Windy Windy Day

No warmer out today, and extra windy. Thankful for the treadmill for my steps. I had a lot of meetings so I got a quick walk in during lunch time, and then late I needed 2500 steps to get to 10k. 

Poor Toffee. No walk for her two days in a row and she didn't even want to go outside today!  

We had a couple minor oopsies today. Geoff put some boxes near our water heater, which has started leaking, and needs to be replaced (we knew that going into the house but figured we would wait until absolutely necessary, and now it is absolutely necessary). Doug lost his mind when he went downstairs and saw the boxes he had moved AWAY from the water heater put back. He doesn't understand how Geoff's mind works sometimes. Like. WHY did you move these back. At all. Who asked for that. No one. 

One of the boxes was my wedding dress - and the box is soaked. I don't want to open it. Well, I should. I think it is in plastic and in the box. Maybe it is okay. But I honestly don't know why I still have it. 

Once, I tried to find an organization that took wedding dresses and converted them to burial dresses for infants. I believe they are called Angel Gowns. The last time I looked into this none of the companies were taking dresses, they had plenty. So yeah, maybe I'll open the box and make sure it is okay and attempt again to donate it. 

All the other boxes were fine. 

Second oopsie was I went to take a shower after the treadmill this afternoon and the shower door came right off the track. I was standing there, holding it by the tiny little nub of a handle and trying very hard to keep it from falling anywhere. I called for help, Doug came down and was able to assist me. It made me think of that time we were in Arizona at the World's Worst Hotel Ever, the Willcox Inn, and the window fell out of the track and I was standing there in my underpants in the middle of the night trying to get it back in place. If you've never read that entry, go ahead. Probably one of my favorites.

Luckily, this was not as dramatic but I still had a good laugh. 

My work son and I had a great client meeting/training. Then we had our regular digital platform office hour and that was great. 

I did a bunch of work after the office hours. Geoff made an amazingly good dinner, and I cleaned up after it. He's messy. I need to have a talk with him about not being as messy as he goes, and cleaning up when he is done. We share a lot of the duty. But. I feel like he can do a better job cleaning up after himself. 

Digits below! 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill 27 min/1.51 mi. 2nd Treadmill, 18 min/1mi. 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 165 
4:30pm: 91
10:30pm: 162* note late met+glip

food & meds:
8:45am: jardiance (phentermine on order)
noon: last of Geoff's chicken marsala (3 tiny pieces and a lot of sauce) 
1pm: met+glip (ha. on time today!) 
4:30pm: atkins snack bar; handful of unsalted (eww) cashews
6:30pm: bowl with some tater tots, covered with homemade pulled pork from Geoff
no wine
9:30pm: met+glip ( a little late, meant to take by 8:45 but was on the treadmill)

Rainy Rainy Day

I had a couple humorous oopsies today. The big one was in our training class, my work son asked me to show the attendees how to do a thing.  I could not remember how to do the thing. 

I fuddled my way through it, and said "so right here, B, what would you suggest that I add now" and "Say we wanted a two column lay out... how do I just add a new column once I've selected a one column layout." 

He played along wonderfully but I think he totally knew I was talking out of my butt. And we sounded convincing. 

Today it rained all day, Toffee was not interested in outside and I was not interested in taking her for a walk, because I also did not want to be wet and outside. 

I hit the treadmill, and entertained myself. I got to a mile, then I said well, how about just get to 30 min. And then okay I am at 1.75. Why not stick with it until we get to 2 miles? 

And the music was pumping, and it was working out really well. I made it to 2 miles and then realized we had training in 20 minutes so I had to shower and make ready. 

I also realized at 4pm that I forgot to take my met+glip around 1pm, I had eaten my english muffin at 11:30 and thought that was too early to take it, so I said I'd take it before training. Ha. Remembered after it was all over.

My work son's sister had a baby yesterday. Number two for her. So we wrapped up training so he could go run to see his brand new nephew. 

So she's by proxy my work daughter and that's my work grandson? 

Ha. 

He sent me so many pictures. We're all in love. 

I spent a lot of time tonight fixing a problem with some user pages in the content management system, and there has to be a better faster way to do it, especially because the next person has four people pages with tons of stories assigned to them, and .... well. manually editing all of these will suck. 

