LadyLisa

Ok, I knew it was going to get me someday… Grandma, Aunt, Dad, Sister they had/have diabetes but darnit! I just needed some more time to develop a tolerance for grueling exersize and food deprivation. Now I have to take pills and puncture my fingers for blood tests too. Sigh. 

I have been able to avoid sampling the tempting delicious King Cake my husband brought home ( he celebrates Mardi Gras in exile as best he can) becuase- mainly I am pissed off. I don’t like taking 6 pills a day. I am going to lose weight so I can be diet-controlled instead of medicated - if that means passing up my favorite food, so be it.  Farewell, french fries…bye bye baked sweets and bacon. Hello whole wheat! Going to need some time to learn to love lentils.

This is not the worst part of my Dr’s visit however. I was sent for a mammogram (my first one…aren’t they fun) b/c of suspicious swelling of the left girl and armpit. I can’t read mgrams but there was definately a difference between the L and the R, specifically whiteness (which according to my frenzied internet research can indicate cancer.) The tech said my Dr would have the results by the end of the week.

Normally this much stress in my life would be accompined by a serious eating binge. I suppose I can look on my current restraint as progress. :-/

of the Lays potato chips calling to me from way atop the kitchen cabinents… a summit I can not reach without the aid of a ladder. How they torment me with their sweet crunchy song “you can’t eat just one…”! If there was Hellavuvagood french onion chip dip in the fridge I would be a gonner. Luckily, my husband does not share my passion for chip dip so he will bring in only half of my favorite food in the universe. I may be able to defeat chips hampered by lack of dip that makes them sublimely irresistable.

Why did he buy them and not eat them? In my pre-diet days, a bag of potato chips had a life-span of perhaps 12 hours in my house. Maybe more if I bought the small container of chip dip instead of the good size. The chips have been there for going on a week. IT JUST ISN’T NATURAL. I drown my frustrated desire with herbal tea but it just isn’t enough.  My husband may be forced to take those darn things with him to work. Or out to his car. Or somewhere where the darkness will stop their infernal calling….. eat just one……eat just one……..