That wide blue strip is the storm zone and it runs right through my home town.
After five weeks of trying to eat well and exercise I am back to the weight I started at. I am very discouraged. I woke up today to stormy conditions and a wind that threatens to break apart the beautiful trees in my back yard. The elasticity of their branches are being fully put to the test today. I don't look forward to picking up the ones who can't make the cut.
Damn you evolution. You made it hard for me to lose weight because of my genetic make-up and you punish everything that can't bend with the wind. At the same time you allow me to move like a jungle cat...albeit a fat and comfortable zoo cat. I am a mess.
I felt so bad today to be wasting everyones time at the hospital. Dr. M and his staff are always so great to me and I let them down. The worst part is that I thought I was doing everything right. I had built myself up for good results...maybe even that glorious moment when I go under 300 lbs.
I you understood how much I have radically changed my lifestyle in the wake of my diagnosis of Type 2 Diabetes you would feel bad with me. I NEVER have blood sugar levels that go beyond 8 on the ten point scale. I like to hover in the 6.5 - 7 range. That is when I feel mentally and physically the best. You would think that all that attention to detail would do SOMETHING about the overall mass of the fat Polar bear named Calvin.
Oh well. Back to the beginning. My life is one big game of Sorry!.