Jess arrives tomorrow, so I need to slip out of work mode and into mom mode for a little bit. Strip the bed, wash the sheets in the guest room and get the blanket out. We had two sets of queen sheets but the fitted sheet on one set tore, so right now one - until flannel time. Which will come sooner than later! It was super cold in here last night! I guess it is mid October, eh? 70s in the day, 40s in the night. I even woke up around 4am and was chilly so I got a blankie off the couch.
I don't do a big deep clean before they come, just make the bathroom presentable, vacuum which I already did, oh, and clean the top of the stove. Our poor stove. We cook every day at least once a day, something is always getting made in there. So she suffers our messes and it's often too hot to clean her immediately so, we let it go a bit. Geoff is usually on top of that. He cleans the top of the stove all the time. But he's been lax.
We'll get that done.
Things look good. It looks like nice responsible adults live in this house, oh except my bedroom still. Haven't gotten there. And we shan't speak of the basement.
I had a slice of banana bread today and boy does that shoot my blood sugar up. I took it a full 2 hours after eating the banana bread and it was still stupid high. Oh, banana bread. I do love you but. I guess ... not frequently. Thankfully a really heavy protein dinner and some time brought it down to something slightly more reasonable.
Anyway. No picture tonight either. Watching football, and going to bed very shortly. So thankful for a three day weekend coming up.
Digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. 12 min indoor walk while dinner was cooking (stopped because I needed to be at the stove and didn't think recording the pause for 4 min. was worth it). 5600+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:30am: 187 4:30pm: 245 10:30pm: 158
food: coffee/water 10:15am: pbj sandwich on 647 italian bread noon: metformin 2:30pm: slice of banana bread 4pm: a bunch of slices of pepperoni 6:30pm: beef stroganoff w/ a few egg noodles but not a lot
Today we took the Toffinator to the vet for her shots. She is so loved there. They absolutely lose their minds over how sweet she is. Always a fun time at the vet!
She's got some sort of rash from allergies, and they gave us a cool mousse that we need to squirt on her and massage in, and then take her for a walk so she won't lick it all off. We got some hyper super duper dog benadryl to hopefully knock this rash out. And the usual flea/tick/heartworm meds of course.
The vet said she needs to lose some weight. She weighs about 67 points, up from 59 when we brought her in for her first visit. So the recommendation is to cut back a half cup of food in the morning and the evening, and bring her back for a weigh in six months from now. And fewer treats. Okay. I think we can do that.
For her health!
Anyway. Busy day at work, per usual. No pic today, I tried to get one at the vet but not in the cards.
Digits, per usual.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. no walk today. 5k by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:30am: 211 n/a afternoon reading skipped 9:45pm: 213 (not sure why so incredibly high this evening?)
food: coffee/water 10am: protein shake 11:30am: metformin noon: tuna melt w/bacon on 647 italian bread 6pm: popeye's chicken; 4 pieces + coleslaw, one biscuit 6:15pm: metformin+jardiance
We have a client who was having some huge problems today, and our third party partner says it is "their fault," but ... as the support person for the client, I'm also a tenacious beast.
I troubleshot this, I went over EVERYthing. I brought in colleagues on another team to look at it and they said everything looked good to them. I talked to another client who has the exact same set up as this client, and his shit works. So look here, look at this other guy, why's his not working! And the other client said for sure I am in the right, the third party partner has a configuration problem. He gave me a suggestion to jump over a flaming barn (not even a flaming red hoop) that got us to about 90% solution.
It took all day. All. Day. Tomorrow morning we're going to iron out the last bit. At one point I walked away from a furiously detailed slack discussion, and just went to the kitchen. It was time to bake banana bread and just be "AFK" as they say. Away from keyboard.
I'd been looking at these three big beautiful very ready bananas since Saturday when I got back from my trip. Doug had picked them up at Aldi while I was away hoping I'd volunteer to bake. Well hell yeah. You bet.
I used to do anxiety baking. Today it was fury baking. After spending so much time pleading my case, not hearing back from anyone, just basically continuing to troubleshoot, and get nowhere. I finally get someone to pay attention and get dismissed, but I wasn't going to stop fighting because I had backup. I had a posse with my other client and my evidence. But I was still very mad. Grrrrrrrr. Baking.
