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.
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
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