More Fun Tomorrow

I went to bed on the rather late side of things last night (after midnight, which is super late for me...). I could not fall asleep for the life of me. Struggled! I think it was about 3:30 and my still wide awake ass schlepped down to the bathroom and stayed down in the guest room. Decided on a podcast to listen to, and after another hour, fell asleep. I woke up to part 2 of the tale of the Amityville Horror, which I knew most of the story, having grown up not too far away, but it is still always fascinating to listen to. 

After I did manage to fall asleep, I slept in a bit, not too horribly, but still when you're aiming for 10k steps a day and you pretty much miss the first two hours of the day which can be close to 1000 steps, that'll hobble ya. Toffee had found me, and we were deep in snuggle. No hurry to get up. No hurry at all.

There were helpdesk things to do. I was waiting for an email from a third party provider for some content and they obviously honor the weekend and do not work on Saturdays. Bless them. My colleague assigned a bunch of tickets to me, so them being fresh and new and looking at me - I gave replies and took care of some "here's how you need to do it going forward" kinds of things. The day was a blur.

I forced myself to get on the treadmill when Doug went up to nap. I was so sorely tempted. but figured a nap would whack tonight's attempts at sleep right in the kneecaps. Treadmill, I see you. But I'm not making a big effort. I jogwalked, no real running there. Didn't even break 2 miles in a half hour. That's okay though - I did it. I made up for shortcomings by taking Toffee around the block. That's always a good 1500+ steps. And she loves it.

Geoff made French bread pizza for dinner, and while delicious, too much in the carbs universe. But. Delicious. I should have balanced that out with a protein shake or something but I felt super full, semi-bloated, and not interested in putting more stuff in my body. 

A thing I regret not going out today for any fun. I had plans in my head. There is there is a guy here in town who I met through the 100 mile challenge. He plays acoustic guitar and sings, and he had a gig right over at the brewery by my house. 6 to 8pm. And I didn't get my ass out the door. I was on the treadmill at 7. I was eating food at 7. I was feeling like a blob at 8. 

Next time Logan. Next time. 

After Toffee and I got back, I was still about 1000 steps short of the 10k. I told myself, eh. Close enough? But no, it is 9pm. You can do this. Do it. So Toffee and I came upstairs. She gets the zoomies at night, which is fun, and we had a ton of fun. I ran back and forth and threw the carcasses of a couple of her former stuffies, and she loves to grab them and throw them around. Easy 1000 steps. 

No picture today, but tomorrow. Tomorrow! We have more fun tomorrow!!!! 

Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  took it very easy today. very tired. Took the treadmill, 30 min/1.86 mi. Took a short toffee walk before some weather, 12 min/.43 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose: 

9:45am: 100
4pm: 140
10pm: 195

food & meds:

9:45am: jardiance, new meds
10am: oikos 000 yogurt w/ crushed up oats & honey granola bar
11:30am: small bowl of mac & cheese
1pm: met+glip
4:15: ramekin of mixed nuts
7pm: 2 pieces of french bread pizza w/ shrooms and red/orange peppers (meatless)
7:30pm: met+glip
No alcohol

A matter of taste

Geoff went to Target to get the dry goods and sundry things, and he brought back some sort of ring dings or ding dong kind of things. 

I got home from a doctor's appointment (blood draw, and knee X-ray) and they were in the cabinet so I figured ,,, eh. My blood sugar read "normal"ish for me, I'm hungry, those are there. 

It is kind of funny, but they don't taste right. And I know I sound like some sort of Andy Rooney old fart type of person (and if you are reading this and do not know who Andy Rooney is, bless you, you sweet sweet summer child) but really. 

They just taste like, meh. The chocolate is waxy, the cakey part isn't soft and moist, and the creamy filling leaves a lot to be desired. When I was a youth, I could eat a box of these tasty chocolate hockey pucks in a sitting. They came wrapped in a tin foil, which I'd take, and flatten out, and stack more tin foil wrappings on each other after chowing down and chowing down, and chowing down some more. Then I'd make a big ball of the tin foil, and squish it. I'd sometimes bite down on it (yeah, I was a fuckin' weirdo kid, I know) and it would hurt my teeth. Nice. 

