Old as dirt...

So what kind of a question on a hearing test is "do you have a hard time understanding women and young children?" Loaded obviously! But, maybe it's there to relax that nervous fifty-one year old who has taken a year off from taking a physical and isn't quite feeling right. And, damn if there isn't a good reason I wasn't quite feeling right. BAM! Welcome to the world of diabetes!

Now there is pretty much a short list of options here. One, we can decide that the golden years are worth entering into and go with change or, two...suicide by food. When I look into my wife's beautiful eyes and see the unconditional love she has for me. When I hear my granddaughter reply to my question "Olivia, how old is Pops Steve?"... "Old as dirt!" she gleefully replies! When my grandsons reach their arms out for me with their adorable smiles turned on when I walk into the room. When my son says "hey dad, can I borrow some money?" (alright, that one does make you stop and think!) I know which choice I must make. Suddenly childhood has ended and I actually have to start taking care of myself. Jethro portions no more! Salt...a thing of the past. The carb addiction? No choice now, cold turkey. Exercise...not an option.

Talk about your life style change! Thank God I love vegetables. This could be killer for someone who doesn't. I have been on my new regime for three weeks now and I have lost around ten pounds and feel a lot better already. It is hard work keeping up with it. Keeping track of what I've had to eat. Actually planning meals. Driving a little needle into my hand twice a day to test my glucose level.

But...it's worth it! Hey...Olivia...how old is Pops Steve?