09:09 BST

  There was more sunshine and sunny spells forecast for yesterday than we actually got. However, there was some sunshine and sunny spells, and the temperature rose to 19° C in the afternoon. Later in the afternoon we seemed to get some light rain that didn't appear in the forecast.
  Today is going to be a wet day. It may only be light rain, but the forecast says it will last the whole day long. To add to the misery there are strong gales forecast for 8 to 10pm. The temperature may still reach 17° C, and maybe even 18° C, but the latter is only shown for for one single hour at 10pm.  Tomorrow is going to be cooled a lot by more very strong winds all morning, and half of the afternoon. There may be some sunny spells, and even a bit of full sunshine, but the temperature may only reach 14° C, and with little sunshine it is going to feel a bit cold.

  I guess I could be generous and say yesterday was another good day, although it would be more accurate to say there any bad things about yesterday. In fact a lot of yesterday could be described as neutral. The best thing would have been managing to lose a bit of weight even after a boozy afternoon.

  Yesterday morning was not really intended to be, but it was another slow paced, and relaxed morning. After breakfast, writing, and the usual rest, I went for a shower. I didn't feel I needed to wash my hair after doing it the previous day. After my shower I put in a single, small hand towel in to soak in bio detergent. In another poor choice of decisions, it is still in it's big bucket, blocking the use of the bathtub this morning.

  The first major event of the day was to go out shopping once I was dry and dressed after my shower. By then, thanks to the relaxed pace of the morning, it was gone midday, and almost 1pm before I went out. As I noted in yesterday' writing, I intended to check the state of the staffed checkouts before shopping in Tesco. To my great relief it seemed quite quiet in there, and so I went in.

  Top of my shopping list was more 2 litre bottles of Diet Coke, and second on the list was a top up of assorted instant noodles (not "Pot Noodles" !!).  I got both of those things, and then it was a matter of trying to find foods that would not be too bad for my attempt at losing weight - aided by the Mounjaro injections. I still remain unconvinced that Mounjaro has the right effect on me, and on good day I can lose more weight by nothing more than will power.

  It is having one positive effect regardless of what my weight is doing. It seems to be keeping my blood glucose nice and low most days. I am working on the assumption that if the Mounjaro is keeping my blood glucose low I can stop prioritising low sugar foods (with a few special exceptions) and concentrate on boring stuff like calories. Although I am doing that now, it would be true to say that I am only just about doing that.

   When I got back from Tesco I had some lunch to help lessen the impact of the beer I would be having a few hours later. My lunch was most definitely not healthy, or such is my belief - I hardly glanced at the nutritional information panel of the packet of sausage rolls that I scoffed with some pickled onions. The latter made those sausage rolls feel less dry. After lunch I had a nice rest, and I am sure I came close to having a snooze....maybe I did, I can't seem to remember....or care.

  I had some advance warning of Jodie arriving when she sent me a message to say she was popping into Lidl on the way here. I was dressed (for indoor beer drinking) and ready for her arrival. Once she had stopped fiddling with her lunch (although it was a far lesser performance than some times) Jodie opened the first can of beer. They say that no good deed goes unpunished, and that was the case with that first, and also some later beers.

  In my stupid generosity I always order some beers that I know that Jodie will like, and I won't. That fist can was such a beer. It may have come from Finland, and so sort of exotic, but it was still basically another "fruit sour". I am not sure if such an awful concoction should be called a beer. The ironic thing is that it is usually the case that if I order beers I know I will probably like, I am not allowed to drink them unsupervised by Jodie. She can throw quite a strop if I drink a beer she has never tried before !

  An hour or so later we were joined by Michael. He was less miserable than usual, although he was not really happy except in small amounts, now and then. The curious thing is that by his own admission he is on his way to becoming and alcoholic. He drinks loads of beers and wines  when he is alone at home, but seems to drink less when he is with us (although he could his the booze again after he goes home.

  One thing that did make Michael happy was discovering a new band and album. I was playing an album by April Wine called First Glance. It was released in 1978, and that would be about the right time for one of my old workmates, Phil, who was also briefly in a band who I once saw playing in a pub, to strongly recommend the album to me. I dutifully bought it, and agreed, it was a great album. 47 years have passed since then (gosh, doesn't time fly) and in all that time Michael had never heard of the band. Maybe that is the trouble of living your musical life around Spotify.

