Keto Sobriety Blog Sunday April 26, 2026

Weight: 305.8 lbs ( 138.7 kg)
BMI: 39.3
Waist: 52 in ( 132.1 cm)
WtHr: 70.3%

Breakfast: Bacon and Eggs
Lunch: Strip Steak
Dinner: Cheeseburger Patties
Drinks: Apple Cider Vinegar Salted Coffee, Seltzer, Monster,

Sober Year 1 (Day 493)
Keto Month 1 (Day 56) (100/365 Days 2026 Keto)

Had a hard time falling asleep as I had spent all day yesterday (Saturday) chugging energy drinks. The headache that I was struggling with over the last couple of days seems to have dissipated. I do kind of wonder if the headache was a caffeine withdraw as I had less than the normal amount of caffeine in the previous days and then when I had energy drinks and coffee the headache went away.

After cooking breakfast I went ahead and cooked a strip steak for lunch. I was a bit nervous as to how it would turn out after microwaving it at lunch. When I cooked it it was bit rarer than I would have normally had cooked it, but I was in a bit of a rush. But at lunch when I microwaved it the steak cooked a bit more so it ended up really tough.

Running around the house this morning my feet felt fine and when I drove to work I didn't feel the “deflation” that I do tend to feel on the way to work. A lot of times I'll wake up and a good mood and as I drive to work I'd feel more and more tired and when I get to work a lot of times I'd barely be able to hold my head up. But today I was in a really great mood even as I was getting into work. But when I got out of the car my left foot was like, “Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to hurt!” and it felt like an alligator bit into my left Achilles Tendon. But was still in an excitable mood even though I did have a bit of a limp. I've noticed that my left leg is a lot more stiff and sore than my right leg. I think I'll start trying to do stretches to see if I can loosen it up. Maybe that'll make my foot to stop hurting.

Good lord I would say that people need Jesus, but the after church crowd are the most irritable sour people you'll ever meet. Trying to think of specific examples, but can't think of anything other than people screeching that they had to stand next in line or that they bought the wrong items for the sales that they were trying to take advantage of.

Had a frustration a lunch, and not just because the steak was almost too tough to eat. A guy who works in the meat department mentioned that he had a 3D printer. I also have a couple of 3D printers in storage and I thought we'd have a conversation about 3D printing. I would like to print Cosplay if I ever get back on my feet. But as soon as I asked what kind of printer he had he immediately launched into a 20 minute streak without a single breath. He went on and on about how his printers print in different colors. Then he went into bragging about how he can make about a $1,000 at the flea market in a single weekend. And how he prints key chains and bobbles and toys for people. And I could not get a single word in sideways. It was clear that I was not a part of the conversation. I eventually had to go back to work so I just walked away while he was still talking as it was clear that he was just talking to hear his own voice.

I bounced around to different jobs at the store over the course of the day. From checker, to the service desk, carryout to Supervisor. Had a frustration at the desk as a guy had a big pile of lottery tickets and each one of them seemed to be a “Free Play Winner Ticket” and the way that a free play winner is rang up is as a winning and then as a sale. Not a big deal if somebody has one or two free tickets. But this dude had about twenty of them just one after another I figured that it'd be easier to scan them all in the lottery machine and then ring them up at the register. But he problem was that along with free plays he had actual winners. While I was figuring out how to ring up the free plays and winnings the supervisor kept screeching at me for help with other things. 

Later in the evening she got frustrated with me as she was off at 7pm and I was the supervisor until 8pm and I asked her if she wanted to do the closing things to the registers or if she wanted me to do them. She said that she would do them. Not a problem. Later I asked if she had turned in the two registers or if she was waiting for me to turn them in as most of the closing things is to just make sure that the register has the coins and stamps that are left in the drawer all night. She freaked out asking me what I meant when I asked if the registers were turned in. I asked again if the money was still in the registers or do they need to be turned in. She started yelling, "I DON'T KNOW I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS YELLING AT ME DOESN'T MAKE ME UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS!!" Well, what that means is there still money in the registers? ASK HER IN CUSTOMER SERVICE I DON'T KNOW I DON'T KNOW!! I asked the customer service  lady if the registers were turned in. They were, but she didn't know why the supervisor was freaking out. We both thought that it was a legitimate question. But she was just suddenly freaking out. She eventually left saying that she's going to talk to management about what she's doing there becasue she doesn't know anymore. I don't know. There are a lot of people at the store that have no idea how she became the lead supervisor as she flips out at the drop of a dime and she's just unstable all around. I mean yeah I'm not going to say that I"m perfect, but she spends all day everyday running around screaming or standing around chatting with her friends. Or a lot of times she's just phasing out and people have to shout out her name several times to get her attention. 

Late post, but whatever. 

When I got home Mom offered some of the Meatloaf that she had made for dinner. I chose to grill some cheeseburger patties for myself as the leftover meatloaf seemed a bit small. I don't mean to be disrespectful and I'm sure that it wasn't rude to turn down the food that she cooked for me. But that's still the thought in the back of my mind. "Oh, your Mom's cooking isn't good enough for you?" That's not what happened, but that thought is still in the back of my mind.