Right then. Bedtime. Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill, 35 min/2.03 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 140 
n/apm: x
10:45pm: 132

food & meds:
9am: phentermine+jardiance
11:30: english muffin w/pb and lil'bitty dollop of homemade peach jam
4:15pm: met+glip (completely forgot to take after treadmill time)
5:45pm: cheese tortellini w/spicy sausage and cheezy tomato sauce (a la geoff)
white wine
10pm: met+glip

Training Day and Bloodwork

I woke up early this morning to spend time training a colleague who needed to learn how to use one of our products. He's contracting, and is a firefighter most of the time, so he has been working 6am-9am. Today we met at 8. 

I love teaching people how our products work, and, because he'll be doing testing on the next product I showed him all the fun broken things in our current product. 

It was a great hour long training. 

I dove into work then, got a bunch of things ironed out and had a client meeting which went okay but they've messed up their website in such an epic fashion I don't even know where to start with it. I have to set up a meeting with a colleague and the product owner to ask how they did this thing and undo it. meh? 

We then had client training and it went very well. There is always one person in the training who has 100,000 questions. About 10 minutes before the training ended I had to leave to go get bloodwork done, I was about a week overdue for my PT/INR test. Thankfully traffic was really moving, and I made it there in plenty of time. 

On the way home, not so much. 

I didn't get to do a walk during the work day, and it was too dark by the time I got back to take Toffee out for one so I hit the treadmill for a while. And then again to get another couple hundred steps done after dinner. I need to time things better and make the best use of hours. Tomorrow morning I think I'll have time. 

But I do want to walk Miss Toffee. 

Anyway, good day, overall. Digits below! 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill 21 min/1.3 mi; treadmill 10 min/.55; 10k+ by bedtime

blood glucose:

7am: 100 
n/apm: x
10pm: 170

food & meds:
7am: phentermine+jardiance
10:30am: zero sugar yogurt w/granola bar crushed up
12:30: met+glip
3pm: mixed nuts
6pm: Geoff's mexican mess. White rice, spicy beef, peppers, cheese jalapeños. 
8pm: met+glip
white wine
10pm: protein shake

Treadmill!

While I was away, the treadmill that Doug ordered for us arrived. 

The original plan was to put it in the basement, but it was too heavy for Doug and Geoff to work with and get down the stairs. It made it into the mud room, and now the mud room is the official treadmill home. 

I was afraid it would shake the house being in the mudroom, because the floor in there doesn't feel like ... I don't know, a real floor. Feels like it is somehow raised up in a way. But it isn't doing anything bad and my fears are for naught. 

This freaking house is kind of solid. 

It has a lot of buttons, and Doug said he still has to run this one wire/cord down the inside of one of the legs but didn't want to do it unless he knew it worked in the first place. I feel like the 3 mile setting on this thing is faster than the ones at The Planet. I haven't played with the seriousness of the incline. 

It has a mount for an iPad or tablet. Doug and I both feel like that's not necessary - neither of us are interested in watching a show while on the treadmill. It has speakers but Doug said they kind of ... suck. So he uses our JBL speaker when he's on the treadmill. 

Anyway, I'm happy it is here for rainy days and I won't have to drive over to the PF gym in the south end of town unless I want to do weights now. Which I might now that I have wireless earbuds! 

When I signed up for the town 100 mile challenge, I signed up Toffee too. She had not yet been with me  for a mile walk but the weather was agreeable today so we went out together. I wish she would just walk next to me and not zig zag all over the place. But we even got a good trot going at points. 

I finally figured out the goal tracker website. It is supposed to automatically interface with my fitbit. It's not 100% accurate, so I just spent some time adding in Fri/Sat which were not picked up by the app, and fixing today because it didn't count my last minute steps today.

The treadmill is nice, but just like at the gym I know that my fitbit is more accurate. The speed of the treadmill is different than the speed of me ON the treadmill. I can run a 13 min. mile but the setting on the treadmill is for 3 miles an hour, 20 min. mile. I set the fitbit up based on my stride in a measured mile years ago when I got it, so I feel.... this is truth. One thing I'd like to do is go to a measured mile track again, and verify this is still accurate. 

Anyway. Enough boring shit. 

Steelers lost tonight and that sucks but hey. Go Patriots. Right?! Yay. 

