(Type 2)
It’s been a considerable gap this time.
Among other delights, I am now wrestling with the joys of a very low-carb diet, in an effort to check (maybe even reverse) my diabetes diagnosis.
I could cope ~ ok-ish, with restricted sugar, however, it appears that alone is no longer adequate, and I must pay the penance for the unhealthy life I have lived, largely cutting out bread, crisps, potatoes, white rice, plain pasta…
Much sadness.
Of course “much sadness” is not really the right way to view this situation. It paints the scenario in terms of loss, whereas I should be viewing this as an opportunity to revitalise my approach to nutrition, and a fresh start for my beleaguered body.
Hmmmmm.
Still what choice is there? Ignore the warning and carry on until some serious mischief overtakes me? Then I’d really have none to blame but myself.
Take the prescription medicine?
Well, first off, I suspect that’s not actually a passport back to cakes and whole white bread. Secondly, I already have to take a veritable cornucopia of pills, and one less feels like a good thing. So, better(?) diet, more exercise, that’s the path.
Unlike lovely wife, I am not, a person who (hitherto) reads the labels on his tins and packets, or wonders where food comes from (-it comes from the supermarket).
{ I actually have a recurring dream in which I am trying to purchase some peppers in a French market, and desperately trying to explain to the stall holder – in my sketchy parlez-vous French – that I do not care where they came from, or what local variety, or the farmer’s name, I just want to buy them…}
Sadly(?), I suspect my very insouciance about what I eat, is a major contributor to my current situation, and so I must struggle with the self-denial that “this has happened to me”, rather than correctly recognising that “I have brought myself to this place”, and therefore it is me, as much as my diet, which must change, if I wish to go forwards.
I’m stubborn and grumpy and set in my ways, and I’d really rather the rest of the world changed to suit me, but since that’s not going to happen…
Next time on IaDL, – They fixed the roof, but…
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