After mixing up the batter and getting it into the oven, I contemplated making oatmeal cookies too. But I just used my most favorite mixing bowl, and I didn't feel like washing it and all that stuff, so it went into the dishwasher and I went back to work. I at least got some banana bread going.
Maybe tomorrow. I also have 3 more bananas and may just have to bake another loaf, if Geoff doesn't want to eat them. Maybe muffins. I can make muffins.
After the I had two big pieces of the banana bread, I really should not have because it was too close to when I'd be taking my reading for the afternoon. But it was delicious and I wanted it hot out of the oven, not later on at room temperature. Gotta have that melting of the butter on the hot tasty bread.
Toffee has a doctor's appointment tomorrow. It'll be one year since she was found on the street in DC, and rescued. This is the time to get the shots renewed, not from when we adopted her in December. Hard to imagine it's been 10 months already that she's been with us. A national treasure she is.
Digits below this awesome slice. Damn, that was good.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. 20 min. inside walk. 7k steps by bedtime
This morning when I let Toffee out there was this big, huge, giant beach ball just sitting next to my car. I have no idea why, or where it came from. We have a ton of kids in the neighborhood so it could have been from anywhere. Anywhere.
So I took a picture of it. Pondering it.
I thought about bringing it into the yard for safety but I thought Toffee would pop it or something. I left it alone and went to get my coffee and looked outside a few minutes later and it was gone. I looked up and down the street and didn't see it anymore.
Gone to another house to bless the inhabitants with its whimsy, I guess. I hope they loved it.
So. A weird welcome to the Monday morning. May the beach ball bless your eyes today.
I got nothin' else. ha.
Digits below. Look at that big assed happy beach ball, yo.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. 18 minute walk inside while dinner was cooking. 6500+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:30am: 178 4pm: 151 10:30pm: 185
food: coffee/water 12:30pm: Metformin. pb&j (low sugar j, 647 italian bread) 4pm: very small apple w/pn 6pm: bowl of pasta w/meat sauce; metformin+jardiance
When I was in New Jersey, Saturday morning, my plan was to take a river walk along the Hudson while my friends went out to breakfast with their friend. I didn't want to glom on them, even though waffles at iHop I wanted them to enjoy their time together. Picking this particular hotel gave me the option for a wonderful stroll.
I had set up late check out, thinking I could sleep in and still get out for a walk. But, I just did not. I didn't. I was tired. The day before was a lot, a lot of travel, a lot of walking, a lot of subway, some me being scared to go up to 177th street to get the uber instead of getting one from say Penn Station or something. I followed Ben's thinking and it all worked out, but I would not have done that if I was alone or with my sister. It helps Ben is a quadrippleton black belt in Kung Fu. If anyone would mess with us, heck. Ben.
We probably saved 50 bucks, but it was so far to travel that night. And when I did get up, and eat my breakfast, and shower, then I started in on looking at youtube videos on the internet, it ended up at 1pm, and it was time to head to the lobby instead of the river. Time to go. No good walk and no real enjoyment of the Edgewater scene. Next time, New Jersey. I know more about how to work this, to avoid 500 dollar hotels, and not spend a butt ton of money on ubers.
I slept in incredibly late today. I so very rarely sleep past 11 but conditions were right. Geoff was very quiet and left for work without making a racket. Doug was in the guest room with Toffee, and I think he even slept late. I heard her food hit the dish at some point and had brief awareness of toffee time. It may have been 10 or so. But I rolled over and continued to sleep.
11:15. Wow.
Anyway, missing the first 2 hours of the daily step count, I figure today was to be just a take it easy day. Around 2pm we left to take the mini to the dealership for some work (it is running like absolute shit and that needs addressed). We drove up and the dealership is around the corner from one of our health care labs so I asked if we could go in, and I could do the blood draw they've been nagging me to do for weeks.
It is so annoying that I have a lab an hour from my house, but they are only open 7-5. I'm not a morning person so going at 7am is not going to happen. And I work past 5. Unless I do something gracious for myself, and actually stop working and go take care of me (imagine that) I am not going to make it over there in time.
There were three phlebotomists on duty. Two were playing cards and I joked around with them that I didn't want to interrupt their flow, so the other one could help me. No other patients were there. I was in and out in about 4 minutes. Doug was irritated that I wanted to do this, he told me to just go to the one by our house and make time for it, but I don't just have the walk away and do that flexibility he thinks I do.
