My life is like this gorgeously fudgy and sugary slice of goodness. Perfect in the moment, even if you might regret your choice to fall off the sweets wagon later.
While I know my diabetes is signaling a ramping up of my body to get it closer to the finish line as my tired old lungs wear out, I really find it hard to take the food restrictions seriously.
Yes, I’ve upped my proteins and reduced my carbs.
Yes, I monitor all my foods in light of the glycemic index, even though it doesn’t seem to make much difference in my overall health.
But, at the end of the day, if I want a 400 calorie slice of heaven, I will have it. In place of meals, I will have 2-3 in a day, if I’m so inclined. After all, if I’m falling off the wagon, I’m diving head first.
Not smart choices, but certainly my choices.
Anything I do or don’t eat isn’t changing the outcome, or even delaying the inevitable, so I’m sticking with my choices vs. no choices.