Today is kind of strange.

I’ve eaten a lot. Specifically, I’ve eaten a lot of protein
Greek yogurt. An entire tub of cottage cheese. Egg white wraps. High protein Ensure. I have a grilled chicken salad and an additional chicken breast on deck for dinner in addition to a potential Fairlife should Jason want it.

So,,, over 200 grams of protein. Easy.
60 grams for the two protein drinks. Cottage Cheese = 52. Yogurt = 12. Egg white wraps… probably 10. The grilled chicken for dinner would probably add another 10 or 15.

Okay, so maybe not 200, but getting close.

Oddly, I don’t feel hungry. Not that I do, but there tends to be an every persistent feeling. Probably cause of my history… but,… I think that along with sleeping soundly. I got about six or so hours with only getting up once…

I’m feeling pretty good.
A bit cold, for some reason, but good. (Leave it up to me to feel cold during a heat advisory)

This is very odd.
Odd in a good way.

For some reason, I’m not disgusted with myself for eating all that cottage cheese.

Typically, I would be. Lack of control. Yadda. yadda. yadda.

I guess I’m feeling too good to self-discipline. You don’t know what that looks like. I can be fairly unforgiving.

But… yeah.. This feeling is odd. The world is still difficult. The students turn in AI slop and think I don’t know. The world is aflame. A lot of people have been shot over the past weekend. Apparently tourists aren’t going to Las Vegas…. How is this national news worthy…? That infection in my back could be developing again. Ozzy and Hogan are in the ground or will be soon.

A sign of our culture… Hogan, a self-proclaimed Christian who has made massive donations to various charities death is being celebrated by the left. Ozzy, a potential satanist, is mourned.

I think the world is poorer without them. I was a fan of both of them at one point in my life. Well, Undertaker over Hogan, but Hogan was a good good guy.

I’m hoping that I can hang on to this feeling for a couple of more days. I have a girls’ day on Wednesday but no real appointments. No doctor appointments. No “mental health” b.s. appointments — so far. Jason mowed on Sunday. He finished the yard. I’m proud of him. It was a complete mess and my boy powered through it. Or, maybe I should call him my man.

Maybe I can persuade myself to go out for a bit. I’m sure I’ll want to wander to Wal-Mart or something. I tend to go once a week just to look around.

Who knows?