(Okay, disclaimer: I love broccoli and all vegetables.)
Now that that's out of the way, my reign as the World's Worst Diabetic is at an end. My numbers are off the charts, and the good doctor has said my diabetes has "slipped out of control." He's doubled my metformin (ugh), but fortunately said nothing about my weight or diet. That, it's understood, is for me to tackle on my own.
I admit that I've sought out food for comfort at every turn in my adult life. There are plenty of psychological reasons for it (believe me, I'm the first to defend the overweight or obese - there's more to it than just "eat less."), but now it's all over. I can no longer ignore the sick feeling after eating the wrong stuff, or the fatigue after virtually every meal. The good news is that I'm down four pounds since January.
Sigh. Anyway, watch this space for further updates.
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