Anyway. I honestly don't ever need to have another one of these. If I can have sugar/carbs from a lovely piece of artisanal bread, or a fresh peach, yeah. That's the way to go.

Jess called me tonight just before 10, so I took them for a walk, while they also walked their dog. Two hours later.... time for bed. 

But hey, the blood sugar is nice and low tonight, even with that snacky cake. Digits below! 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill 30min/2.04 mi; walk and talk w/Jess, 30 min/ 1.38 mi; 13k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose: 

9:45am: 140
5pm: 115
11:30pm: 85

food & meds:

9:45am: jardiance, new meds
12:30: bowl of chicken salad made with the left over peruvian chicken Geoff made, cream cheese, mayo
1:45pm: met+glip
5:15: hostess snacky cake
7pm: marinaded steak w/ guac and shredded cheese; white wine
8:30pm: met+glip 

A Little High

I woke pretty early for my doctor's appointment and had a good chat about all the things. The one thing I'm concerned about is the higher than regular or recent blood sugars. I've worked so hard y'all. Tiny cheats here and there, yeah. Cookie baking. Mac & Cheese but always extra protein. Always. And my blood sugar has been ... decent. 

My doctor said the new meds should also be lowering my blood sugar, if anything. But this week has been a little anxiety ridden. 

I told her that next week I'm going to send her the digits from the bottom of these pages, the digits I've diligently kept. And see what she has to say. 

Tomorrow she wants me to go get my bloodwork done, check the A1c (and I have to get my PT/INR anyway). So I'll dip out of work at 3, run the 30 miles over to the facility to get things done. 

I also talked to her about my knee pain. My right knee has been hurting like heck, even with stretching, and even with not running at all for over a week, just walking. In the past I've gotten cortisone shots, and the last one was 2022. I'm eligible for another one.  I need an X-ray first and then an ortho consult.

Me: I signed up for a 5k, literally one month from tomorrow.
Her: Well! We want you to do that! So let's help you feel better and you can train and win! 

Lady, I'm so not going to "win" anything, I just want to complete and finish. And I hope they have some adorable commemorative swag for us. Because honestly, that's all I want. Swag. 

We had a giant thunderstorm this afternoon. I was on a conference call with my work son, and I thought at one point I may have to shut my computer down because we'd lose power and internet. It was intense. The dog and the Doug were going bonkers. He had her all fired up about it, and they went on the porch and she NOPE Nope nope noped right back into the house. I was trying to talk and be present, but there was too much fun happening! 

We didn't lose power and the storm was over by the time I was done. The client we're working with is wonderful and hilarious, and it was just the kind of thing that warmed my heart to the bottom of my feet. 

That's about it. Oh - my friend here in town sent me this hilarious picture of two ads on a news site, and she said "I think I'm losing my mind - I wondered, why is that woman's body so small?" 

She thought I'd like it, and I do. 

Hope you like it too. 

Digits below! 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill, 30 min/2 mi. 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose: 

7:45am: 130
5pm: 136
10:30pm: 180 

food & meds:

7:45am: jardiance, new meds
10:30am: last slice of sourdough bread, toasted
11:45am: small bowl of mac & cheese and leftover cheesesteak fixings (onions, peppers, mushrooms) 
12:45pm: met+glip
2:45pm: 6 m&ms (last in the bag, cleaning the pantry)
5pm: handful of mixed nuts
6:15pm: bowl of tortellini w/marinara sauce, meatless
7:15pm: met+glip 
white wine

It Depends

One of my co-workers and his wife welcomed a new baby yesterday. The past couple of weeks have been incredibly challenging because he works on a quarterly thing that dovetails to my project, and his thing is not a fun thing, but it is a legal thing. And wooof. Whoa. And the deadline for our clients to submit records for this quarterly thing was yesterday. Perfect timing, little baby. 

