3.7 for me this morning, so still in my personal range.
Yesterday's cricket saw a hat trick of defeats for the local team. It was lost by virtue of losing silly early wickets, by run-outs, which at this international level shouldn't be happening. But, hey, they're were great days out, if exhausting. These guys know how to party, in victory or defeat.
Yesterday's food featured my chicken from the BBQ, at the match. It really was delicious. OH's baby back ribs smothered in (apparently quite sweet) BBQ sauce looked delicious, but I didn't indulge myself. On settling home for the evening though, I was suddenly ravenous. OH wanted cheese and biscuits, and nearly fainted when he saw what I had laid on the table for us to nibble on. Yes, I was hungry, big styleeeeee, and dealt with it. I can no longer afford to ignore these feelings too often, as my weight is at the light end of where I need to be.
On an aside, my OH is certain they guy in the next seat to me is on UK TV. I didn't recognise him at all. The closest face I could get to was Nicky Campbell, but this guy had a very middle class, middle England accent, unlike Nicky's Scottish burr. Another mystery unresolved.
Anyway, the upshot is a nice low fasting level, which feeds my forming hypothesis about my overnight physiological processes. I'm sort of looking forward to trading a lump of cash for test strips in order to go into a phase of mega testing in order to firm up or throw out my theory.
Hey ho. It's another beautiful day in Paradise.