I dunno . . . . I stumbled in here, with my ongoing anxiety about my type-2 Diabetes diagnosis. After the July 7 blood test, the A1C was "lower", and the doctor's comment was "A little bit lower -- ok . . ." I just decided to have two Pacifico beers today, starting a couple hours ago. And I'm trying to decide on what we'll have for dinner this evening.
I could just bake another salmon filet, or pick a frozen PF Chang chinese dinner, and make brown rice. I see my primary care doctor on August 7. He'll probably have more ideas. There was a little extra protein (albumin?) in my pee. So now I'm worried about my kidneys.
I was just bouncing along just fine until spring, 2017 -- eat what I want, not a care in the world. Six years ago, I was 69. It is either Life or Death which creeps up on a person, and I'm not sure which to call it . . .
As for exercise. I could continue trying to walk up and down this hill daily. But even though my part of So-Cal was still pushing close to 100F today, we're still doing OK, compared to other parts of the country. But I'm not really up to trimming our hedges today, and I missed my climb up the hill. Too . . . freakin' . . . . hot . . .
So . . . brown rice and General Tso's chicken? Maybe. Maybe the salmon filet. As long as I worry about it, it doesn't make me happy. Food thoughts always made me happier in the past.