Here’s the bad news: I have type 2 diabetes.
Here’s the good news: I now know why I’ve had such low energy all summer, and I know what to do about it.
It wasn’t a surprise, really; my father had diabetes and even lost a leg from it. And if I were a different person I would have heeded the warning years ago and cut down on carbs. I love bread and pasta. They make quick, inexpensive, delicious meals. My wife, the lovely and talented Kristina, gave me a bread machine for Christmas last year, and I used it all the time. I’m not so hooked on sweets, although I’ve noticed I’ve been craving sugar (fruit smoothees that I make at home, and even soda pop, which I haven’t had for years) for the last few months.
But I’m not the kind of person who heeds early warnings, I suppose. On the other hand, I find that I am the kind of person who takes the need for change seriously. It’s only been a couple of days, but I quickly turned from someone who routinely ate bread, pasta, and rice dishes to feeling a sort of revulsion toward unnecessary carbs. I saw what diabetes did to my father, and I’m determine that it won’t happen to me.
I also enjoy learning new things, so I’m studying up on low-carb diets and finding easy and tasty meals to cook for myself. I have a long way to go, and I imagine I’ll fall of the low-carb wagon sometimes, but mostly I’m feeling very good. I was concerned about my lack of energy the last few months, and now I know it’s not just the inevitable “getting old.” I suddenly feel in control. So yay for me.