His boss (a new boss to him due to a department reorganization,  but a coworker we've all had for over a year) is doing his job now and we've been ramping up to this. But that doesn't mean we're ready for him to be completely unreachable. A lot of things that the original guy, the m has complained about for years are being exposed, and now his new boss is in a position to hopefully fix the fuck out of processes and situations that have just been allowed to happen for years and years. 

Watching him in meetings, he's a great guy and a lot of fun, but his tolerance for people's bullshit answers is incredibly low. The "Well, it depends on what the xyz thing is," answers make his head explode.

"Okay, it depends. It depends on what? Tell me the dependencies. Are there 3? 6? 12? Why are there dependencies? What can we do to cut down on these dependencies that end up impacting almost a whole population of things? And when can we do it by?"

It is a thing of beauty to behold, and I love watching him just go at it. 

We're all on the same team here, there are three departments involved, but we're all on one team. 

I had my 1:1 with my manager today and he's going on vacation Friday afternoon for two whole weeks. I feel like we have pretty much turned the corner on the chaos, but I dread not having him available.  

We discussed how I've always wanted to know how this project thing worked, and I've run into obfuscations from the other teams, usually director level, "why do you need to know that?" is a popular response to me asking something. 

Um. Because I need to put into words to the client why this isn't going to happen, or, why they have to do something some way. So I need to understand it. 

I let my manager know that 2 people in particular have been really huge road blocks to me, and he laughed and said "Oh, I know. I have heard that before!"  

Part of me thinks this is great that my co-worker and Mrs. Co-worker are off having their baby and parental leave time, because I know everything that he has had to struggle with every quarter will hopefully now be thrust into the spotlight, by his boss, and we'll get some sort of massive restructuring of the process for him.

"Maybe when he comes back, his job will be so massively different and better, and wonderful..." I said to my manager, and he said he hopes so too. 

It's so hard to try to get things done sometimes, when people don't want to work with you to fix a thing that is so obviously messy. 

Sigh. 

I had a meeting with a client today. He and another client share a first name, and in my little brain, I thought I was meeting with Guy #1 when really it was Guy #2. 

When I sent the meeting invite out, I had the wrong company name on it, but Guy #2 didn't call me out on it. "I saw that," he said, "I know that other guy. He's great. Sorry you're meeting with me and not him!" 

It was a good chat. Good meeting. Very fun. 

One of the things I really love about my job is the meetings with these clients. I love teaching them how to use things. I love seeing them click and get it. I love helping them realize they've been doing something wrong for so long that now... it's a miracle, this is how to do it and it is changing my life. 

I finished up, made some roasted potatoes to go with Geoff's dinner (some sort of marinade for chicken that he found in a cookbook, like he does), and we had a nice dinner. I needed 1500 steps to get to 10k, so I figured at 8ish I would take Toffee for a walk around the block. 

We had a short walk because there were cats out there. And she cannot resist trying to catch cats. 

So I brought her disappointed disobedient ass home. Finished up my steps in the house. 

I wanted to share this picture yesterday and forgot. We have some lettuce! I've never tried to grow lettuce. 

 I do have to say I'm happy to see that they are coming up, but, if I had to feed my family over the winter nothing we're growing would be helpful, so we just plan on enjoying what we have while we have it. 

Not sure why no one is in the middle though. Weird. 

Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 25 min treadmill, 1.6 mi. cut it short for dinner; 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose: *see note below

9:30am: 145
4:15pm: 159
10:30pm: 144 

food & meds:

9:30am: jardiance, new meds
12:30pm: english muffin w/pb & low sugar j
2pm: met+glip
7pm: grilled chicken breast w/some little tiny roasted potatoes and a salad
8pm: met+glip

*side effects of new medication: "May impact blood sugar." I am going to be talking to the doctor about this because nothing I'm doing/eating would cause the readings to be as high as they are today/yesterday. hmmmmmmm

An early start

This morning, Doug had a very early conference call at 7, and had to be on camera. As a result, I had to be out of bed. 

It is cute when a pet is sleeping behind you, not so much when your spouse is splayed out in their panties and a Guster T-shirt they've owned since 2005. 

