I may have used this picture in an earlier blog story, and am now repeating it here. Oh, well. That kind of repetition is a hallmark of aging.
I went to the doctor for a checkup. At 70, that's always a scary adventure. Especially when reviewing blood work from the previous week.
It was a mixed bag. Most of the results were good. There were a few things I need to be careful with and follow up on.
I've fought some things for a few years now, things that were marginal and felt that I could control myself.
Finally, my age gave me a new perspective, and I realized I had to accept who I am and that I may need some help in combating health issues. The biggest one was admitting something that is hard for me, because I, for better or worse, view it as a personal failure.
I am a diabetic.
My numbers are not that bad, just over the line, but I have pretended for too long. I must admit that I have it, and I cannot delay any longer. So, I'm going on medication to control and reverse it.
I know that a balanced diet and regular exercise, along with weight loss, can help with this. And, with Alison's help, I think I can get better.
Whether I'm on medication for a few months or a lifetime, it is now something I'll always have to think about, monitor, and consider.
I realize I'm not alone in this. Many go through this, including a lot of my friends and family. I know that's partly cultural, a result of our lifestyle and the prevalence of processed foods. And I've seen the results when diabetes is ignored or handled poorly. That is not a path I wish to travel.
I prefer to do those things I need to do to minimize the harm this disease causes, so that I can keep traveling in my well-worn park, and continue to enjoy life - time with Alison and my children and grandchild, reading, writing, performing, attending church, loving pets, binging scripted shows, supporting public libraries, fighting the Trumpocalypse.
Here's to many more adventures - just with a little less sugar!