I took a super blurry picture of Toffee on our walk, it was dark so my camera doesn't do a good job in dim lighting. Proof that I took my dog on my challenge walk today. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Two walks. One with Miss Toffee, 26 min/1.38 mi. Treadmill, 18 min/1.09 mi. 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 141 
4:30pm: 121
11pm: 120

food & meds:
8am: phentermine+jardiance
9:30am: atkins protein shake
1pm: turkey and sharp cheddar on Oatmeal bread; met+glip
6pm: chicken marsala a la geoff
white wine; mixed nuts
8:45pm: met+glip

Home! Home! Home!

Made it home! 

C and I spent a lazy morning at her place and didn't go out to brekkie or do anything else. She set out a cheese and crackers breakfast and that was delightful. Brie! Cheddar! Boursin! yay. 

We stopped at Jess' so I could see them, pat the dog, and drop off some food I didn't finish. Then, off to the airport. Manchester is a super easy in and out delivery or pickup of humans. I gathered my stuff, checked my bag, and started walking the terminal. I wasn't sure what time I'd get home and didn't want to run a risk of no walk and mess up day 3 of our city's 100 mile challenge. 

I went through security, found my gate, headed to the Sam Adams tap room. I wasn't going to eat but my flight got delayed so. Okay. Their fish tacos are fantastic. So it was a great way to spend time, watching the Bills game and it finished up right when we needed to go to the gate. 

Doug picked me up and told me Geoff was making dinner for us. I was disappointed it was mac & cheese but not gonna complain - it ws good, and filled with ham. And I should have recorded Toffee's joyful freak out running bonanza but was too entertained to take the camera out. 

So happy to be home. Laundry done within minutes of walking in because all my stuff stinks from Shirley's. Geoff opened his birthday card and said it smelled like smoke and he laughed. "I see what you mean." 

Anyway. More tomorrow. Off to bed happy with a Patriots win tonight! 

Digits below. Picture of Long Island, Fire Island over to Robert Moses Park, and the dark bit of land there is Heckscher state park. The sunset was gorgeous tonight! 

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exercise: 11/12 hours. 2 measurable walks, first in the MHT airport terminal 26 min/1.3 mi; after deplaning in Baltimore walking to baggage claim, 17 min/.52 mi. 11k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:

8am: 100 
n/apm: x
11:15pm: 181

food & meds:
8am: phentermine+jardiance
10am: cheese and crackers breakfast feast
3pm: met+glip; 2 beers, fish tacos
8:30pm: 2 big bowls of mac & cheese w/ham; white wine
9pm: met+glip

Fare You Well, Fare You Well

Saturday's entry - forgot to hit publish, I guess.

Had a great day today. I was supposed to have lunch with Jess and Catie, but Jess wasn't feeling well and Catie got locked out of her car. So I took a nice walk instead, and came back and had an english muffin sandwich. 

C had a funeral to attend in middle of nowhere almost Vermont, so the dogs and I chilled and had a nice time of fellowship and some farting. Them, not me. 

I thought about a nap. C was on her way back so I stayed up. We went out to early dinner, a "linner" as it were. We talked about movies and what are favorites. Food was great and I'm glad we went early, the wait was forever by the time we left. 

My cousin texted me that Bob Weir of The Grateful Dead and other bands had died. I was stunned. C went to bed and I watched football, wallowed in sadness and crawled social media sharing memories with friends about Bob and his legacy. I thought of all the great times I'd seen him over the years. He was always my favorite Grateful Dead member. This one hurts a little extra.

In 2020, I had the honor of watching Bob's Tiny Desk. Watching him perform a Dylan masterpiece and a song he collaborated on with Josh Ritter. And "Ripple." When I watched him do "Only a River" I imagined Josh Ritter's amazement that there he was, doing it at the desk, of all the songs he could do.

Enjoy the video. 

Home tomorrow, looking forward to being with my boys but also have enjoyed the time with C. Digits below!

digits

exercise: 11/12 hours. Missed 7pm because we were sitting chatting. 2 walks. One for 30 min/1.69 mi. second short walk with C 14 min/.6 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 126 
4pm: 131
9:45pm: 95

food & meds:
8:30am: phentermine+jardiance
noon: english muffin w/turkey and gouda
1pm: met+glip 
4:30pm: spinach salad with salmon. 2 beers, 6 buffalo wings
7pm: white wine w/ diet ginger ale
8pm: met+glip

Gargoyle in my bed

Just a quick entry. C picked me up / rescued me from mom's today. Right now I'm in bed in her guest room with her dog Ginny, who is a little frenchie but also a little gargoyle but in the most perfect way. She's making all kinds of noise and is mad at me that we are NOT SLEEPING YET. 