I woke up at 5:30 organically, went down to pee and turned on the coffee pot. Doug got up at 6:30 and I informed him the coffee was on and ready for him. He was thankful. Toffee and I cuddled for another 20 minutes until I finally roused myself out of bed, put on proper bottoms, and headed downstairs. 

Not wanting to actually start working, for the love of God, no... I loaded the dishwasher. As many know, normally, I hate dishes in the sink overnight but last night wasn't an option. Then, I opted to check out the world outside. Too humid to sit out and drink coffee but finally a decent temperature. 

For the past several days, I've set the Monstera out there to soak up the heat and humidity, and I think it loves it. A few nights I've left her out there, it's been hot enough so I haven't been worried. 

I noticed the leaves are making some moisture of their own lately. Pretty little drops that I couldn't resist taking pictures of. 

The morning was misty, not rainy, not drizzling, just kind of damp in the air. I knew I needed to stake the tomatoes up, so I figured eh... right now's as good a time as any so I got my sticks and twine and some scissors out. 

I took care of the tomatoes, which were somewhat beaten down a bit from the wind over the weekend. Everyone looks fine and growing nicely. We surveyed the other plants, everything is doing nicely. 

Farmer Chris, proud.

Toffee and I went inside as the misty turned more dripply. 

I caught a shower, and was ready for working at my usual time. Perfection! 

Kind of interesting to get up early and get a few things done for a change instead of slugging around exhausted and sleepy. 

It was a busy day, and I had was thinking of going to this fun event in downtown with a July 4th time capsule opening but then didn't feel like going out now that it was for real raining. My friend in town said they set up a new one to open in 50 years. She put things in specifically for her son, and hopes he'll be there to get them.

How sweet! 

I ended my very busy workday with some trash talking with my work son, he had some need to trash talk and I'm always here for it. Geoff started making dinner and I hit the treadmill. Thought about going all the way to 5k but got about 2/3-ish of the way there and said "meh." 

But I got to watch my "workout partner" as she watched the world. We put her dog bed there, and she likes to look at things. A couple days ago an orange cat came and sat down and stared at her! She lost her shit. I would too. 

Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill, 30 min/2 mi. 10k+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

7am: 112
4:15pm: 127
10pm: 190 

food & meds:

7am: jardiance, new meds
10am: bowl of greek yogurt w/a sliced up peach and some blueberries, a lil'sprinkle of splenda; met+glip
2pm: english muffin w/pb
6pm: some rigatoni dish by Geoff (pancetta, onions, mushrooms?) ; 2 cookies from Aldi
7:30pm: met+glip
diet ginger ale
no alcohol

Verification and Certificates

When we lived in Massachusetts, Geoff had a job with a company that did inventory in stores. It was an overnight job, and he had to travel with a team, stay at a hotel, get up before 5am, be in the lobby, and go to different stores. They had these things that looked like Star Trek guns and they'd count stuff. 

He had many adventures. 

Somehow, either they reached out to him or he reached out to them and they have work here in this area of the world so he is going to work for them. I told him this is great, I do not have a problem with this, since he feels like he needs to have a job if he is going to apply for anything like an apartment or a credit card. He's still spinning his wheels on a credit card and having a credit history and all that. 

Anyway,  he says to me, "I have a form online that has to be completed to prove my citizenship and stuff, so I need someone to be a witness for it."

Okay. I can do that I guess. Ask them if they'll take me? He did and they said yes. 

It was the I-9 form that we all need to complete for jobs and usually an HR person would do that for you. I was surprised they didn't ask for pictures of the items, but, whatever. I filled it out for him. A passport (item from column A) or 2 items from column B so a birth certificate and driver's license .

And the thing is, I knew exactly where his birth certificate was. I keep all the important identification documents all in the same place, together. Car titles, title to the house, all 4 birth certificates, I have a copy of my dad's death certificate, I think. So mission accomplished. 

I am not sure though, why do I have 10 copies of my marriage certificate? How'd that happen? Weird. 

Anyway, he's all set, verified, available for work whenever they tell him to show up. As long as it isn't tomorrow or Wednesday. Our car is going in the shop, and we'll need this car to get to and fro the mechanic. 

