Good eye, sniper

10pm, ish. Nightly. Toffee signals she wants to go out, I let her, go brush my teeth, take the blood sugar reading, go back down and let her in. Sometimes I'm a few steps away from 10k so I walk around the house while waiting for her. 

Then I grab a cup of water and my laptop and head upstairs for the nightly playtime. Toffee grabs a dead stuffed animal carcass, or one of her indestructible destroyed rope balls. And the entire second floor is back and forth, top speed, jump on the bed, turn around, flip around, I take the ball and throw it again, and we do it over and over. 

This lasts only a couple minutes. She is not like C's Frenchie who can do this same game for hours but on a tinier scale. And then Toffee crashes out, and I get ready for bed. 

She's hilarious because she knows what time 10pm is, and she knows it is playtime. And then we're in bed and that's a happy place.

Everyone needs ritual. 

Today I started feeling flat out exhausted around 1pm. I sat in a meeting and listened to my colleagues present findings on a thing they did and I was so impressed but also, it hurt my brain. What they did and worked on together was so good it actually makes me very scared for when I will have to do this very thing by end of summer once everyone is onboarded to our new product. I'm so thankful I have my work son side by side with me. And I'm sure between the two of us, we'll present something amazing. But it is just daunting to think of. 

I had a 3:30 meeting to teach someone how to undo some horrible stuff they did. They caught on fast and I let him drive while I narrated him through item by item. He was so thankful and said "I never would have figured that out."

Well, you might have if you read the actual help documentation for this action because word for word we built it the way it shoulda been built. But that's okay. We survived. 

Doug got on the treadmill at 5 right as I was tying my shoes to do so myself. I'm pretty passive and docile, and he hasn't done it for a couple days so I didn't bitch. I had things to do. Geoff made dinner and it was ready by the time Doug was finished with his time, 44 minutes. I wish I had that attention span. 

I didn't want to get on the treadmill. 

I did, and said okay fine, make it to 15 minutes. Okay you're at 10,  you're being a little slow today. Pick up that pace. Oh, this song by Coheed and Cambria is a good running song so, run. Pick up that pace. This is... Alright. Twenty minutes, well done. Keep jogging. 25 or 6 to 4 is a good pace for running. Go go go. 

You're at 26 minutes don't end on a dumb time. You should have stopped at 25 and now what, you can't go 4 more minutes? C'mon man. Do it.

30 minutes. 2.05 miles. a hair under 15 min pace. Not bad for someone who did not want to do this. 

But fuck that 44 minute bullshit that Doug did. 

Gah. Digits below and here's the Coheed and Cambria song that got me a 12 minute mile pace today. Are you in? or are you out? 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  Treadmill, 30 min/2.06 mi; 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 110
4:30pm: 101
10pm: 161

food & meds:
8am: jardiance+phentermine
noon: english muffin w/pb & low sugar j
2pm: 2 slices of muenster cheese w/ turkey slices 
3pm: hostess ding dong 
6:30pm: some sort of pork loin in a ginger sauce (very interesting) pierogis. White wine
8pm: ramekin cashews
9pm: met+glip