My best vehicle was a 4.2 litre Nissan Patrol, I did 700,000 miles in it and only ever replaced some wheel bearings and one half shaft. It never missed a beat even though driven down ravines, rivers, took part in the Malaysian Rain Forest Challenge and Australian Outback Challenge, it was still running when I sold it to a Russian for more than I purchased it for, apparently the engines are like hens teeth in Russia, amazing engineering.and am loving the Car acronyms...JEEP, FORD...
5.2 this morning and I know not why.
I haven't been LCHF during this lung infection, far from it if I'm honest. For example, last night I had two buttered crumpets before bed, yet here I am in the low fives. When the virus kicked off I went full-on protein thinking it would help, but my FBG rocketed and I put that down to steroids etc. However, I switched to higher carbs and my FBG dropped.
This is why I say with honesty that I have no idea what I'm doing, I am inspired by all the dedication and information shown on here but for some reason, my brain will not engage.
Perhaps it's because I got too bogged down in the metrics, chasing numbers, and I swapped between machines trying find the 'best' results. Closer examination was that all the machines had error ranges that meant a 5.0 v 5.5 or 5.5 v 6.0 were actually the same. Worrying about +-0.5 stopped meaning anything.
Enough of me wittering on, I shall continue to be inspired by you all and hope for the best
As we are by you. I'm with you on not having a clue what is going on, understand and support the theory but mystified by the results. Slowly I am vanishing away and once again I have to run around in the shower to get wet much like I did when a skinny teenager, perhaps I'm going backwards.I shall continue to be inspired by you all and hope for the best
Oh dear, oh dear what have you done? Crumpets? The Elders will hear of this and be like, burn the witch. Miss Daisy will have hooded folk with pitch forks and burning brands baying outside. A whole mess of trouble now.5.2 this morning and I know not why.
I haven't been LCHF during this lung infection, far from it if I'm honest. For example, last night I had two buttered crumpets before bed, yet here I am in the low fives. When the virus kicked off I went full-on protein thinking it would help, but my FBG rocketed and I put that down to steroids etc. However, I switched to higher carbs and my FBG dropped.
This is why I say with honesty that I have no idea what I'm doing, I am inspired by all the dedication and information shown on here but for some reason, my brain will not engage.
Perhaps it's because I got too bogged down in the metrics, chasing numbers, and I swapped between machines trying find the 'best' results. Closer examination was that all the machines had error ranges that meant a 5.0 v 5.5 or 5.5 v 6.0 were actually the same. Worrying about +-0.5 stopped meaning anything.
Enough of me wittering on, I shall continue to be inspired by you all and hope for the best
Oh dear, oh dear what have you done? Crumpets? The Elders will hear of this and be like, burn the witch. Miss Daisy will have hooded folk with pitch forks and burning brands baying outside. A whole mess of trouble now.
Fbg 6.7
Well. That paracetamol didn’t work.
I was still awake at 5 am. Wide awake.
I needed to be up this morning for 7 am for an early appointment. I didn’t want to fall asleep at 7 am. So I tried a bit of psychology at this point. I set both my vibrating alarm clocks for 7 am.
Put my head down...and fell in a deep sleep for 2 hours and both vibrating alarms had to wake me up!
So I got two hours sleep. I’ll take that. That will have to do.
Drinking black coffee now. So a quick read of your posts then I have to get my skates on. Now bad for a geriatric.
Oh and by the way I did say a few months ago cat Popeye celebrated his 27th birthday. He is still going strong. Last night he came in the bungalow yowling his head off. It was a terrible noise. I honestly thought he was injured. I still had my Speech Processor on, and it couldn’t compute what the noise was.
Popeye came up to me with a large mouse in his mouse. He carried on yowling this banshee noise. So eventually I said yes Popeye you are a very clever cat. Whereupon he stopped the yowling. Killed the mouse. And ate it in one go. Without pausing for breaths Head first, then body went down, and then the tail disappeared. He is like a snake the way he eats a mouse. At least he killed this one first. The last one he swallowed still had the tail wriggling as it disappeared down his throat...
Then Popeye looked at me and did what I can only describe as a kitten dance, or the March madness dance he always does in the month of March and was leaping everywhere. And I am thinking, you are a 27 year old cat!
Anyway, I am off in a bit. Definitely not going to act my age either.
So watch out for batty old lady.... dressed in purple...and lime green...
Be disgraceful today....
Have fun...
A brave man! We only have three grandchildren all girls and what a charming cacophony of sounds accompany us when they are all in the car at the same time.Ah! It does though have seven seats so that she can have all the grandchildren in at once.
A winner star for the reading and a hug for feeling so ill hope u are better this morningThis morning a nice middle of the road 5.6.
Had an uncomfortable night. Started with severe reflux in the middle of the night - quite quickly followed by truly impressive amounts of vomiting. Very very unusual for me - so really surprised. I didn't post this earlier in case anyone was eating breakfast.
OK this morning - just a bit headachy and a tiny bit under the weather. Maybe was reflux or a bug or something I ate. Very hard to tell.
We did go out for a lovely walk around Sheringham Park. Didn't quite have my usual energy but I did so enjoy it - especially as the rain held off.
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