  Jodie and Michael left around 6.30pm, and I was able to watch half of the BBC 6 O'clock new while eating my dinner. Dinner was not very healthy at all because it was almost pure meat, but it was the sort of thing that I knew I would convince myself I would not want more after it - with one special exception. The meat was a Tesco version of a rack of BBQ spare ribs that I had previously tried from Aldi. I can't be 100% sure, but I am still very sure that the only difference was the printing on the box it came in.

  The special exception I mentioned was some plain vanilla ice cream. I specifically wanted to raise my blood glucose for some of the night so I would pee more in the night. A day or three ago I drank a lot of chilled water in the evening, and because my blood glucose very low my body felt no need to rush to empty my bladder. The result was that although I should have lost weight, my weigh had actually gone up a lot. A nice unhealthy dose of sweet ice cream would be the weird remedy - and it seems it did work as expected.

  I can't say my sleep was interrupted by the need to pee, but I did have several big pees in the night. There were other reasons why my sleep was not perfect. It had started off OK when I fell asleep very quickly once I turned the lights out at around 11pm ( a late night after watching too much TV). I think the first notable anomaly was when I woke up at 3.30am - or did I ? Maybe I didn't because the next time I woke up, and because of the shock of it I wanted to be very sure, I woke up at around 2am. It was like I had gone back in time by about 90 minutes. I think that first time may have been a very realistic dream.

  Later on I had a dream that could possibly have been based on a reality that I was previously unaware with. In my last job I worked for a company that hired rooms and workshop spaces from "Workspace". That company provides extra facilities for their tenants - things like meeting rooms, and postal facilities. In my dream they also provided wood working workshops, with a comprehensive range of tools that could be hired. It is the sort of thing they could do, but I am unaware if any of the premises have them. In the dream I booked a day in a wood work workshop to build a crate to transport a piece of equipment I had built of the company I worked for. At last that is what I was supposed to do, but I can't actually remember doing any work in the dream.

  This morning was yet another morning when I felt like I had woken up too early, and attempted another hour of sleep - somehow I managed two extra hours, and in consequence I am running a bit late, although with nothing of any importance to do today, time is an irrelevance. The first thing to do when I actually got up, but also when I got up early, was to go to the toilet. On both occasions I only had medium sized pees, and no poo - and that was despite feeling constipated until a few hours later.

  My final record of my weight shows I actually lost 700gm since yesterday morning. it is possible it could have been more. It was after I had my breakfast - a 90gm (medium sized) packet of instant noodles - that my bowels, with some grunting and groaning, finally opened.  I had passed a rather firm, and fairly gig stool (as they like to say in medical circles). I am still not fully sure I am empty, but it was enough to subtract what I had eaten (and drank) for breakfast. Maybe, if all this had happened earlier, I could have claimed I had lost more than 700gm, and it would a bit further to offset the 1.4kg I put on after my boozy Wednesday.

  I guess the Mounjaro injection is doing it's best to help, but so far I have seen no evidence that if I could sustain the right mood, I could do this without the drug. The one thing it still seems good at doing is controlling my blood glucose. This morning the Contour meter read 7.6mmol/l. That is higher than yesterday, but still very good. The GlucoRX meter read 7.5mmol/l. Once again higher than yesterday, but spot on my target. The new GlucoFix meter read the highest (instead of the lowest as it often seems to be). It read 7.9mmol/l. This is all good, but I have to admit it is not as good as yesterday or the day before.

  I had a stupid idea I might go for a walk in the rain today, and I even thought I might go shopping in the rain. It is still possible I may go shopping, but it depends on how it looks outside, and also how my guts and bottom feels. I remain unconvinced I am empty yet, but my bottom is definitely slightly sore. I think I am going to have a lie down, and maybe a snooze before I make a decision. One thing I must do, possibly before my lie down, is to finish washing the hand towel that has been soaking in detergent since yesterday. Today could be a boring day, but that would seem to match the awful grey sky and rain that seems heavier than expected.