Okay Ginny. I'll shut the computer off and we'll go to bed. 

Had a great day. That's all I have to say. Met a cat when we were out walking. Had not met a cat yet out around grandma's neighborhood. Hi Cat. 

Ginny wants me to go to bed so I'm going to do that. 

Digits below cat.

digits

exercise: 11/12 hours.  Missed 1 hour while riding in the car. Nice walk w/C around old folks land. 30 min/1.47 mi. 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

7:15am: 94 
n/apm: x
9:45pm: 171

food & meds:
7:30am: phentermine+jardiance
12pm: met+glip
1pm: fajita sammitch
3pm: mcdonalds fries in the car
5:30pm: 2 pieces of beef egg roll, one crab bao; glass of wine
7pm: wine, snacks, mixed nuts, chocolate covered pretzels (OMG)

Be Careful

I don't want to bitch and bitch and bitch but.
I am relieved I get to leave here tomorrow.
My mom has been driving me nuts. 

Every time I do something she says "Be careful."

Going for a walk around the circle?
"Be careful."
Why.
"It's icy out there."
Ma, it is 48 degrees. There's no ice.
"Well still be careful."

I take her car to get it inspected, "Be careful." 

I go to the Walmart to pick up something, "Be careful." 

I went out to dinner with my cousin last night and she went on and on and on. "Be careful. People drive like crazy around here. They don't signal, they drive too fast..."

Ma.

You know I lived up here for 30 years? You know I live in Maryland now and people there drive like absolute dumb fucks? Telling ME to be careful, like I'm not ever? I'm not cautious? I don't look both ways three times? I am a maniac dumb shit and  I drive over curbs and through people's living rooms?

I told her I was taking her trash out and she told me to be careful.
Seriously, shut the fuck up at this point. The more you tell me to be careful the less I want to be careful. 

So she says it, and I say "No."

At first she laughed. 

And then she got mad. I asked her why she was mad, and she said that I'm not taking her seriously. 

"It isn't that I'm not taking you seriously, but I'm going to be 60 years old. I'm not 12. You can stop telling me to be careful. Instead of saying that, why don't you thank me for doing the things I did? Thank you for getting the car inspected. Thank you for taking the trash down." 

"Well that's how I broke my hip," she says. 

Yes this is true. But. Sigh.

You weigh less than that giant trash barrel, AND you could have just let go of it when it started to roll away. But no - you had to hold onto it like somehow you were going to prevent it from rolling, and it took you out. Technically, you broke your hip. Not the trash barrel. So. You be careful. 

I weigh twice as much as the trash barrel. It cannot kill, hurt, or scare me. 

"It's dark outside." 

I took out my LL Bean headlamp. Put it on, FULL POWER, shined the light in her face and said "It's not dark out anymore." 

Her neighbor has all these wicked cool lights on the side of his trailer that are motion activated. And they are brighter than the sun. 

It is super not dark out anymore. 

I know she cares. But it is borderline insulting, and exceptionally emotionally exhausting to hear this come out of her mouth every couple of minutes. 

And I said I don't want to bitch. I recognize we have our mom, she's mostly in her right mind (except for turning the internet off at night because someone could access her wifi or whatever). I told my cousin last night I didn't mean to gripe considering his mom (my mom's sister) is in a home for memory care patients, and I can have conversations with my mom and they make sense and life is fine. I don't mean to diminish his situation at all, but he totally understood. And .... he laughed. Because of course he did. 

Anyway. 

I'm finishing my mom's laundry. Waiting for the last load to dry and then off to bed. Digits below! 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  two walks, one up and down the street between meetings, 10 min/.61 mi. Bigger walk after work, 25 min/1.31 mi. 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

7:45am: 116 
4:30pm: 166
10pm: 108

food & meds:
7:45am: phentermine+jardiance
2pm: met+glip
3pm: scallops, onion rings, coleslaw (all gross. meh)
6:30pm: white wine
8:30pm: turkey and gouda on low carb white; met+glip

Geoff is 29

It is my son's 29th birthday. It feels super weird that fact. It doesn't so much bother me that Jess is going to be 34, I feel like okay - that's to be expected. Jess has always felt like my adult human. I love them, and love spending time with them.

But Geoff. 29? how is that possible. Geoff is still a middle school kid, working towards his Eagle. But no. Dude is on the cusp of 30. Unreal.