He thought I'd be in there forever, so he irritatedly took the dog for a walk around the building to get some steps in for himself. I walked around the parking lot solo for 8 minutes waiting for him, since I was only in there for 4. My fitbit didn't register as "exercise" at all because I think it doesn't unless your heart rate is over 110 and 10 minutes go by?
He came back and we got ready to leave for our next errand. I got email while I was in the parking lot with the test results. The benefits of going and doing this on a Sunday afternoon! Not only the phlebotomists are bored, but the lab was probably just sitting there waiting for something to do...
My reading for PT/INR is a little high, so tomorrow I anticipate a call from the anti-coagulation unit to change my dosage for a week and go back and retest next week. Note to self, eat more leafy greens. And my A1C is 7.5, down from 7.7 in March. Barely a nudge. But, a nudge. Better than nothing, right?
We stopped at the auto parts store and he got bulbs for the headlights (turns out he got the wrong ones, so he has to go out again to get the right ones). And new windshield wipers, wiper fluid, a bunch of other things to help get the cars ready for the fall and whatnot. I have a hard time seeing at night anymore so having a headlight out in the better of our two cars is not an option.
On the way home we thought it would be fun to stop at the brewery near us that we like. Turns out everyone in America thought it would also be fun to do. We couldn't even turn down the street. It's a gorgeous day, so I guess I cannot blame people for getting out and enjoying it. The ten day forecast for this week is also looking so good. I'm rather excited. Will I finally get to sit out on the patio and work! Man, I hope so!
The other news is Jess is coming to house sit for someone that I work with, who I've never met. I guess one of the folks they house sit for up north recommended them, and so yeah. That's happening. They get here next Friday and will be around for three weeks while my mystery co-worker that I don't know goes on a trip. Maybe her honeymoon? Maybe a work trip? I have no idea! Jess gave me the address and it is so super easy to get to and from on the Metro. I think we'll keep their car here, and then they can metro up and we can metro down and we can see each other and yay.
Doug and I had planned on going away for the weekend, leaving Friday, since next Monday I have the day off, and he took it off. But with Jess arriving (I thought it was the following weekend, oops) we'll just take off on Sunday and stay one night away. This will be good on Geoff so he can just go to work at noon, kennel the dog, and one of us will be back in time to rescue her.
That's about it for a lazy Sunday that wasn't 100% devoid of action, but definitely not a thrillah. No picture today, maybe tomorrow from working on the patio!
digits
exercise: 10/12 hours. Missed 9 and 10am. No exercise/walk that was measurable. 5k by bedtime
blood glucose:
11:15am: 174 4:15pm: 168 10:30pm: 190 (170 in another finger. I hate monitoring my blood sugar)
food: coffee/water 11:30am: slice of cheese danish noon: Metformin 1:30pm: turkey & muenster on 647 toasted italian bread w/mayo 4:30pm: more danish; glass of red wine 6pm: 2 cheeseburgers, no buns, a little potato salad 7:30pm: small slice of pumpkin pie w/ whipped cream. Didn't finish it because it was ... too sweet. Yes. you read that right. I did not like it.
Friday: Linda had purchased tickets to see the musical "Safety Not Guaranteed" at the BAM Strong theatre in Brooklyn NY. She bought a lot of tickets, thinking they would sell out because Guster announced they'd be doing a little campfire set/dumpster show style thing at the end.
Well. There were a lot of tickets still for sale, but she had eight. Doug didn't want to go, Ronnie had to have his arm twisted to come, Our friends Angela and Eric had dragged their feet on buying tickets and they didn't want to sit up in the balcony so they were thrilled to join us. And our other friend V took the other one that would have been my pair.
I didn't want to go. I'm not motivated on a school night to go places other than bed. But I rallied. My friends Robin and Ben took her up on 2 of the tickets, and I hitched a ride. They were staying at a friend's place in Fort Lee, so I got a hotel just south of where they were staying (I'm there now, enjoying some alone time while they're out to breakfast with their friend).
The ride up yesterday was flawless. Perfect. Low traffic, stellar weather. Once we were settled in the spots where we'd be spending the night, I got my blouse ironed and hair curled (I need a haircut soonly!)
Ben used to live in several towns in the area from Hackensack to Teaneck, to NYC, to Brooklyn so he's kind of good with how to get from one place to another. One of the challenges for me mentally is getting from NJ to NYC or Brooklyn by mass transit. I used to be good at this.
