09:26 BST

  Yesterday was a wet day - sometimes only light rain, and sometime heavy rain. There was less rain in the afternoon, and I am sure I remember at least one sunny spell in the afternoon. There was not even a distant hint of the thunderstorm that the BBC predicted for 11am, but what's new about that ? It was quite a cool day, although I think it felt less cold than the forecast, and seen on my thermometers, 14° C.   This morning has started out dry, and it may stay dry until 2pm. It should be dull as I write this (a bit later than intended), but we seem to be having sunny spells right now, and I cans ee many patches of blue sky. It may even be a bit warmer today. 15° C is forecast for this afternoon. Tomorrow may be dry until 8pm, and up to then there may be many sunny spells. Even with some rays of sunshine it will still only reach 14° C after a rather cold start of just 9° C.

  Yesterday was one of those days that was good and bad. I described my visit to the nurse after I came home yesterday. It too was good and bad, although I suppose it was actually mostly good. I think I was still feeling off kilter because of the after effects of my stomach upset.

  The after effects of that stomach upset were somehow actually good, but more about that later. After describing my morning, and appointment with the nurse in yesterday's writing, I can pick up the story from soon after I got home. After walking home in quite heavy rain, I was not the happiest person, but I had to try and remember what I needed to try and do - to try and eat carefully enough to flatten the big blip that occurred in the record of my weight.

  I could not overcome the desire for some hot food after walking in the rain - not that it chilled me, and even soaked me. My head definitely got wet, but my coat kept my torso dry. I was in shorts, and so my legs got wet, but as promised by my postman, who wears shorts all year long, my legs dried, all by them selves, in a mini fraction of the time that wet trousers would have dried. The hot food I did have was actually very safe (apart from being passed it's best before date) Tesco cream of chicken soup. I was going to have two cans, but one seemed enough somehow.

  I tried to catch up on some of my lost sleep after that lunch, but while I was laying on my bed for quite a few hours, I only seemed to have a couple of very short naps. One problem was the return of an annoyance that is a long term side effect of my surgery in 2013. It feels like two ribs are rubbing together, in a sort of clicking feeling, when breathing. Maybe it happens more often, but it is far more noticeable when trying to force myself to relax enough to fall asleep. The silly thing is that I could have completely cured the problem by turning on to my side like I do to sleep every night. Oh well, at least it is not in any way painful. It is just annoying to hear/feel.

  It seems my desire to lose weight was going wrong even by mid afternoon. I felt a strong desire for a snack. Snacks can be very dangerous, and ideally should be resisted, but I was feeling sort of miserable, and that was amplified by the sullen grey sky, and continuing rain (even if the rain didn't affect me when indoors).  I gave in and had rice crackers (good) and thinly sliced salami (bad).

  Later on, my dinner would be sheer madness - or so I thought, but there was another factor at play that didn't occur to me until this morning. I am sure there was something important that I can't remember when I had dinner, but the chunk of walnut cake, and a lot of Dubai style, pistachio flavour were quite bad enough. Both those do not contain many calories, but do contain a hell of a lot of sugar. Fortunately, the one excellent thing that Mounjaro does is to deal with excess sugar.

  I had thought of maybe washing a couple of t-shirts yesterday afternoon for something constructive to do, but I was still feeling sort of odd in a way I can't describe. I don't even know if it was physical or mental, but it certainly made me feel very lazy. I had started watching TV from as early as 5pm, and I didn't finish until 10pm. Along the way I did have one very nice interruption. It was an email from APC couriers to say they had my beer order from Left Field Beer, and it would out for delivery today. This morning I had an update to say it should arrived between 2 and 4pm today.

  I went to bed at 10pm...or was it 11pm. The more I think about it, I am sure I watch both QI and Have I Got News For You last night, and that would have meant going to bed at 11pm. I think I must have been feeling very sleepy because I don't remember a lot about it. I have a vague memory of thinking I might be getting heartburn, but based on what I ate that seemed unlikely. I suspect I fell asleep while thinking about it.

  I remember getting up for a fairly big pee in the small hours, and I am sure I remember dreaming, but not a single clue about the dream seems to remain. This morning was yet another morning when I woke up soon after 5am needing another pee. It felt far too early to get up, and I managed to get back to sleep again for 2 hours (I think). I can't say I felt all that good for what was a fair night's sleep. Not feeling tired seemed to be the only benefit.

  I was disappointed I didn't have a poo when I got up. It did feel like one was due. I did have another big pee, and maybe that was enough, because I had a very pleasant surprise when I weighed myself. I seemed to have lost an impossible 1.5kg. I thought I had only made a half hearted attempt to get back to the slow but sure diet I was on before all the hype made me think that Mounjaro would work miracles to lower my weight with no effort from me - which is patently wrong !

  That weight loss would have been helped a bit by the amount I was peeing overnight, but that also suggested my blood glucose level would be very high - which would not be surprising after eating the cake and ice cream - but it seems Mounjaro did the thing it seems to do well, quite well last night, although it couldn't work miracles.

  The Contour blood glucose meter read the same as the GlucoRX meter, and it was 7.2mmol/l. That is good, but I have been getting better lately. The new GlucoFix meter read very slightly higher at 7.4mmol/l. So, no sixes this morning, and sadly no very rare fives either, but I think I am still very satisfied with the results.

  Before I forget, there was one bit of good news yesterday. I got a letter from the Department Of Work And Pensions to say I would be getting a one off £200 winter fuel allowance this winter. It is not a lot, and poor compared to the £500 I got in 2022 and 2023, but marvellous compared to the £0.00 I got in 2024.

  There are a few things to happen today. Once I have had a shower I will take my 4th full dose of Mounjaro. That should empty the injector pen, but I think there will be one more full does left because the very first attempt at injecting myself was only of a tiny amount of the full dose. This afternoon I will be going to collect my next, higher strength, injector pen (assuming it has been delivered to the pharmacy).

  As noted above, I have to be in and waiting between 2pm and 4pm for my beer delivery. Most APC drivers manage to get here at about the middle of the estimate, and so it could be here by 3pm. It still means I have to be back from the pharmacy before 2pm. Hopefully I'll somehow be able to fit in a shopping trip to Tesco at some point, although it will not be essential.

  One final thing: I checked my Tesco credit card transactions this morning, and it said that the Left Field Beer transaction had completed - that is pretty obvious because I know it is on it's way to me. It also said that the transaction from the online pharmacy order, which included a couple of cans of GTN spray, has completed. I have yet to hear anything from the pharmacy to say my order has been despatched, or who the courier is. I think my last order from them, ordered via Amazon came by Royal Mail, and was delivered by my normal postman. Maybe it will appear in today's post.