I am not home to celebrate with him. I did call him first thing this morning and I let him know how much I love him. He's been interviewing for jobs (and not getting anywhere). Last night he applied to an associates degree program at a different Virginia location for community college. He had started down the path of trying to see if he could transfer into a CC in Maryland, and Doug was absolutely adamant that he not do that because from what he read, Maryland would want him to start over, from scratch, where he already has a ton of credits and a certificate. 

Do not transfer to a Maryland CC. Over and over this was messaged to him. 

Turns out, the CC he wanted to transfer to lost their accreditation for this program for this year and they're working to get it back, but they will not have it in place by Fall 2026. And 2027 doesn't look good.

Well then.

The universe made up its mind and prepared the path for him. 

He told me this morning that he applied to the Virginia program for transfer, requested his transcripts, and he's going to be assigned an academic advisor next. 

Here we go. Getting back on track for the degree. Finally. I'm relieved about this because last year he missed the application deadline. And I think he was okay with that because he had a job, a good job, he was happy even though it was part time and he could have been doing more. He was content. 

So many people are not content. 

But then we bought a house, he had to quit his job, he hasn't been able to find a new job, it's been a struggle. And I swear he is the most stubborn person (well, I think he gets it from my mom!) so to have the universe close that door and have him put right into the track we were hoping he'd go on... thankful.

Please, if you are reading this, send him good vibes. Let him get a job now, and be able to work right up to when school starts. 

He needs this win. 

For his birthday. 

Anyway. Had a good day today. It was stupid and raining so I took mom's car to get an inspection and then went to Walmart because I realized yesterday I'd forgotten to pack deodorant. And I was starting to get a little smelly. 

I walked inside the Walmart instead of going over to the gym. Glad I did and I would have walked more but had to get back to shower and get ready for a meeting. After my last meeting I went and did a real good walk around the neighborhood. Couldn't bring myself to drive all the way over to the gym, and the rain had let up totally. Got them steps in. Even though I paid for Black Card at Planet Fitness, the neighborhood is giving me the routes and the pathways to get shit done.

Mom thinks I'm crazy. But .... I'm not sitting on my ass eating nutter butter wafers and smoking packs of cigarettes and playing computer games all day. Get up and get it! That's my philosophy. 

Tonight I had dinner with my cousin Bill. I invited mom but she didn't want to go. She doesn't like this restaurant (hilarious) and so we had a cousin's suppah. We talked about his brother, our moms, nursing homes, getting old, weight loss, exercise, his son who literally just joined the army a couple months ago. We talked about this administration, the things happening, he is retired military himself so he has thoughts and opinions. It was a good chat. Good time. 

And I'm glad mom didn't come, so we could have this time together. 

Tomorrow, mom will go to lunch without me. I have a noon to 1, a 1 to 2, a 2 to 3.... busy afternoon of meetings. Maybe I'll have her bring me back something. 

This picture of Geoff and me is from two years ago. Digits below! 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. two walks; one in Walmart (I measured and timed it and walked intentionally) 16 min/.77 mi. More serious outdoor walk, 25 min/1.36 mi; 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 112 
4:45pm: 111
10pm: 90

food & meds:
8am: phentermine+jardiance
10:30am: protein shake
1:30pm: turkey and gouda on low carb bread; met+glip
6:30pm: scallops, rice, sweet potatoes; 2 glasses of wine
8pm: met+glip; the rest of the honey roasted nut mix; another glass or three of wine

Temporary Rock Star Status

Last night I kind of slept okay, I had the windows open and the new air purifier running. It pumps out cool air, which is nice. But mom's house is so hot - and the furnace is pumping. I just looked down the hall to her in bed, in fleecey jammies covered in blankies and completely wrapped up, and I am in a t-shirt and shorts sweating balls. Absolutely Sweating Balls. 

sigh. 

Today was a pretty good day overall. I got to call the company that handles her life insurance and talk to them about how the auto-pay my sister set up didn't work, and asked for them to refund the late fees because ... not our mistake, not our fault. The girl made it sound like we were pulling food out of a starving baby's mouth. Oh what a hardship it is to give us back thirty dollars when your CEO makes 17.4 MILLION DOLLARS a year. Oh thank you for your kindness! Oh thank you so much. 

Fuck all y'all. 

Anyway. I got that taken care of. Mom's neighbor came to visit because she knew I was here and we had a nice catch up. Always fun to see her. She's a hot ticket. 

