Friday, August 28, 2009


This morning I saw my doctor and had my blood sugar tested before and after having food, to complement recent lab results that showed my blood sugar as elevated.

A year ago my doctor prescribed Metformin, and I defied her orders. I decided to prove to her that I could lower my blood sugar with good old diet and exercise. I went to a nutritionist, started exercising and changed the way I ate. It worked, but the behavior modification did not take. It lasted for approximately six to seven months, during which I lost about 35 lbs. and got my blood sugar under control. I felt accomplished too, like I was getting a handle over the chaos. Unfortunately, I fell off the wagon last November, and since then I have lived a sedentary, highly stressful, sweets-laden existence.

Thus, I found myself this morning with tears in my eyes as I drove to my neighborhood pharmacy to pick up the dreaded prescription. This time I don't have the energy to be contrarian. I am all too conscious of my failure to stick to my guns.

Friday, August 07, 2009


The short story I wrote got published yesterday.