My fasting blood sugar has been AMAZING these past 3 mornings with the early suppers. WITHOUT extra meds, just prescribed doses. My cleaning efforts are like HIIT - i get out of breath and use muscles, then i put a fan on me to cool off.

I am actually experiencing a bit of joy in perusing my accomplishments - a widened hallway here, a broad clean surface there. The trick is to hold on to that joy and not let my mother's voice ruin it: "yeah well how long is it going to STAY like that?!" I havent cleaned enough to set off the voice yet, i dont think. It could even be gone, fingers crossed. Butt crossed. Joy, just joy. And maybe some clean laundry and a dish would be nice.