We opted on the way over to the city to take an Uber because we were short on time to actually grab a bus. And the next bus would take us out of the way further south to go back north and take an extra hour ... we could have made it, but we opted to not.
Ben and Robin love this little yakitori restaurant near Madison Square Garden, so they really wanted to go there and I was flexible. Linda and Ronnie weren't going to make it into the city until after 6, but had found a german restaurant near the venue and other folks were aiming for going there to meet up. We were having meat on stick. It was a lovely sampler of foods, Ben had a giant bowl of Ramen, they serve their cocktails in a ziplock style bag, which is super cool.
I love this picture of them, because it looks almost like an ice cream soda shop from the 1950s or something. Only they each have their own cocktails.
After dinner we took the subway over to Brooklyn. From where we were, it was literally 4 or 5 stops to get to the Barclays Center stop and walk to where Linda had invited folks to come for dinner. Since we'd already eaten, a beer and company with many of our pals was in order and we had about a half hour to spare to catch up and chat.
It was a short walk to the theater, more friends in the lobby including musician friends we love. Guster fans were out in force for this show. I'm sure if anyone was there who didn't know who they were, they knew by the end.
The musical itself was lovely. I have chills thinking about some of the scenes. I'd suggest watching the movie (with Aubrey Plaza and Mark Duplass) if you're interested in learning more about the story. Then, imagine amazing poignant songs mixed in about chocolate milk, time travel, wanting to change the past to save the future.
One of the super interesting things they did was take One Man Wrecking Machine and change one line, to really fit the story's main subject Kenneth. Video of that song is here in the trailer.
And another one of Ryan's new original songs called Gaming Laptop is pretty great.
Throughout the show we all were saying "oh this song is about XYZ situation or person in the play but wow. You can hear it is a Guster song." Ryan's songwriting and style ride through it all so perfectly. Some of this is just sitting on me today, how wonderful the acting and singing was. The stage production was so minimal, but they did so much. So much with the space and the set. Just outstanding.
I didn't expect to burst into tears, twice. Maybe three times. Thank God Linda was next to me with tissues at the ready.
They use "Do You Love Me" in one of the scenes with Kenneth and the love of his life are singing together in a coffee shop. Soaring harmonies, and perfect musical accompaniment. Kenneth sings "Two Points for Honesty," which just FIT so hard with who he is, and how he feels about himself, and life. And the chocolate milk song sent me. I wish that one was on youtube.
After the show, Ryan came down from the audience (he was sitting 2 rows behind us with Adam) and the crowd went wild for him. These are his people, and hopefully others who didn't know him yet were learning about how great he is with this kind of stuff. He talked about the genesis of the project back when the movie was made and how the musical idea was pitched to him and he ran with it.
Adam and Brian came down, and they treated us to a couple songs. The cast all came out to sing One Man Wrecking Machine. Everyone in the audience sang the original line that they changed for the musical as it is written (maybe then I'll get in her pants, whatever...") they all laughed and smiled and Ryan laughed too. It was so cool to hear the audience singing along with them, and singing harmony parts and little interstitial things back at the band. Adam looked authentically entertained by it all.
I have got to figure the camera out on my new phone. The pictures should not look this crummy from the second row. But I think you get the idea.
By the way - that's the time machine Kenneth builds, and Kenneth is sitting in it on the left. I thought it would be a riot if Guster sat in it to perform but no.
We went back to the German restaurant because Linda's car was parked right in front. We had a quick sit and chat until the place closed, and people had to start heading home, to Boston, to out East. Or to a hotel in New Jersey.
Once again, Ben proved fruitful and wise. We weren't sure about getting an Uber from Brooklyn to NJ, it would probably be 100 dollars, so we took the A line on the subway up to 177th street, right by the GWB. We got an Uber from there and that was pretty awesome.
I think it was well after 2am when I went to sleep. Thinking of time travel, this show, the music.
I'm glad I didn't refuse to go. I'm glad I went.
After sleeping in, and getting a breakfast burrito from the lobby restaurant, I fell down a rabbit hole of reading and watching videos about this musical.
Robin and Ben picked me up at 1. We got to their house around 5 and it took me 90 minutes to get home. Pretty good timing, I must say.
Whirlwind tour, I would have liked an extra day but I was super happy to come home to the family, and the doggo. Digits below.
