Day 6 started out good, got out of bed around 8:30a and readied to work on the garden. I spent 9a to 1p weeding in high 80s-low 90s weather. Took a break, grabbed coffee, then returned to finish the job between 3 and 6p. With the extra caffeine later in the day, I stayed up later than intended gaming with the family (about 1am). I was tired from the day’s labors, but I was alert and had to force myself to bed.

Of course this good feeling reversed itself early Sunday morning when my doxie started crying and would not let up. Between 4a-5a I keep getting up and letting her out and she just would not shut up. My man, fed up with whining let them out once and then let them stay uncrated. Of course that was the just needed freedom for my dog to share her diarrhea with the fam.

As soon as I got out of bed I stepped in it and instantly I was awake, irritated, and disgusted. Nothing like a sick furkid to start your day off wrong. Poor dog was miserable until she cleared out her system and had breakfast, then we were back to sleep until nearly noon. At which point, I just too weary and decided to break fast.

On our way to garden shop, we stopped for coffee and an Indian buffet, and I surprised myself by only having one plate of food. I was actually very happy with my meal of curry cauliflower, fried fish, goat curry, biryani, and spicy braised jalapeno pepper dish. In retrospect, Indian food is probably a good way to break fast due to the seasonings and spices used which will help keep digestive issues at a minimum. 

During mid-afternoon, we indulged in some ice cream–and yeah, corn ice cream is da bomb! I had a big scoop in a dipped nutty cone, and it was the best possible way to break fast. We then picked up some groceries at Trader Joes, before stopping to pick up some Thai food on the way home. At this point, my body jettisoned lunch, and I had more space to stuff food in.

Worst. Thai Food. Ever. And yet, I still ate the entire paltry portion of beef broccoli that I ordered, despite that it was awful. I think I ate because I was sooo tired and sore that I needed a distraction from my achiness. But I think the weekend’s exertions and lack of sleep finally caught up to me because I hit the sack early.

Weight on Saturday was 141. Glucose at 75. And my bp was 124/90, well within normal tolerances.