a group where we pretend to be boomers

This group brought me so much joy

My heart is happy again. 

Heart. 

Siri. Type t heart. 

HEART

Love. God. USA. 

Green Been Casserole. 

Hers my cat Smokey he’s shy lol. 

Those gays think they 

Own th. R world 

There wrong. 

Glad June is over. 

Bless u 

Pass this one if you love 

America.  

the farmer and the cowman

The littlest bit of wine. 

It’s just not fair. 

But it is true.  

Even with a break in sleep time,

No wine is better. 

I woke up from a dead sleep

In tears basically 

Because the system is broken. 

I know this. 

People suck. 

 The Farmer and the Cowman

Will never be friends.  



This will never happen. 

People fight too much. 

Mean people fight. 

I deleted the comment. 

Facebook sucks. 

Butter Chicken. 

Close up on the Butter Chicken. 

Bite my tongue. 

Or walk away. 

Or both. 

I’d rather be on vacation! 

super motivated

Ahhhhh sleep! 

Got sick at work. 

The mom offered me some eggs

And I ate them. 

And I got sick. 

Same thing happened about a year ago. 

I nearly passed out. 

Maybe something with the oil she uses?

High pulse. . 

Bounding. 

You can see the exact moment 

I got sick. 

Went immediately

 and ate some butter. 

Ordered Uber Eats 

Didn’t eat that mess 

Grrrrr

I look like I’ve escaped 

From a women’s prison here. 

So I’m going be doing 

A month of fasting 

72 hours. 

48 hours. 

Till August. 

It’s too hot to eat, anyways. 

extra days

Big pretty clouds 

By the time I got halfway home,

I was caught in a downpour. 

I can’t complain about my sleep 

Now that I’m completely alcohol-free. 

Traffic traffic every day. 

I got up early 

To walk. Every day this week. 

Here’s a hint. 

Don’t quit coffee, wine, and carbs 

All at the same time. 

You’ll probably fail. 

Unless you are stranded 

On the Grand Canyon 

Or something silly like that. 

Even 30 or 40 carbs can cause a craving. 

When you stop. 

walk out sister

I’m on a Facebook Group 

And we’re having a July Challenge. 

I worked late last night

Because the other nurses 

Are mindless and inept. 

But I still took my walk! 

Getting ready for July. 

see ya, Pete

So Pete leaves for vacation. 

And I’m starting fasting. 

5 pound alarm went off.

Probably stress.

 Fasting let’s your body rest. 

I got up super early

 and went to Walmart for a walk. 

It’s already 85 at 6 am. 

This is not about torture! 

I need my safety zone back. 

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Rough night

I did it to myself. 

“Lol”

Since I’ve started keeping track

My sleep has doubled

From 2 to 5 hours deep sleep. 

Last night I had some white wine. 

A little bit- so far. So good. 

Then it happened. 

I threw up every bit 

of the wine I drank. 

The cheaper the wine,

The sicker I get. 

Trying to go no coffee. 

When Pete leaves Tuesday,

I want to do some fasting. 

For the whole month. 

The poor mom I work for

Eats a grain- based diet. 

Indo-Pakistan Diet. 

And her hA1c is 10. 

Her triglycerides are 800. 

[My hA1c is 5.1

And my triglycerides are around 59!]

The mom is on thyroid medication 

And metformin. 

About to be put on insulin. 

She feels like shit. 

She’s still overweight. 

I don’t want to be like that. 

Her mom is my age. 

And looks 80. 

I still work circles around 

nurses half my age. 

Love the rain. 

Especially good for sleep. 

Had some carbs. 

30 minutes post pranderal. 

I check my insulin response 

From time to time. 

I never spike anymore. 

Even with Jelly Beans. 

These are glasses 

that block blue light. 

Amazon. $10. 

I wear them at work. 

I wear my amber glasses at night. 

My headaches are 100% gone. 

1. No red wine. 

2. Coffee just once a day. 

I once drank it all day. 

Sometimes not even that. 

3. Blue glasses for computer and phone. 

4. More walks every day. 

5. I forget, but I know it’s something. 

Oh yeah! OMAD!

By eating just once a day, 

It controls insulin spikes. 

fighting temptation

Summer at Walmart 

Summer in Phoenix. 

They catch a break at night. 

We don’t catch a break at night. 

My thermostat is set at 68 

Every night. 

So much humidity. 

With any “luck” at all, 

(More like impeccable mega-planning)

This will be my last summer 

In Dallas, sweltering. 

I wanted low carb pie so hard. 

The toddler /ego/ reptilian brain

In me threw a fit and started 

Hostage Negotiations. 

“If you give me the pie...

Then we’ll be happy and start fasting. 

Just this one time. 

One last meal. 

Come on! Please!”

“NO!” said I,

Rather emphatically. 

“You / I / We

Said that last time. 

And the time before that. 

And before that. 

So no. 

Be gone.”

And I had 3 sausage patties instead.