One day at a time...

I had a doctor's appointment today -- I'd been dreading it because I've fallen off the wagon. No, not the alcohol wagon -- never been on that one and don't ever intend to climb aboard -- no, my wagon is full of barbecue potato chips and macaroni and cheese.

Sigh. We all know that being too heavy is not good (for me) for a variety of reasons -- arthritis, asthma. And diabetes.

It was about a year ago that I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. While most doctors probably wouldn't even have ordered the glucose test at that point, mine did. And I was grateful -- because it gave me a head's up to do something immediately instead of waiting until the situation was worse. I initially lost 10 pounds without doing much more than cutting out sweets (which I don't eat a lot of, anyway -- give me starch!) and watching my portions (this is where I fail miserably but, damn, food is good). Over time, I lost another five or so, though those last ones fluctuated from week to week. Even with that relatively small weight loss (which I've managed to keep off -- I just haven't lost any more), I felt better and my clothes (that I already had) fit better. I knew, though, that this wasn't going to be easy and that it was a lifestyle change I had to make. I had made a good start but then...

Dogs starting dying left and right and, over the past year, I've found myself sinking more and more into depression. I've been functional -- it's nothing like the postpartum depression I suffered years ago -- but life has just not been, well, as good as I wish it would be. Let me correct that -- life is good -- I'm not. At any rate, I've bumped up my anti-depressant, so, hopefully, things will get better in a few weeks' time (if not, then, hello, new anti-depressant).

Except that here comes Christmas.

I have actually been looking forward -- a little -- to Christmas this year -- not my favorite holiday -- it's just too stressful for me. I long for an 0ld-fashioned Christmas -- with very little shopping and no cooking. Well, I guess no cooking isn't very old-fashioned -- so, how about everything cooked by somebody else? Hey, I will do dishes...

Anyway, I'm still not at the point where I need medication for the diabetes and, I hope, if I'm successful in trimming off some of this fat (let's be honest, here), I might be able to avoid a pill for the foreseeable future. So, wish me luck -- and, better yet, say a prayer. I've just got to get back to exercising and eating better -- on the bright side, all my other blood work was good, including cholesterol.

Maybe I should tape a photo of a Komodo Dragon -- chowing down -- on my refrigerator door. Yuck. By the way, that's one island where I'm never going.

So, here's to shedding a few pounds and to my spirits lifting.

One day at time.