At the end of December, my doctor told me I'm insulin resistant or prediabetic. I took this really seriously. For about two days. Sigh.
I don't want to be like the teachers and mothers I see who are exhausted by the time they're 50. Their bodies are done and you can tell. And it would seem I have some genetic predisposition for some fairly serious medical conditions. But only if I let them become that serious.
So starting tomorrow (the beginning of lent) I am joining a friend and giving up white carbs (sugar, rice, potatoes) until March 30th. Drastic measures are needed, even if I don't feel ready.
Food has been my oldest and most consistent friend. It is comfort and sensation and happiness. Today, I ate a chocolate bar for breakfast as a token of my goodbye. Time to find new sources of solace.
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