I got a wake up call from the Universe yesterday. I had some medical tests run, and while some were much improved (my cholesterol and triglycerides are waaaaaaaaaay down. Thank you, thank you very much.) others were baaaaaaad. I am just barely on this side of the fence from something I dread like the plague: diabetes. Diabetes sucks, my friends. Not only because it turns you into a human pin cushion and lets you see way too much of your blood, up close and personal-like, but because it wrecks havoc on your body. Your heart. Your eyes. Your kidneys. Your circulation. Your everything.
But hey, thank you God, I dodged that bullet. I do not have diabetes. Do you hear that Universe? I am NON-DIABETIC. Maybe just barely, but still, I am fighting that diagnosis for all I am worth. I am worth a lot. I am worth too much to too many people to have allowed my health to be compromised like this. It’s not like I don’t know what to do, what to eat. Did you read that super foods post? I have this stuff down cold. What I struggle with is my compulsion to eat decidedly non-super foods. My remedy for every stress in my life, all my life, has been food. I like to exercise and move, but when you are fat, you are ridiculed for exercising and moving, so no, I don’t exercise enough. It is also not easy to lug this ginormous body around. None of that matters. Exercise and eating healthfully are no longer optional for me. I am not starting on Monday, or on the first of the month, or after all the Easter candy is out of the house, I am starting now. I have now started. It is official. Now if you will excuse me, I need to go to the gym.