As
usual, the BBC and Met Office
forecasts are a bit different.
The BBC thinks there will be non
stop sunny spells until full
sunshine from 5pm until sunset
at 9pm. The Met Office say full
sunshine for a few hours this
morning, and that will be
followed by some sunny spells,
the occasional hour of full
sunshine, and a few hours with
no sunshine. Both forecasters
say it should be warm with the
temperature rising to 21° C. As
seems to be happening far too
frequently this spring and
summer, one good day will be
followed by one or more dull wet
days. The Met Office say
tomorrow will be bright, but
there will still be light rain
almost all day. The BBC predict
a mix of sunny spells and light
rain. The temperature may
rise to 18 or 19° C.
Although I had
hopes that yesterday might be a
nice day, the weather forecasts
partly put paid to that, and I
just didn't feel like doing
anything. Some was a legacy of a
poor night's sleep, and some was
ultimately the depressing
defects of dull weather, and
feeling it should be warmer.
There is not much to tell
about yesterday. I half
heartedly tried to control my
eating, but more in terms of
what I ate rather than how much
I ate. In terms of the "what", I
does seem I made some wise
choices, but it was a headache
trying to keep the quantity
down, and on the whole I would
say I failed at that. The cold
and dull light, plus being
bored, made eating far too
tempting to completely resist.
After writing yesterday's
electronic diary (what you are
reading now) I felt tired after
all the sleep disturbances
during the night, and I laid on
my bed to quietly read before
ending up having a snooze. By
then it seemed almost gloomy
outside, although in reality
there were still a few small
patches of blue in the sky, but
I still completely ruled out
going anywhere outside, not even
to the nearest shops, and with
the chance of visitors near
zero, I couldn't even be
bothered to wash.
It was midday by then,
and I felt the urge for some
lunch. Had it been bright, warm
and sunny I may have had very
little, or even nothing, but I
ended up eating 5 mini beef
pasties, and a whole (small) tub
of potato salad. Maybe it was
tainted with guilt, or maybe it
just wasn't the right
accompaniment to mini beef
pasties, but I didn't really
enjoy that potato salad. I think
it was only a couple of hours
later that no distractions drove
me to eat two small packets of
crisps.
I was saved from further
eating for several hours by a
phone call from my friend Keith.
We only speak on rare-ish
occasions, and the long gaps
usually mean there is a lot of
gossip and news to exchange.
Providing he doesn't go off on
one of his long and boring
monologues about mobile phones -
latest types, news about the
networks, where all his new
local masts are, etc - then his
calls are usually interesting,
and can, and did last for hours
- 3 hours and 27 minutes
yesterday !
It was close on
dinnertime when we finished the
call, and it seemed eating it a
little earlier than usual, say
6pm instead of up to an hour
later, might be beneficial to
reduce the chance of any acid
reflux just as I am trying to go
to sleep. A combination of a
very slightly earlier dinner,
and an unusually late night, did
seem to reduce any acid reflux
down to zero. In a way that is a
bit lucky because my dinners was
bigger and richer than it should
have been.
I could have build a far
better salad, but I had a Tesco
ready made one in the fridge
that had an eat by date of the
previous date. It was a tomato
and mozzarella with a sort of
bulgar wheat mash hidden
under the salad leaves. I had
decided I didn't like those
salads, and will be buying no
more, but it wasn't to bad once
I customised it with a heap of
grated cheddar, and a large
spoonful (two actually) of Tesco
coleslaw. It was the two added
things that made it seem so
rich, and potentially a cause of
acid reflux.
It wasn't long after
dinner that I had what could be
called a delayed dessert, except
it wasn't really a dessert. It
was the rest of the mini beef
pasties. This time I ate them
without heating them up, and
they seemed stodgier, but
otherwise nicer. It was as
if heating them up, like I did
to the first ones I ate, seemed
to boil off the beefy flavours,
and so they smelled nice, but
seemed a bit tasteless. Eating
them cold did seem to preserve a
bit of a beefy taste - but not
much, and that is not surprising
because the filling was probably
no bigger than a level
teaspoon's worth.
There were a few things
on TV to semi amuse me last
night. One thing was an hour of
Secrets of The London
Underground. It was an episode
from season one, and I had seen
it before, and I think I have a
saved copy of it. That was
followed by an episode of The
Avengers. It was an episode I
think I have a copy of, but I
couldn't remember watching it
before. That helped to make it
much better entertainment.
I think The Avengers
finished at 10pm, but I didn't
go straight to bed. I seemed to
feel like staying up a bit. I
passed some time reading a few
things on the internet, and also
tackling the Evening Standard
crossword which Jodie had given
me on Thursday. In fact it has
two crosswords, one designated
"quick", and the other "easy",
but with a choice of cryptic
clues with probably different
answers. I did the quick and the
easy crosswords. I gave up with
just a couple of missing answers
on both of them - probably not
too bad for late night, and
starting to feel tired.
After reading in bed for
a while I finally turned the
light out a little before
midnight. I was so tired by then
that I fell asleep quite
quickly, and fully (except for
my head) under the duvet with no
heating on. Two hours later I
woke up with my pillow feeling
damp from sweat, and with it
feeling almost chilly when I got
up to go for a small pee. Before
I went for that pee I turned the
heater on full, but turned it
low again when I came back to
bed.
I think I slept the rest
of the night with the heater on
low. Last night was one of the
coldest night we have had
lately, and I guess the heater
was justified. In my last hours
of sleep I seemed to have loads
of dreams. I think they were
strings of very short dreams
remembered as one despite each
being a different "story",
albeit sometimes flowing a
common theme. That theme last
night was about pirate radio,
but I don't I have enough
memories about those dreams to
attempt a coherent description
of them.
This morning I would seem
to be 200gm heavier, but so far
I have not had a poo, and it is
entirely feasible that a decent
one could weigh 300gm ! Despite
what I ate yesterday, there is
one indication that I was
getting into weightloss
territory - good blood glucose
readings. The Contour meter read
a medium low of 7.7mmol/l. The
GlucoRX meter read 7.6mmol/l,
and the Sinocare meter read
7.9mmol/l. That is a fairly
tight grouping of readings, and
so I think it is a pretty
accurate reading of my my blood
glucose level, and confirmation
that my eating choices must have
been fairly good.
This morning, between
9.23 and 11.23am I am expecting
a beer delivery. We ordered the
beers during out boozing session
on Thursday afternoon, and so
the seller, Left Field
Beer Ltd, seems to have a nice
fast service. The only negative
thing is that Jodie selected
almost all the beers, and I am
guessing at least half of them I
will find to be undrinkable
cloudy, sour and nasty stuff.
Once the beers are safely
delivered I am going to have
another go at persuading myself
to go out and frolic in the
sunshine. Depending on things
like engineering work closing
some lines, my ultimate target
is still to get to Colindale
station on The Northern Line, to
photograph it before the old
station building is demolished
for a new soulless glass and
concrete monstrosity, and even
the below ground passages
changed and refurbished. Maybe I
won't go further than a walk in
a local park, and maybe I won't
even do that. As usual, I will
make it all up as I go along.
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