Today is my buddy Aaron's birthday. I think he is 51. I lose track of how old people are sometimes. I'm thinking of all the crazy crazy July 4th and Aaron Birthday fun we had back in the day. I miss him. Anyway. Here's a picture of Aaron and Geoff from the long ago times. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill, 20 min. Dinner was ready and I was hungry so I stopped. 20 min/1.39 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:15am: 130
4:30pm: 116
10:30pm: 125

food & meds:

8:15am: jardiance, new meds
1pm: pb& low sugar j on 647 white bread; met+glip
2:45pm: slices of white cheddar on 6 herbed crackers
6:30pm: cheesesteak filling (meat, cheese, onions, mushrooms) a few spicy french fries
7pm: met+glip
no alcohol 

July 4 weekend wrap up

Saturday and Sunday entry

After over a year on the Phentermine and approximately 10 lbs lost overall, my doctor and I changed it up and she prescribed a combo of a couple things. This is new to me. I have instructions on how to take them both for a week, then increase a week later, and a week after that, weighing myself to see if I lose anything during the first three weeks. If I do, I just keep going. 

One of the medications has a note saying "may cause sleepiness." Not ... drowsiness like most medications have a warning. 

Will keep an eye on that. 

Saturday was hot again, and my plants are bearing the brunt of that. Geoff went to the market quickly and got grillables for us for dinner, and he took care of cooking right before the weather did things. 

We had some storms blow in and they caused a lot of damage nearby, but our town was north of it. 

And it all cleared out so the neighborhood could do its thing. 

Local Dads (I can only assume it wasn't local moms) were shooting off fireworks all around us. Behind us, things that sounded like bombs but we couldn't see any sort of sky display. Across the road by a couple blocks and up at the end of our street, lots of sky action. We stood out and watched the happenings. 

Compared to the relative lack of activity in the neighborhood on the third while the Official Town show was happening a few blocks away, these folks went at it. 

Doug said our end of the block was too quiet, he felt like he was letting America down. I told him he was definitely not letting America down.

We stayed up late to watch the TV fireworks and Doug found a channel that was moving from city to city. Boston's show was really amazing, Chicago was kind of dull (at one point Doug said "you can shoot up more than one at a time, Chicago, come ON).  Nashville really blew everyone away (not literally). Boston had drones and then fireworks, Nashville's had both at the same time. Impressive. And it looked like a really cool place to go watch them. Note to self for a future trip...??

I wonder if we'll get to a point culturally where fireworks won't actually be a thing but drones just will. I guess in fire-ravaged areas like Colorado and Utah, perhaps that's a real incentive. But everywhere else? Will they always still shoot flaming stuff up into the sky on the fourth? In 50 years will songs written in this and an earlier era about fireworks and the July 4th holiday not make any sense to people? Things I ponder in life.

Then we watched the USA's official show since it was weather delayed. 

In DC, they had to evacuate the National Mall because of storms (like we had, only it got over there an hour or so later) and I guess it was a bit of a shit show. The current POTUS (shan't speak of him much) did a big speech and presentation that I think I really would have liked if someone else did it. And yeah, go ahead and say "Oh Chris, he can't do anything right can he? You'd dislike him if he handed you a beautiful basket of puppies," and yes I would. 

The puppies would probably look good on the surface but have worms or something. 

Anyway, I went to bed after he brought out the Artemis II crew, I couldn't listen any more. Doug said I made a mistake - the fireworks show was impressive and super weird. 

Most fireworks shows have a band playing the USA hits by Sousa. This musical offering was singers and a rock band (all from the military branches) performing what he called "no songs you don't know!" like Don't Stop Believin' and Sweet Caroline, and weirdly 25 or 6 to 4... which he thinks was picked for 250, 25....0h... six to ... Maybe. But a super weird option. 

I heard him laughing his ass off, and thought he was laughing at the pre-fireworks presentation but. No. He said he called me to come down but didn't make a big effort to disturb me. I fell asleep pretty quickly in my POTUS and Fireworks free zone. 

