I remembered to take a picture of
the thermometer in my bedroom yesterday
afternoon. The outdoor sensor is on the
back bedroom windowsill on the north
facing, shaded side of the house. It said
it was 30.2° C out there. Inside my south
facing room, that had been soaking up the
sun all morning, it was 30.9° C. It is
perhaps fortunate that at this time of
year the sun is so high that it can't
really shine through the window, and that
might take the edge off it....but maybe
not much, if at all.
When I got home I was probably
suffering from sun stroke, and I was
definitely dehydrated. My weight was the
lowest I think I have ever seen in it
kilograms. After two pints of chilled
orange juice, plus a tub of low(ish)
calorie/low(ish) sugar ice cream, my
weight was still looking quite good !
I felt very tired during the
afternoon, and the dehydration had given
me a mild headache which slowly faded
after a while. I suspect I may have a bit
of sunburn, but it has given no discomfort
- yet. I have a nasty feeling that it is
going to be a bit painful when I take a
shower. I probably ought to turn the
temperature of the water down. The
annoyance with that is that I will have to
turn it back up in a few days as this peak
in temperature fades into memory.
I didn't really eat much more than
the ice cream until dinner time when I had
a grilled cod salad. I'm not sure why, but
it didn't seem as nice as the last time I
had something similar. Maybe there was too
much cucumber in last night's salad, or
maybe I slightly over cooked the cod. It
could have been terribly healthy, but I
washed it down with beer - including two
bottles of extra strong Belgium beer. I
think that beer would have some
consequences this morning, but nothing
notable last night.
The last thing I did last night was
to water the garden. I didn't think I
could trust the forecast rain to do the
job today, and it seems I guessed right.
Despite the sweltering heat, I had very
little trouble getting to sleep last
night, and I think I was asleep before it
was fully dark...maybe around 10pm. I am
not sure how well I slept. I am sure I
dreamed a lot, but no memories of those
dreams seem to have survived. Like the
previous night, I woke up feeling a bit
cool at around 3am. Once I turned off the
fan I felt more than sufficiently warm !
This morning my blood glucose is
back to average, and I think I blame that
sweet beer for that (but it was nice).
Average isn't bad though. It is just that
I would prefer to bring my average down a
bit more - lower reading usually suggest a
bit of weight loss is happening. Happily
enough, despite the level not being as low
as I might desire, the scales still showed
a very friendly reading this morning.
Until something comes along to mess things
up, it does seem possible that the trend I
thought I had spotted, more out of
optimism than science, that I may be over
one of those periods where my weight gets
stuck, and it is back to slowly,
agonisingly slowly, going down again.
Today I have three rather vague
plans. The first is to try and having a
shower without stirring up and sun burn,
and feeling like I am pouring boiling
water over the reddened bits. The second
plan is to go to the corner shop where I
hope they will have taken delivery of the
latest New Scientist. My third plan is a a
lot more tentative. I think I am going out
for a walk again. I doubt it will be a
long walk, but you can never tell. If I
feel good it could be a long walk, but if
the air feels "sticky", and hard to
breathe, and/or if my feet feel
uncomfortable, it could be a short walk,
or even no walk at all.