Weight: 337.2 lbs
( 153 kg)
BMI: 43.3
Waist: 55 in (139.7 cm)
WtHr: 74.3%
Breakfast: Bacon and Eggs
Lunch:
Paleo Keto Gumbo
Dinner: Baked Boneless Rib
Eye
Drinks: Salted Coffee, Kroger Seltzer, Sugar Free Monster, Sugar Free Red Bull,
Sober Month 6
(Day 200)
Keto Day 1
I closed the desk
last night so I was late getting home so by the time I got done
recovering from work it was time to go to bed.
I had a Paranoid
Schizophrenic come through the desk last night so that was
interesting. Lady came up to the desk asking to check the balance of
a gift card. It was a gift card for the store so that's one I can
check the balance of. She asked if the name on the back of the card
was an “Islamisist Name” It just said, “From a Friend” but it
was in cursive. She insisted that Islamisists” were forcing her
into homelessness and into forced prostitution. They had hacked her
Social Security and was stealing her Housing Vouchers to force her
into slavery. I wasn't really sure on how to help her I had assumed,
but I asked her if she had contacted the police. And that REALLY
agitated her. Because supposedly the police are all in on it. And
they just forced her into hospitals and the “Islamisists” doctors
said that she had Schizophrenia. I was going to write more about the
interaction, but trying to write this after work tonight will be
writing it more than 24 hours later. I asked my older sister, who
helps victims of Trafficking with their court cases, for advice on
how to deal with someone in that kind of situation. My sister
basically said that I did all that I could do in her situation. I
keep thinking that I should have called someone. But I really don't
think that I have the skill to say, to somebody who is already in a
paranoid state, “I know that you're manic, but let me make a call
to get someone to get control of you”
I spent the
day trying to get management to look up footage on the security
cameras from yesterday. (unrelated event) A lady insisted that she
only had 2 rolls of the markdown ground beef, but somehow the cashier
had rang up 6 packages of the ground beef and she insisted that she'd
be back today for a refund for the 4 extra packages of ground beef
she was charged for. Last night I had left notes for the management
to check the cameras to see if this lady's story was true because it
is strange that she had gone through the self checkout with only 2
packages of beef, but “somehow” rang up each package three extra
times. Or rang up four extra packages that she didn't have.
Management had a hard time understanding what I had wrote on the
notes. Even though I pretty much wrote on those notes what I just
wrote on this post. One of the managers insisted that she wouldn't
let the lady bring back the 4 packages of markdown beef because
there's no way that we'd be able to sell it. But according to the
lady's story, she didn't get the extra 4 packages of beef, she was
charged for the extra packages of beef. She claimed that she had 2,
but was charged for 6 and was wanting a refund on the extra 4. But
nobody seemed to understand what I was saying. I did keep my cool,
and I didn't try to argue. She didn't ever come in for the refund.
But if she did I would have told her that I wouldn't feel comfortable
on doing that refund without someone checking the cameras to verify
her story. It would be a $60+ refund biased on somebodies story that
sounded quite suspicious. And this lady is often in suspicious situations in a rather suspicious regularity.
But today really
was quite quiet. I came home for lunch. I have several servings of
Paleo Keto Gumbo ready for the lunch plan. That recipe is dairy free,
but it really could use some sour cream. I've tried it with cheese in the past, but it just doesn't work well with cheese. A sentence that I don't say very often. When I came home from lunch Roommate was up in his room taking a nap. When I microwaved the Gumbo I heard the stampede of sound of his dog thundering down the stairs. I heard Roommate whistling the dog back up to the room. But Dog was too busy staring at me. It's not a very effective stare (I don't share well) But I did get a good chuckle at him whistling for his dog to come while he was staring at the possible food.
As I was leaving work a lady asked me what the store's hours were. I told her that the store is open from 7am to 10pm. She insisted that those are the regular hours. Yes, those are the hours that the store is open. She asked what the current hours are. Well, before the pandemic the store was open from 6am to 11pm, but 7am to 10pm are the current hours. She insisted that it is too hot during the day so nobody can come out during the day, so she's going to do all of her shopping at night when the sun goes down. It was 8pm, the sun hadn't gone down yet, but that is a good strategy. And it would explain why the last couple of days had really slow afternoons. However that doesn't change the stores hours though. The store doesn't have seasonal hours. You can come in early in the day before it warms up, you can deal with the heat of the day and come in the middle of the afternoon, and you can come in during the evening as it starts to cool off. But the store has set hours.
I had asked Chat GPT on advice on how to baked the steaks for dinner. I've baked steaks quite often, but they've always came out way overcooked. The AI Suggested to bake it at 425 for 3 to 5 minutes for medium rare. I was hoping for medium well so I had baked for 10 minutes. It came out surprisingly rare for baking for 10 minutes at 425. It was a bit more rare than I would have asked for. But I did like it more than I was expecting at that level.
200 Days Sober. Seems like a milestone
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