The link above tells the story about how I found out I was a diabetic, and how that food is now my enemy. Truth is once I found out I had it, I got on a great diet, starting working out again and quickly dropped down to 270lbs (I started at 310lbs) in a matter of four months I was off ALL of my diabetes medication and was keeping my blood sugar under control.
Well my friends…I feel the disease is starting to grab a hold of me again. It's amazing how it starts. It starts so slow…it all starts with that first cheat meal and what happens NOTHING, every thing stays the same, blood sugar stays the same, weight does not go up. This leads to the second, third and forth cheat meal. Then ever so slowly your weight starts to go up a pound or two a week then before you know it you’ve gained 13lbs. (yep I’m up to 283lbs now.).
Here is the scary part for me, I’m not a big sugar eater,
This brings me to the dealers in my life…they are everywhere. Some deals are cute and sneak up on you like my two kids. My boy, Myles, is a popcicle junkie. So as he is grabbing his one million popcicle on his way out to play, he will throw his dear old dad one. Then there is my lovely daughter Allison, the new found cook…her new specialty, you ask?... Cakes and candies. Then there is my lovely wife Signe who likes to cook pasta meals, spaghetti and lasagna. Then I get tag teamed from the parents living in my back yard, with things like pizza, fried chicken and high carbohydrate foods. (Shame on them two as they are diabetics themselves and should know better.)
So, now I make it past the temptation at home and get to work…safe, Right???…WRONG!!! One of the worst and most powerful dealers of all time sits in the office next to me that I pass through everyday about 20 times. Mike (the candy man) Ellis, his offerings are second to none…if you need it the candy man has it…baby snickers, milky ways, gum drops, penny candy of every shape and size, color and texture, word has it he will be making runs to Miami soon for some of the good stuff…Pop Rocks. Then there is my buddy Matt (the hammer) Roland…lets just put it this way now that we stopped going to the gym at lunch everyday, his new name should be Matt (where are we going to eat for lunch???) Roland.
I know, I know, no one to blame but myself…time to get going again before things get out of hand. I started back yesterday eating right AGAIN(six small meals a day). Matt and I plan on going back to the gym at lunch again starting Monday. I woke up this morning to a three pound lost.