Fit as a Cello

While everyone was enjoying pastrami sandwiches
at the Refuge this week, I had the low-carb plate.

As expected, the blood test showed an A1C level of 7.8, well over the 7.0 threshold for diabetes. A lifetime of poor eating habits had caught up with me. The doctor repeated his annual instructions to cut the sugar, exercise, lose weight, etc. but added a prescription for Metformin to control blood sugar.

My father, upon being told that he was diabetic nearly 30 years ago, lost 50 pounds over the ensuing decade, walked every day, and was able to get off prescription medications. Living to the age of 94, he showed how it is possible to win the battle against diabetes.

Do I have his discipline? We'll find out soon enough.