There was some rain in the early hours of this morning, and although none seemed to be local, I saw quite a few flashes of lightning lighting up the sky in the direction of Croydon. The rumbles of thunder seemed to be from far away and maybe that might have been Croydon too. The rain had finished probably earlier than 9am when the last was forecast to fall. Since then we have had some sunny spells, but there is still lots of thin looking cloud in the sky. This afternoon the temperature may peak at 30° C for a single hour at 4pm, although the Met Office forecast says 32° C. No rain is expected tomorrow, and it will be a little cooler with a possible high of just 25° C tomorrow afternoon.

  Yesterday was not a very exciting day, and I didn't really achieve much except losing a surprising amount of weight. One thing about yesterday was that although I spent most of the day doing nothing but reading and some snoozing, the day didn't seem to drag at all. I felt quite OK as I waited for bedtime, but I seemed in no rush for it.

  I have concluded that hot weather works better than Mounjaro for weight loss, and to a lesser extent, keeping my blood glucose down to sane levels. Maybe it was all the chilled water I was drinking that made me feel less hungry. It didn't feel like I had not eaten much, but I can almost remember everything I did eat. It included a couple of portions of ice cream, and maybe 3 deli rolls filled with corned beef and pickle. I think I was going to eat some crisps, but I am sure that I didn't. I probably did have a handful of salted peanuts.

  One or maybe two of the deli rolls I ate while watching the 6pm BBC news. After that it was more TV, and by about 10pm I was heading to bed. It really was a day where evening the highlights are little more than odd tidbits of information like what was in my deli rolls.

  I read in bed for maybe half an hour before deciding to try for sleep. I had the fan playing some moving air over my damp body, and I seemed to have no trouble getting to sleep, but it was not always good sleep. I am not sure if I was woken up by distant thunder, or if it was because I was awake I realised I could hear distant thunder. I never saw any actual lightning, but now and then the sky over to the south west (a sort of Croydon direction) would flash - a soft flash like a photographers flash gun bounced off the ceiling. I think I stayed awake  for maybe 20 minutes wondering if the storm would get closer, but not enough happened to keep me awake.

  I do remember one dream. In the dream I had applied for a new job, and I met one other possible candidate for the job. It seemed like it would be a toss up between us. I decided I would go to the company the next day and sort of hang around to see what they were up to, and maybe to help swing the decision on who to employ my way. I was in roughly at the start of the working day, but the other candidate was nearly an hour late. I scored one point there !

  As the dream progressed I started exploring where the company was situated. Like the first place I worked in my last job, it was situated in old warehouses converted into workshops. One intriguing thing was at the end of a corridor there were steps going down to a basement, and it was marked as refrigeration stores. I decided to explore, but it seems the refrigeration had been switched off  years ago leaving it just dark and very damp down there - rather unpleasant.

  I think there was more to the dream than that, but that is about all I can remember. I woke up fairly early considering I had been awake for some of the early morning while the thunderstorm possibly rocked Croydon. One thing that was instant apparent was that after a pee I found I had lost a good bit of weight since yesterday morning. Unfortunately I also found myself quite constipated. Nothing was moving, although it was obvious that something should move.

  I went back to sleep, and maybe I slept for an hour or more before getting up again. Once again I went to the toilet, and with a lot of patience I sat there until I was no longer constipated. I pass quite a big poo, and it was a heavy one that sank to the bottom of the pan instead of floating as most of mine tend to do. I also did a fair sized pee. When I weighed myself I could not believe it. I seemed to be 2kg lighter than yesterday morning. Maybe I really did not eat much yesterday, as it seemed, but was hard to believe.

  My blood glucose was hard to believe considering I did eat a couple of portions (maybe slightly restrained portions) of ice cream, which is well known to be full of sugar, and yet..... The readings from my usual three meters were  7.1, 8.0, and 7.6mmol/l. The average of the three was a very good 7.57mmol/l - exactly the same as yesterday. Apart from 7th June, and I have no idea why that was a disaster now, I seem to be doing really well this month. I do know that because of that disater with really high blood glucose readings, I squeezed one more small (maybe 2/3rds) dose of Mounjaro out of my last injector. Since then it seems I haven't needed it.

  This morning is another morning when I have no idea what I am going to do today. If I could ever work out a way of getting to The Old Mill in Plumstead (it seems to be a very long walk from any public transport) I would like to go to see The Life Of Brian playing there, but In think it is going to be an early night tonight instead.