Saturday digits
exercise: 9/12 hours. slept through 9am. 4700+ steps by bedtime. Spent a lot of time in the car.
blood glucose:
10:30am: 174 xpm: no reading in the afternoon 10:30pm: 134
food:
coffee/water 11am: breakfast burrito from lobby restaurant; metformin 6:30pm: Metformin+jardiance; cheese and pepperoni off of a french bread pizza slice. The bread was really doughy and I didn't like it.
Friday digits
exercise: 11/12 hours. 29 min walking in rest area while my friend dealt with a work disaster. 18 min walk from somewhere to somewhere. 13,200+ steps by midnight (more by bedtime)
blood glucose:
7:30am: 143 3:30pm: 155 2am Saturday: 202 (pretzels and beer after the show)
food: coffee/water 11am: metformin, pepperoni & cheese snack at rest stop 4pm: Yakatori ... lots of beef and chicken, veggies, gyoza, 2 beers 7pm: metformin+jardiance, 1 small beer 11 something pm: some pretzels, some french fries at the german bar on Fulton St.
Last night, I didn't sleep really well, kept waking up and tossing and turning. I'd love to sleep past 3am someday. I woke up with a stomach ache. I'm taking tomorrow off of work already, otherwise I might have taken today off. I had a lot to get through before my disappearance for tomorrow.
Yesterday while my friends were visiting, the census bureau lady came by to do census bureau interviewy things. The last time I had a census bureau person visit in person was when we were still in the brown house. I made him tea. We sat in the back yard.
I told her it was a bad time, so we scheduled time to chat today on the phone. It was a supplemental quiz about violence. I felt weird but thankful saying "no" to every question.
It gives me pause to really ponder the fact we don't face violence, fight amongst ourselves, or anything else.
Geoff made dinner, and it was a lot of pasta. I feel sluggish and tired from it. But it was delicious.
No photo tonight. Off to bed.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. 21 minute indoor walk while steaming broccoli. 6200+steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
9am: 176 5pm: 140 10pm: 194
food: coffee/water 12:30pm: a lot of roast beef w/mayo on 647 italian bread; metformin 6pm: cheesy pasta with mushrooms and broccoli; metformin+jardiance
Doug got up at some point in the night and went to the guest room. I do the same thing sometimes, too. It's easier to start listening to a podcast without waking up the other person at 3am or so. Sometimes, when you're wide awake, that's just the thing to do.
I had set my alarm for 7 to make sure he got up to get ready for work, but then reset it for 7:30 because that was stupid early. I heard his alarm go off too. Alright, we don't need my redundancy. I turned off mine, and reset it for when I actually wanted to get myself up, and somehow didn't set set it. Not sure what happened.
I didn't hear a thing happening. Didn't hear Geoff who is usually so noisy in the morning getting ready to go to the gym, didn't hear Doug hit the shower, and come into the bedroom to get dressed. Didn't hear anyone feed Toffee.
Next thing I know it is 9am on the nose. Toffee is snoring and snuggled up behind my legs. Everyone else is out of the house. Huh.
I got up, went to the bathroom, did the blood sugar, the 9am steps, got the cup of coffee, came back to the bedroom and she was still in my bed looking like a tempting little baked potato wanting to warm my buns... but no.
Go to work.
Go to work.
I looked over to where Doug sits on the couch and his work laptop was sitting there. He left without his laptop. Doh.
He had a meeting scheduled with his boss and ... she's on vacation. Doh. He got a loaner computer at work and was able to put in plenty of time.
Meanwhile, here at home, I got a message from a friend who would be driving close by my house on the way back to NY. Would it be okay to have a visit? Sure thing!
It has been YEARS since we last saw each other. Back in 2011 when we drove to Ohio for a funeral.
Here's the blog entry on that. It put a smile on my face to look back on that trip and read about our adventures. But wow. What a long time ago that was and is.
We had a short but sweet visit, about an hour. I had a 4pm meeting that I couldn't punt. He was traveling with his partner who had work to do down in Virginia. She was sweet and wonderful and lovely, and I wish we had a lot more time together to chat.
Anyway. Good day overall. Very happy day.
Here is a picture of the three of us. His CG, and me. The other CG!
Digits below. Per usual.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. No exercise today, 5500 steps by bedtime
Today was a big day of getting shit done for Doug! Car appointment and stuff for our life insurance all buttoned up. Boom like that. I have a hard time sometimes when I feel like there's a thing he's supposed to be doing and he doesn't.
