.
We've gotten to a point where we are (total First-World issue) sick of food, and end up buying junk because why not? That's not how I want to do it. I'd rather make a bunch of stuff at the beginning of the week, and get back to a more scheduled existence.
After making a completely keto meal last night, I also remember JUST HOW FULL you get from mostly very little food.
Also moving again (not house, body). At least once a day. Moving. The sedentary life has killed my muscle tone (of which there is pretty much now none) and added to the flat(fat)ness of my backside. Moving. It is required.
Not afraid to admit that I've gained on the scale. This morning? 219.
Blood sugar, don't know yet. I think the best time to check that will be right before my first meal of the day, closer to noonish. I'll clue you in next time I write.
In the words of Rage:
It has to start somewhere, it has to start sometime What better place than here, what better time than now?
All hell can't stop me now.
Off I go.
Rock on with your bad selfs. Have an excellent week!
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