Diabolical diabetes.
January 11th 2007 19:14
I had every intention of writing SOMETHING today. I made the mistake though of trying to do it in my room, where my son is sitting here getting Noggin-ized. Right now its teh WONDER PETS!! and I can't help but watch the show. The songs are catchy!! And that Ming Ming. What a cutie.
Ok, sorry, I am writing for the adult audience right? So, I'll talk about taxes and wrinkles and fiber.
Actually its hard to write when I have fucking FOOD on the brain. Not so much that I'm hungry, but ever since the whole morbid obesity thing, I've been rethinking my eating habits. I have no problem being large, but according to my glucometer I'm in diabetes city Daddy, and that shit ain't funny. Then I saw an episode of ER where a woman had to have her leg cut off, and well that SHIT is DEFINITLY not funny. I've made a call to my Dr. and go to see him next Wednesday. I'm ready to face this and get this taken care of. I need to lose weight. I read just a 5% decrease in weight can impact insulin and blood sugar issues. Which is about 15 lbs for me. I can do it. The thing is, I have to literally PLAN each bite... hence food on the brain.
If you ever want to go on a diet, ask a large person. We know every diet trick in the world. We've read every book, we know every trick and fad. We're experts at weight loss, but not at losing weight.
The thing is, I love food. The greasier the better. I can live without ice cream, but chips? Fuck man I don't know!! I love chips. Fried chicken? White Castle burgers? French fries?
I'm making myself both sad and hungry.
I don't want to have to hobble after my kids on one leg though.
It really shouldn't be hard though. I seem to be in the right place in my mind. They say when you're ready to make a change, something in you will click. I think that click has taken place, or is on the way.
Ok, sorry, I am writing for the adult audience right? So, I'll talk about taxes and wrinkles and fiber.
Actually its hard to write when I have fucking FOOD on the brain. Not so much that I'm hungry, but ever since the whole morbid obesity thing, I've been rethinking my eating habits. I have no problem being large, but according to my glucometer I'm in diabetes city Daddy, and that shit ain't funny. Then I saw an episode of ER where a woman had to have her leg cut off, and well that SHIT is DEFINITLY not funny. I've made a call to my Dr. and go to see him next Wednesday. I'm ready to face this and get this taken care of. I need to lose weight. I read just a 5% decrease in weight can impact insulin and blood sugar issues. Which is about 15 lbs for me. I can do it. The thing is, I have to literally PLAN each bite... hence food on the brain.
If you ever want to go on a diet, ask a large person. We know every diet trick in the world. We've read every book, we know every trick and fad. We're experts at weight loss, but not at losing weight.
The thing is, I love food. The greasier the better. I can live without ice cream, but chips? Fuck man I don't know!! I love chips. Fried chicken? White Castle burgers? French fries?
I'm making myself both sad and hungry.
I don't want to have to hobble after my kids on one leg though.
It really shouldn't be hard though. I seem to be in the right place in my mind. They say when you're ready to make a change, something in you will click. I think that click has taken place, or is on the way.
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