I have experienced the same before if I don't eat but I was rather hoping that the first test was a blipI've found mine does tend to rise without any breakfast...I also have a few carbs (tiny amount) before I exercise otherwise it goes up then too.
Oh dear OBB I'm laughing like a drain here...I haven't heard anyone say flange for years...thank goodness you didn't mention widgets
It may be a blip mojo so there's no harm trying again...nowadays I even have a few carbs before bed & find that overall my waking levels come down...that doesn't work for everyone however that's the beauty of testing we can figure out what works best for us.I have experienced the same before if I don't eat but I was rather hoping that the first test was a blip
I'm still laughing you have to stop fir a little while...just while I take 'Plumpy' for his walkies...in the meantime I am going to ask Siri exactly what that means space time continuum in relation to widgets & flanges...hold on a mo'...I don't believe it he referred me to Einstein's Relativity and the space time continuum...scintillating reading no doubt I'll save it for when I can't sleep.trying to avoid the effects of the widget
When we were kids and Einstein was still winner at top trumps and the universe was just a lovely blanket with soft folds, bins were nice (when new) galvanised tin things with a matching, removable and circular lid. They were carried bravely on the shoulders of the specially trained bin men who heroically emptied them into the side of their attractive steam powered, curved roofed, vehicles.They replaced widgets following the debacle of 'Mandy's Monday that was Wednesday'. Back in those days, a widget was fitted to the old black bins to stabilise their throughput (remember, there were no hinged lids then). Unfortunately, Mandy Robinson of 4 Chase Terr damaged the widget and didn't report it.
The consequence of the act was that that time itself folded in Chase Terrace resulting in binmen appearing both Mondays and Wednesdays. Nature, abhorring a vacuum, decided that Mandy should move her life up to double time in order to fill the bins. Her life became measured in dog years
The last that was heard of Mandy she was racing around the country at all sorts of times trying to avoid the effects of the widget
bins were nice (when new) galvanised tin things with a matching, removable and circular lid.
unless some bright young spark can push his or her hand into the flux
My mum kept Anglo Nubian Goats - the worse thing was trundling over to where a billy was kept and rubbing a rag on its forehead - and then getting it back to hang in the goat shed.I'm glad you said 'young' because I'm not shoving my hand up anything, lambing taught me that
All that lanolin you must have hands softer than those that use The hands that do dishes are as soft as your face.I'm glad you said 'young' because I'm not shoving my hand up anything, lambing taught me that
No MC you've gone way way back in the space dimension time thingy...that's the coal man of about thirty years ago I'll refer this to our resident expert @OldButBold he'll sort you outflat cap with material protecting his neck, leather waistcoat and happily throws my galvanised bin on his back,
No doubt singing get me to the church on time whilst doing the above.@OldButBold @dunelm @HarryBeau whats all this about widgets and flanges and bins on wheels? Our grubby bin man comes with flat cap with material protecting his neck, leather waistcoat and happily throws my galvanised bin on his back, carries it to his smelly truck, empties it and puts back in our back yard,
@OldButBold @dunelm @HarryBeau whats all this about widgets and flanges and bins on wheels? Our grubby bin man comes with flat cap with material protecting his neck, leather waistcoat and happily throws my galvanised bin on his back, carries it to his smelly truck, empties it and puts back in our back yard, no wheels, widgets or flanges to be seen.
Your few days brought to mind a song we often perform, 'Pasttime with good company' composed by King Henry. A time spent with friends and family should always be a wonderful pleasure, glad you enjoyed yours.
in the tone of richard van Dyke, i presume..LoLNo doubt singing get me to the church on time whilst doing the above.
Can us type1s join your posseYo, T2D posse, whats up..
As we all know bin days ARE officially sanctioned as FRIDAYS people.
i'm Living in London, where the queen lives and rules, so if FRIDAY is good enough for Liz,
then you lot MUST BE well wrong, simples
none of your space time continuum about it, it's By royal Command, init....
anyways for me.
an ok 6.2.
and weight back down to 191 lbs..result.(see below)
poor start to day yesterday
if anyone remembers OBB, story of the plane that lost it's engines,
i now KNOW exactly how that co pilot felt.:***:
yesterday morning felt good, lots of energy..(one meal day before seems to suit me)
except at 9 am, toilet rush part 1...half hour later part 2 struck
suffice to say, it was eye, needle, stuff, nod and a wink etc
weight yesterday am pre loo 197 lbs.
yesterday busy all day, lots of cycling and walking about,
a few hours kip at 6pm up at 9pm wide awake..i mean WIDE awake
at 930 pm SO full of energy and itching to do SOMETHING, so out for a walk at 10pm,
back by 1130, then tried to calm down for bed (1pm) pretty good nights sleep,
but just wondering if that late evening energy rush impacted this AM's read ?
no other real reason, no foods, etc no alcohol, nothing
and kind offer @Muddy Cyclist
2-3 hours up motorway..mmhh
( do have family in brum, i could visit i suppose on way up, IF i help was really needed ?)
Have a good un, all.
This is London calling.
over & Out.
As we all know bin days ARE officially sanctioned as FRIDAYS people.
i'm Living in London, where the queen lives and rules, so if FRIDAY is good enough for Liz,
then you lot MUST BE well wrong, simples
none of your space time continuum about it, it's By royal Command, init....
oh dear I'm still giggling SaskiaI feel like an explorer in time and space this morning reading all these posts about bins and flanges and widgets. Or maybe more like a wanderer, drifting from dim grasp of a word to utter confusion ... I am however enjoying the lovely soft folds of this universe, which I can recognize as the usual comfy blanket of this thread ... I shall drift on, reading, with cat on lap, and koffy at hand (I think my Baedeker has slipped off the table) ...
Fust name turms with her madgesty, yo mus be propa posh.i'm Living in London, where the queen lives and rules, so if FRIDAY is good enough for Liz,
Good kingly advice:
The best ensue,
The worst eschew,
Just so long as we don't "chew" the worst.
Last night I didn't chew the best, but I did eschew the rest of it, which gave me a 7 this morning.
Or, for all I know, the 7 has nothing to do with what I ate; I'm OK as long as whatever I ate didn't give me an 8.
I know, I know ... I'll get my coat.
But first ... the best ensue, the wurst we chew ...
If you are mad enough I'm sure there is room.Can us type1s join your posse
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