No Walkies

My mom called me at 4:30pm and blew up my ears for an hour. Doug came up to take Toffee for a walk and honest to God I would have gone with him if I wasn't on the phone with her. 

I worry about her mentally sometimes. I won't get into it, but she said some interesting things and I was slightly stunned by the bananapants things coming out of her mouth. She's so contrary (mom, why don't you just call them and ask, I say. No, I want to go and ask in person. Okay then fucking GO ASK IN PERSON, jesus lady why are you bitching to me about shit???) 

Doug left. I put dinner on the grill. I had plenty of time I could be doing steps but paid attention to the grillables, Dinner was delicious. 

I thought our neighbors were coming over with their puppy but we rescheduled for tomorrow. I'll have dinner done, ready, eaten by 5:30 so we can have good outside time. 

It's getting dark early, and friends, we know what happens on Sunday. Even Darker. 

After dinner, Geoff baked cookies, we kind of made up our own peanut butter cookie recipe, and it was wonderful. Hard not to eat 90 cookies, I swear. But I did have more than I should. 

I could have gone for a walk, but I cleaned up from Cookies, and got dishes going and laundry going. Before I knew it was after 9:30 and not willing to go for a walk. 

Good day all around otherwise. Digits below miss Toffee.

digits

exercise: 11/12 hours. Missed 1pm by probably a step or two. I was making a marinade in the kitchen and it was suddenly 2pm). No measurable walk. 5k steps by bedtime.

blood glucose:

9am: 183
4:30pm: 163
10:30pm: 208 

food:
coffee/water
10:45am: giant slab of banana bread
12:30pm: Metformin, grilled gouda & turkey on super seed bread (rather high carbs overall but ... super seeds). 
6pm: Grilled marinaded chicken thighs (yogurt, dill, oregano, olive oil, garlic, lemon juice), cuke/tomato/red onion salad w/tzatziki, grilled peppers
7pm: metformin+jardiance
3 beers
4 peanut butter/cocoa cookies from geoff