Sunday morning I woke up kind of early, didn't do much. The new meds do indeed make me sleepy and I dozed on the couch. I thought maybe we'd go out somewhere but that didn't materialize. I went out and watered the garden because the forecast was for storms south of us. We got hammered about a half hour later. Ope. Poor plants but... yay water? 

I went on the treadmill when Doug took a nap, and pushed myself to keep going past the half hour I usually do, to log a 5k effort. 

Last night I had a dream where a comedian I like was yelling at me that running 5k on a treadmill is NOTHING like running a 5k out in the world. NOTHING! He kept insisting and yelling at me. I won't link to his profile or anything but it was such a random weird thing to have this guy's face and voice in my head giving me shit. 

Dream comedian is probably right, I should really try and do this out there in the world but until then, I need to build up my tolerance and my attention span again. 

My friend from town here that I met in the parks & rec challenge has been doing 2 or 3 5k races per week. PER WEEK. She did a bunch in the brutal heat, I couldn't even imagine. She also said to never do a color fun-run because your sweat turns the chalk into concrete on your body and in your hair, and it refuses to come out. 

She said she looks like a smurf. hilarious. 

Anyway, I'm publishing this on Monday having totally brain farted on doing it over the weekend. 

2 days of digits below, and here's the evidence of my efforts on the 5k front. 

Saturday digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  Treadmill run, 30 min/2 mi; 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

7:30am: 132
4:30pm: 134
11pm: 92

food & meds:

7:30am: jardiance
10am: the new meds
10:30am: english muffin w/pb & low sugar jelly
1:15pm: roast beef, macaroni salad, met+glip
6pm: cheeseburger over mixed green salad w/cherry tomatoes, deviled egg potato salad
white wine

Sunday digits

exercise: 10/12 hours, slept through 9am and somehow missed 4pm? Ran 5k on the treadmill (getting back to it) 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 116
5pm: 91
10:45pm: 220 (see dinner+after dinner)

food & meds:

8am: jardiance, new meds
2pm: tuna salad on 647 white bread toasted w/iceberg lettuce and slab of tomato; met+glp
6pm: 2 big slices of buffalo chicken pizza
7pm met+glip
8pm: big handful of M&Ms (to get the bag out of the kitchen) 
no alcohol

Hey Baby it's the third of july

(forgot to hit submit last night!!!)

Today's title is an homage to Robert Ear Keen's song Fourth of July, but ... it isn't yet. Still, it gets in my head every time this part of the year rolls around. 

This morning I woke up at 7, and was surprised to have gone the whole way through the night without waking up. Toffee didn't follow me downstairs expecting breakfast, so I went back up and got back in bed. 7am on an observed holiday, no. I'm not up for the day. 

Next thing I knew it was well after 10, I figured eh... I'll just rest my eyes for another couple minutes and get up. And then it was 11:30. 

Must have needed it, I guess. 

I came downstairs and Doug was listening to John Philip Sousa songs on Spotify. "Best time of year to listen to Sousa," he says to me. I've always liked Sousa, reminds me of high school marching band. He said a lot of people dislike Sousa because of how the military has used/co-opted his songs for their purposes. I never really thought of it that way, and I can't hold it against him when the Liberty Bell is Monty Python's theme song. To me, that would be the redeeming connection. Screw the military, long live the "IT'S" man at the beginning of each episode as the song starts. 

I checked the helpdesk, looked at the tickets, groaned. I'm not working today. I did get a direct email from a client who said other clients are unable to find and pull his content into their version of the application, but I think they just don't know how to do it. 

One of the big things I need to do is write up instructions on how to do this. It is the exact same process as the old application but I'm surprised to see how many people just do not know how to do the process. Maybe I'll do that at some point this weekend. Lord knows I'm not going outside. 

We had a lazy day. Doug went out to weed a little bit and came back inside after 20 minutes and took a big nap. I hit the treadmill. 

We had discussed going up to the park for the fireworks, but realized... hey. Maybe we can just see them from our yard. Turns out you can. Our entire street was full of families having parties and cook outs, and local fireworks for about an hour before the big show. 

The view was great. No camera photos, because my phone camera sucks. But we enjoyed it greatly. I guess tomorrow night there are fireworks downtown at the baseball field. Maybe we'll go to town if our fave foodrinkery is open? 

