It felt very chilly in my bedroom when I got up. It was only 15° C outside at 7am, and there was enough breeze to push that cool air into my bedroom. It was supposed to be sunny at 7 and 8am, bit it was too cloudy for that, although there were some short sunny spells. The rest of the day will also feature sunny spells. The afternoon temperature may peak at 24° C, but only at 4pm. Before and after that it may be a degree or two cooler. Tonight the temperature may drop to 17° C, and tomorrow may start off very fresh again. The forecast for tomorrow actually says 16° C at 6am. The day will feature almost no sunshine, but it should stay dry, although there is a 10 to 13% chance of rain in the later part of the afternoon.

  Yesterday had a few good moment, but much of it was rather dull, although with a bit of effort I could have made it a bit productive. The highlight was a shopping trip to Aldi, and before that washing my hair and having a shower. Afterwards the highlights were mainly eating.

  A nice shower felt good yesterday, and combined with washing my hair I felt clean and almost human again. The only slight downside was that it was a warm shower, and that was all that was needed to over heat me. I was almost sweating faster than I could dry myself. As I got dressed into outdoor clothes I kept a desk fan blowing at me. I was getting close to dry when I stepped out into the fresher than indoors air, and started walking to Aldi.

  Walking always seems an unknown quantity these days. When just walking downstairs to the kitchen gives me hints of chest pains, it made me wonder how I would fare walking to Aldi. Oddly enough, walking back up the stairs has no ill effect at all - that is not supposed to be how it works. I have no idea why walking down the stairs make my chest feel odd, although on reflection it is probably as I start to do stuff over the sink, which means reaching out left and right, plus other movements, that actually makes my chest complain, and even then it is probably just the usual muscles and ligaments complaining, and not my heart.

  The walk to Aldi felt fine, and by stretching the definition a bit, could be described as feeling good. Most of what I bought in Aldi was fairly safe stuff. Some, like a tub of coleslaw was probably good in so much as all that cabbage and carrot must have had a lot of fibre in it (although it hasn't seem to have any effect this morning - I feel mildly constipated), but other stuff in the coleslaw may not have been quite so healthy.

  One thing I bought had interesting consequences. I bought two tubs of ice cream, and one was a big one (two litre maybe). When I got home I found that no matter how I ordered stuff in my freeze, there was no way both were going to fit in. There was not for it but to eat all of the existing tub of ice cream. I think that there was the equivalent to two portions left in the tub, and maybe each portion would actually be bigger than if I was exercising extreme restraint. It was just a glorious excuse to eat the lot and make way for the new tub in the freezer.

  Another notable thing I bought was a pack of "Southern Fried Chicken" pieces. About 2/3rd of it I cooked, as per instruction, in my mini oven. I didn't eat all of it, but about 5 pieces (but it might have been 6), plus maybe a third of the tub of coleslaw formed my dinner. The "southern fried chicken" was not all that good, but maybe that was because I was eating it sober, and I didn't have my nose filled with all the cooking spells of a fried chicken shop.

  Just to finish the story of the fried (or technically, grilled in my case) chicken.... After I had finished eating it I through the bones out into the garden. I know they are not good for cats, but foxes love them, and some seem to almost live off discarded fast food, - and chicken in particular. I never saw a fox, or indeed any other animal, in my back garden, but I looked out about an hour later and there was no sign of those bones.

  Sunday night, and indeed much of Sunday, is a terrible day for TV - as in TV that I can watch without vomiting (except when the Bet Fred Casino adverts come on) - but with patience I found stuff to watch until about 10pm when I gave up and went to bed. I read in bed for maybe half an hour before putting the book down, and turning out the light. I can't seem to remember any more than that until I was waking up at about 5am feeling almost shivery. I didn't close the window, but I closed the curtains to keep the cold air out.

  I managed to get back to sleep again without resorting to pulling the duvet over me, although would have been the sensible thing. I think it was in the next hour or two of sleep that I had a dream. I remember the fact that I was dreaming, but I can't seem to remember anything coherent about the dream(s). I do keep thinking of almost freeze frames from a dream, but they always seem to be from previous dreams I had.......no, I do actually remember a tiny bit of this morning's dream.

  The dream was set near the old Hither Green Hospital, but the only relevant bit was that it was up a hill. There were people I knew there, and I suspect I had been describing how I had to eat all the ice cream because there was no room in the freezer for it. One woman, who I don't like, said she would like to see my fridge freezer, but I said it was too far to walk even if it was downhill all the way. I suspect that if it had been a different woman I would have said, "let's go".

  This morning my main complaint is that I am mildly constipated. It does not feel as bad as if I was sitting on a brick, but it is just a gentle, and sometimes ignorable, feeling that sooner or later something is going to shift. I do seem to have developed a very bad habit of things shifting around midday. One trouble is that by then I would have had breakfast (and may be it is breakfast that joggles things along), and so I can't weigh myself for an improved weight reading.

  This morning, despite the constipation, I do seem to have lost 700gm, and that is quite satisfying. In my spreadsheet recording my weight, I have given each whole number of kilogrammes a unique colour. Obviously this only works over a limited range of weights, but a change of colour is reason for celebration. It is possible that tomorrow, if I can only very mildly eat sensibly, I could switch to the next colour down.

  Once again, I have lost a reasonable amount of weight, and yet my blood glucose has gone in the opposite direction. For the second day running my blood glucose readings are very bad. This morning I had readings of 9.1, 8.1, and 9.6mmol/l. The critical figure is 10.0 or above, but any 9 is not good. Too many days of 9s and I can get boils on my inner thighs - not usually too painful, but very messy. Of course that is just the obvious part of the bad things that can happen to diabetics if the blood glucose is too high for too long. When I see the nurse next Wednesday I will be discussing my options. One option is to go back on Mounjaro. It controls my blood glucose wonderfully, but does little for my weight - except for some gains instead of losses. Maybe if I had the minimum does of 2.5mg it would control my glucose level, but not have any negative effects. Maybe the other drug that works in the same way (I think it is the same chemical), might be a better choice. One thing I know is that I am achieving better weight loss using more old fashioned methods.

  Once again I have no plans for today. It is cooler, and maybe that would make a walk in the park more comfortable. Maybe I might go for a walk, but before that I put two white t-shirts, and a couple of blue pairs of underpants in to soak in detergent. I did wring out the detergent, and put them all in the first rinse water. I should finish that job before I do anything else today !