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Whinefest

Okay, this post is going to be all about the whining. So read no further if you’re not in the mood for it.

Most of you know that I was diagnosed with diabetes. This means insulin shots, oral medication, AND cutting back on sugar and carbs. Sweets aren’t my big weakness, so that wasn’t much of a problem. And I realized I wasn’t eating as many carbs as the maximum for diabetics. I can deal with that, right? I was doing fine. However, I did notice I was eating more fats than I should, which I was really going to try to cut down on. So, yesterday, I got a phone call from a nurse at my doctor’s office. My cholesterol and triglycerides are too high. This means cholesterol medication (which means more money out of my pocket). But here’s the kicker. “You need to cut down on fats, red meat, and dairy.” What the CRAP can I eat now??? I think the biggest problem for me is that I don’t really like chicken. I like fish, but I’m really picky about how it’s prepared and how it tastes. And I really, really like cheese better than anything. You know, cheese that’s full of fat and happens to be a dairy product. So now, Miss Lauralynn, who never gets depressed, has to hop off her high horse and admit that depression is only a heartbeat away. Or maybe it’s just frustration and anger, because I want to hit something. Do I know how to eat properly? Of course I do. I worked for Weight Watchers for 15 years.

I need a plan. I need to suck it up and take what life has given me. But I don’t want to, darn it. I will, though. If I want to avoid health issues, I have to. My plan right now is to stop eating out for lunch. I can control what I cook, and I can take leftovers for lunch. At least, when I eat red meat at home, it’s really lean. And if I eat fish, I can control how it’s cooked. I can do this. If I’m really good five days a week, I can allow a little splurge on the weekends. I don’t have to give up enjoying food. I just need to rethink things. Yeah, I just need to do the best I can. Okay, depression, out of my way! I have no room for you in my life! 🙂

Funny how talking things out changes one’s attitude….

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