We went to mom's favorite foodrinkery for lunch. She's been miffed since the establishment was sold, and now they are using hamburger buns that are TOO HARD! and so she's been eating tuna boats. One of her friends suggested the kids burger on toasted white bread. 

Well. 

Game changer. Toasted white bread for the win. Felt like a victory. 

A man I didn't know (and she wasn't sure who he was) bought our drinks (soda, during the workday for me, thank you) and he came over and gave her a hug and a peck. 

Another guy named Charlie came in, and I've never met him. But he gushed on my mom and gave her big hugs, and then turned his affections to me. Like. It made me a little uncomfortable. Dude, we do NOT know each other do not kiss me on the top of my head? But mom and her lady friend Sue both knew him well and he was tickled to see her today, and meet me. 

Sometimes it is just weird, how ... loving? kind? etc? everyone is to mom. She gets to be kind of a rock star that she never was many years ago. People like Shirley. Go figure. 

And by extension, they like me?

The waitresses and bartenders at the foodrinkery all came over to hug on her, and when they saw me there, they were thrilled to see me too. Joanie, Casey, and "Shorty..." Got more than my fair share of greetings and hey how are ya? So good to see ya! etc. 

"It is so nice of you to come in! Didn't know you were coming to visit! Mom didn't say anything!" says Shorty. Kiss Kiss Hug Hug. 

She commented that I looked like I've lost a lot of weight. Well, since I was last here, no? but over the last five years, yes. A lot. 

My mother said "Yeah but she still has this," and poked me in the belly.

Tell me how I didn't just fucking punch her in the face right then. But. Yeah. I still have a fat belly. 

Shorty said "that's always the last to leave us ladies." She's so kind. "but Wow I can totally see it in your face!" Mom's friend Sue chimed in that she noticed over the last year that I indeed had lost weight and was looking good. 

I told them about the Fitbit, the daily 10k, how I'm doing it the best I can. Sue goes to the Y every day at 5am to walk with her best friend, and her friend goes swimming after they do several laps around the track, and she keeps going. Shorty runs 5 miles every morning before her kid even is up to go to school. We all talked about where we are doing our best, and how we are ... going to keep going. 

Sue is on day 200 something of 5 miles of walking (far more than my 10k steps) and said she's staying on track for 365 days.  I told her I love that for her. 

Everyone made me feel better about things, and I did not punch my mother in the face for poking my fat belly. 

Only moms can make you feel shitty like that when you are doing your absolute fucking most best, right? 

When I'm here at her house, I don't walk around as much inside like I do at home. after lunch I realized I was way behind on steps for the day. I took myself for a quick neighborhood walk. I was disappointed to not see any dogs out and about. There are usually a lot of little doggies around. It is a 1.3-ish mile loop, and you can add on little alcoves and little dead ends if you want, to lengthen the walk. Mom lives on a circle, and you can always go extra around and arounds for that thing. 

At 7:50 I took myself for another walk, should have gone around the circle a second full time to push up over the mile. But in the end, got everything I needed. 

My new wireless bluetooth earbuds are working out nicely. I'm kind of excited about them. But they don't fit in my ears right. I find the left one fits better in my right ear, and vice versey, kind of bizarre. 

Still. 

Tomorrow, my morning is incredibly free, so I may just flex some time and take mom's car for the inspection sticker. My cousin Bill and I may meet for dinner. Mom doesn't think she wants to come but I might just make her. 

And I'll try to do a solid 30 min of walking somewhere along the line in the day to not have to do multiple trips round the park here. Although, what I used to think was a hill is a nothing burger now. Your girl, she's killing it. 

Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Two Walks, 25 min walk outside, 1.31 miles. After Dark with the head lamp! 18 min/.95 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

7:45am: 85 (checked 3x. seemed very low compared to previous checks)
4:45pm: 131
10:45pm: 90 

food & meds:
7:45am: phentermine+jardiance
8:30am: premier protein shake (trying to drink these for mom and get them out of her fridge)
through the morning - several lil'handfuls of honey roasted cashew mix while walking through the kitchen...
1:30pm: buffalo tenders over small side salad w/bleu cheese dressing
3pm: met+glip (forgot to take right after lunch...) 
7pm: turkey and gouda on low-carb bread w/mayo. 
more honey roasted cashew mix through the evening.
white wine+ no sugar cranberry juice
8:30pm: met+glip