Dear Diary

I think I got it now...

I'm into the swing of eating mostly protein. And my bod's still getting used to the change. I may have overdone the "energy" portion of my fodder last night because, dangit, I needed a treat after the run-around I got in finally posting yesterday's instant.

It went a little something like this:

Write story according to schedule
Attempt to merge in picture
504 error apparently obliterates story
P A N I C !
Cursing
Realise that story is potentially lost forever and I can't go back to where I was
More cursing
Apologise to small portion of my fanbase who actually cares about this sort of thing
Rewrite story with as many of the original beats as I can recall
In a file so huge that it creates its own lag
Helplessly watch all your typos crawl onto the screen at four characters per second
CURSING
Write 500 words in novel for a breather [not kidding]
Finish "instant" at snail's pace
Get REAL tired in a literal sense
Have a frustration nap
Wake up in time for dinner
Try my chances again and find out that the original story remains
Choose between two versions
Post both in separate arenas
Eat a bunch of treats after dinner

I'm still salty about all this, by the way. Still feeling emotionally drained and frustrated by all of it and genuinely praying that I never go through any of it again.

I shall certainly be making sure I have an interim backup in my master file so that I can at least recover the work if it does happen again.

I might be paranoid, but I know that something is out to get me.

'Tis Tuesday, I must Patreon

The kitchen has been unfucked, and with some good fortune, I may be able to convince my little darlings to put away the clean stuff once they're conscious.

Of course they've fallen into the holiday mindset of staying up as late as possible and sleeping in as long as possible. It's the holidays. I'm only awake because I literally can't sleep past 5AM.

That said, I'm in my "not going anywhere" ensemble of Kigurumi and toe socks with optional uggs.

And because

Double Scheherazade!

Scheherazade is famous for telling a thousand and one tales. I'm about to firkin double that. Where's the firkin paparazzi?

[Of course I know my count is off. Leave me alone on this. I'm taking the win. When my story count is normalised, I will let everyone know about it.]

Today... after I'm done with this, I'm offski to grab this week's money and then I'll be back to extract some Blasts from Streemian (and cancelling those stalled posts) before I get

Second Day to Take

Short version: The family wants extra time to slack off.

Long version: The next Jurassic Park movie is playing at freaking last and I'm fairly certain they also want to play loads of Factorio again.

I'm allowing it.

Monday, I will begin posting my Blasts manually. Mostly because, every time I do that, Streemian comes back to life again. And it's been more than a month of inertia on this.

I no longer have a novel to summarise, and that frees up

Done! Hugs Plz

I have just accomplished all the things that have terrified me for a firkin month.

Appointment for jabs scheduled
Appointment for car service scheduled
New mower person contacted
MOTHERFUCKING SUMMARY DONE AND SENT OFF TO POTENTIAL AGENT

So I am most definitely taking a majority of a day so I can recover from all the anxiety this is causing. Not to mention that this potential agent is literally my last chance according to the people I sent US$400 for the list.

Holidays... Mostly

School holidays commence this afternoon. Huzzah. I have two weeks of mostly living in my Kigu to look forward to.

Except Monday. I'm getting my flu needle then. For all other things, I am jamming in my toe socks and Kigu and Not Going Anywhere. So there.

So of course my Beloved has plans to get me out and make me do stuff. Which will happen with the mandatory whining.

Beloved has plans all the time. One of which will arrive today.

Dilly Dally Dawdle

I accomplished two things:

I called the mowing company and they're going to give us a quote
I reached my protein intake goal

This is a massive hurdle as I spent some five years pre-keto training my body to run on very little indeed. Which wrought living HELL on my metabolism and may be one of the root causes of my lingering sleep issues. Y'know, alongside anxiety. And just... being fucked up.

So getting my metabolism back to some variety of a

Turn Up For the Books

Mayhem has PLNs to finish this semester early by getting their work done ahead of time. Which means most of today, and all of the rest of the week are his to do with as he pleases. Well. Except for the Traineeship. That's still going on.

But there is a minimum of 24hrs in which to faff, and I think he plans to enjoy that.

Meanwhile, I had my car service people call me, for which I am grateful indeed. One less

Blurgledy

I should most definitely not stay up until 10 at night watching murder documentaries.

I should most definitely not stay up until 10 at night playing Factorio.

I should get to bed at a reasonable hour - anywhere between eight and nine thirty - and get a reasonable amount of sleep.

I should focus on doing the things that needs must be done, instead of faffing off to play a building-things-incessantly game.

Long story short, I didn't get a lot of sleep

Whoops, I Procrastinated

Shitty internet yesterday made me derail myself and I didn't get around to my wordpress thing until this morning. Which I could have done at 4AM when I couldn't sleep because I don't even know.

Perhaps, when my diet is more balanced, I will sleep better. It worked in the early days of Keto when I was having more protein. Perhaps it will work again.

In the meantime, I re-learn my habits, listen to my cravings, and sort my shit out. Sometimes

Reconfiguring the Diet

You know that I've been worrying about my weight for a while, since it's been creeping upwards for some time.

And the answer is: Protein-phobia.

Science backs this up, but humans need a certain amount of protein, and it's more like forty to fifty percent of our diets rather than the ten to twenty the ~~militant vegans~~ dieticians have been recommending.

The more protein you have, the fuller you feel. The fuller you feel, the less you eat. Simple enough, and it

Winter "Fashion"

I have rainbow toe socks on. Said socks feature contrasting, puffy paint stars printed on them. Added to these is my aforementioned Spiro Kigurumi. And to protect my toe socks, I am wearing crocs.

You can bet money that I'm not exiting the house like this.

I'm taking another day. Basically, I have little else planned but writing today's Instant and faffing about with games.

Play is just as important as work, and that's what today's about. Tomorrow, I'll be doing my

TGIF?

Fridays are my good days. Despite the workload, I can spend all day long in my writer zone, get everything lined up, and still have time to play around with stuff before the brat run to go collect Mayhem in the evening.

I almost messed up yesterday by forgetting to do my chapters of Adapting. But I remembered and I did it and I actually got a full night's sleep.

Win-win, as far as I'm concerned.

Using a food tracker (properly calibrated)

Progress?

Good news: A tablet of Melatonin helped me sleep for most of the night and I approach today with a much better energy level.

Bad news: I'm still gaining a little bit of weight.

BUT that should change soon, because I'm monitoring my intake and making certain that I get the proper balance of macros. With some help on the supply side from Beloved because I have $10 that isn't already spoken for.

Fingers crossed it works, and that something else naughty

Sideways!

Disorganised today, dat-organised tomorrow.

And today was super-duper disorganised.

Because:

I didn't wanna get out of bed
Beloved needed me to track my food again
Which involved faffing about with a new app
Which made us late getting Mayhem to school
Chaos decided that she was "too tired" to be ready on time

And everything else has been a royal kerfluffle ever since.

I am tracking my macros, now, so that's a thing. And we'll likely find out that I'm nowhere near

Menu

A 3683-post collection

I think I got it now...

'Tis Tuesday, I must Patreon

Double Scheherazade!

Second Day to Take

Done! Hugs Plz

Holidays... Mostly

Dilly Dally Dawdle

Turn Up For the Books

Blurgledy

Whoops, I Procrastinated

Reconfiguring the Diet

Winter "Fashion"

TGIF?

Progress?

Sideways!