Who knows. Maybe we'll just chillax here for another day. 

Digits below a picture of my dog who absolutely is unbothered by explosions. 

digits

exercise: 10/12 hours.  Missed 9 and 10am, slept in. Treadmill, 30 min/1.84 mi. a couple small measurable walks around the house and yard. 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

11:30am: 165
5:30pm: 150
11pm: 190

food & meds:

11:30am: jardiance
11am: coffee w/Atkins chocolate shake mixed in
3:15pm: met+glip
3:45pm: roast beef & gouda on 647 white bread
6pm: 2 bratwurst & a bunch of macaroni salad; beer. Last of the M&M cookies
9:30pm: met+glip
a couple more fireworks watchin' beers

non-entry

Just entering the digits after a long and semi-frustrating day but a 2 hour yap with Linz at the end of the day made me happy. 

digits below. more interesting entry tomorrow, maybe. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. treadmill run, 20 min/1.35 mi; end of day 10 min walk/.45 mi; 11k+ steps by bedtime 

blood glucose:

7:30am: 83
4:45pm: 94
11pm: 185

food & meds:

7:30am: jardiance (stopping phentermine, starting new meds soon)
8am: M&M cookie
12:30pm: turkey and swiss on 647 white bread; met+glip
6:15pm: small bowl of left over baked ziti; white wine
7pm: met+glip; another M&M cookie; more white wine

Baked Potato Baked Cookies

10pm and I am finishing for the day. I find that during the morning my brain doesn't kick into high gear until maybe 11am, noon. By 2 pm I am firing on every cylinder and if I don't have to cook dinner, I'm full on with it for hours and hours. Today I took a break and did the treadmill for a bit, and came back to do things. 

I also find in the evenings there are no meetings and no interruptions, so I can actually focus. I have to submit tickets to the devs when I can't fix something, which means I have to log into their system, while i'm in my system, and copy/paste things from me to them to submit them. And it can be confusing and messy. 

So it feels good to get to the end of a day and close the laptop. Unless I have an entry to catch up on. Like tonight. 

I don't just work work work, I do take breaks. You know I need to do steps, and sometimes I do steps while I bake cookies too. I have been threatening to make Pan Banging cookies for Geoff, and today he left super early for school orientation. So I woke up and puttered around and made cookie dough. 

That lil'baked potato in action... Toffee wanted to go out so I went with her and it was so incredibly hot. I thought about watering the garden but opted instead to go back in. 

I've had dogs who have loved to be outside in the absolute freezing cold. Toffee just wants to be outside in the heat. She spreads out like a pancake and just soaks in the sun. She then totally ignores me when I try to call her in. I spend a few minutes working, then go check her, then work, then check. If I'm in a meeting sometimes I walk around the house with my camera off, carrying the computer, and I check her. 

Gets me some extra steps. Eventually she comes in, but it's a little hassle to deal with her hot nonsense. 

I baked the cookies from the dough I made right before Geoff got home so it was a treat for him.

This recipe calls for making dough balls and chilling them, so I can do this all in stages and it works out. Make dough, do work. Make balls to chill, do work. Bake cookies, do work while cookies bake. 

I realized my large ice cream scoop that I use for these big cookies is broken so I ordered a new one, and made as well good as I could with this one and a small spatula.

They are beauties when they come out.

At about 7:30pm, I went out and watered the garden. Doug went to the gas station and got oil for the Mini. Toffee came out with me and watched. She hates to have the hose squirted at her, but you'd think that'd feel nice on a super duper hot day. 

I was roasting hot, so hot. I need to do some weeding, and I'm looking forward to this time next week when the temps will drop into the lower 80s. I'll head out then and get them weeds. 

Digits down below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill, 20 min/1.24 mi; 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 135
4:15pm: 237
11pm: 116

food & meds:

9am: jardiance + phentermine
12:30pm: big bowl of BLT salad
1pm: met+glip
7pm: small bowl of baked ziti w/ricotta, mushrooms, ground beef; met+glip
white wine