One of the things I wanted him to do was cut and kill this wild ass vine that was taking over the front of our house. I should have taken pictures of it. He said it was too hot (he's not wrong) so I suggested we hire our neighbor's landscapers to come do it. He was mad and said "no, I'm not going to pay someone to do something I'm perfectly capable of doing myself," huff snort.
Well then, do it? I mean. Okay. Do. It.
While I was in New England, he did it. It cooled off enough, so he was able to get out there and cut it all down. He said it was an absolute challenge.
Okay, but we could have ... paid guys?
Oh and I got so itchy and ....
Yeah, of course you did. You always do when you do yard work that intense, so I don't know maybe .... next time? I mean... Guys? Pay .... guys?
Anyway. It got done. Thank the Lord. And he did the car thing and the life insurance thing, and yay. Three big things done.
I'm not mad at him at all because I also have a hard time getting things done. I cannot process stuff and prioritize and do things. I can't get out of my own way. I feel like I'm doing things but when I stop and evaluate, no. Hardly a thing got accomplished.
Tomorrow Doug is going to the office. Geoff will be at work. I'll have the house to myself. Yay!
No picture. Digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. no exercise. 4200+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
9am: 198 5pm: 188 10:45pm: 185
food: coffee/water 11:45: roast beef & schmear of chive & onion cream cheese on toasted 647 multigrain bread; metformin 3pm: apple w/pb 6pm: 2 frozen burritos, w/avocado spread, cheddar cheese 8pm: some fritos and queso sauce red wine+diet ginger ale
Today is one of those days. I spent the bulk of the day sitting, waiting for a bunch of things from our sysadmin. He'll probably send them over later tonight, if I know him. I think he's a night owl. I am too. I have about 7 or 8 little bits of this project that I don't want to send out all at once, in case 3 of the 8 clients maybe have difficulty at the same time with this step. So I am parsing things out.
I sent one out, and haven't heard back. Which is somehow good? But I don't want to move to the next one until I have the details in my hands from the sysadmin, and, feel comfortable knowing client 1 was successful so I can maybe do clients 2 and 3 on the same day.
But it's quiet.
Not a lot of helpdesk tickets today, and only one meeting. No one was blowing up our messaging system to ask me big questions. A lot of people are out, I think.
I set up the dishwasher and turned it on around 2:30. There was a big pot in there, and the water spraying up into the pot was rhythmic and soothing. It had kind of a song. I felt slightly hypnotized in a way. So that was a good way to spend like a whole hour. Almost like a mindfulness/meditation session.
Doug had a meeting at 4, and I could hear him and his colleagues talking - he doesn't wear headphones so I can hear a lot of voices. Not what they're saying. That busted me out of my reverie, and I let the dog out. It stopped raining, and I knew she wanted to go out because the mail truck was parked across the street. She loves our mailman - his name is Dave, and he loves her.
What I maybe should have done was some cleaning, or work the puzzle. But I just. felt so relaxed today and wanted to just hit refresh on the helpdesk to load it again and see if there were any more replies or responses.
Doug ended up taking her for a walk when I didn't think he actually would, once his meeting was over. Combined with the fact it was raining a little, I didn't think Princess Pittie would want to go. But. She did!
I got dinner started and walked inside while the chicken was browning. Perfect use of that time.
I poured a mug of wine (yes. a MUG, I put ice in the wine because I'm classy like that, ya bastid). and just walked around singing to myself.
Geoff got home from work right when everything was done and ready.
Sometimes it just feels blissful to have that kind of a day. Just, relaxed.
Literally cannot believe tomorrow is October.
No photo, but digits.
digits
exercise: 11/12 hours. somehow missed 11am by probably a couple steps, guess i wasn't paying attention. 18 min. indoor walk. 5600+steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
9am: 165 4:30pm: 174 10:15pm: 164
food: coffee/water 11am: metformin 12:30pm: 3 slices of 647 italian bread done up french toast style (w/ about a tablespoon of syrup) 3:15pm: 10 pepperoni slices sandwiched w/chive and onion cream cheese; green olives 6:30pm: chicken parm, no pasta 7pm: metformin+jardiance 8pm: bag of popcorn 8:30pm: pbj sammitch on 647 multigrain (I guess i was hungry tonight) white wine + diet ginger ale
